The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1908-05-14

Mr.. Griffin. an I take your words as
they are meant, faith. aye, but I've
Just come from the bedside o. me lit
tie Audrey, an if her p~ersuadin can't
move me no one else need try, an
that's true. Ye're two bachelor men,
I'm thinkin', an we can't understand
the feelings o. a rough-natured chap
like Joe Drawn. When my dear wife
died, heaven bless her, our little baby
Audrey was left to the care of her
daddy. | was a rough, wild chap In
those days, when law an order. as ye
call ut, was kept by the business end
OF a gun, bat the bonny face an the
pretty prattle o. my little Audrey kept
her daddy straight when he was most
minded to 60 wrong, an that's SO,
faith, aye; an We can believe M when
| tell We that, though we lived among
the scum of the world. me little Au-
drey was treated like a queen, with
never a rough word to sound In her
pretty ears until we got a gentleman
amongst uS-save us from all such,
says Ian that gentleman was Jasper
Garlick. Me little Audrey has just
been tellin' me all the sufferin's she
has gone through on account o this
man.; an if | was before inclined to
pass him on TO We for punishment. Mr..
Griffin, We can take ut from me that
Joe Rrawn's of a different mind now.
faith. aye"
You are running a great personal
risk. Mr.. Drawn; at least let me ad-
wise you TO take somebody with you"
Faith, no.; Joe Brawn's quite alone
in this-no one is going to get into
trouble on my account, for sure, no. |
see me friend Godfrey an his bonny
Lite l. SIS o err there. an ut's a favor
I've got to ask OF him-aw, yis, sure"
He greeted Mary and Godfrey with
the tender so icitude OF a father, and
then took Godfrey on one side, where
they conferred for a few minutes.
You can have the motor ear, with
pleasure; but I wish you would allow
me 70 come with you"
attn, NV. w lllSy biV i"b SoV
Brawn's in this alone. an ye're other
wise occupied with your bonny little
sweetheart. Sure, an + shouldn't
want the car at all, but I'm afraid that
little Katie'l be getting into trouble
all through the kindness of her heart
in tryin' to help this scoundrel to es-
cape the clutches O. the law, but ut's
Joe Drawn he'll get away from. |
faith, no."
With sweat-grimed face and blood
shot eyes Montagu Winston drove his
at the furious pace OF a man pos
sess Ell. Tortured by the terrors Of
his guilty mind and an indescribable
dread of the thing he had left behind
at the cottage at Daybrook, he seemed
filed with the fury of a maniac, and
continually glanced backward along
the road as If in dread of vengeance
overtaking him.
Through the villages and quiet ham
he rushed the car, needless OF the
cries of the terror stricken inhabitants
authoritative commands to stop.
was behind him, and a posi-
Die safety i'm front. Could he but
London and see Kate Dauncey
the knowledge of his crime got
abroad 1t vas likely that he could yet
his escape.
On, on, faster and faster. Tho
slipped by steadily, and the fury
his fear increased. Nearer and
carer and nearer he got to London,
md then, having to stop to attend to
he wants of his car, he seemed TO re-
gain some slight possession OF his
senses.
Arriving in London he proceeded
more cautiously, and concealed his ter
or-stricken face as much as possible
n the collar of his coat. Along he
ligh-road. through Greenwich, on to
and then he looked back
almost shrieked with fear.
Another motor car was Following
aim, n the driver was Joe Brawn.
rhe red giant, sitting in his seat with
lis shoulders bent and face grim set,
vas to Winton as if the very demon or
vengeance was In pursuit.