The sun., 1908-09-13

It is hard enough to pick out the motive
from the mixture Of impulse, folly and
passun that apimates the wisest guy,
without wanderin' in tho boundlest
desert that borders insanity q lookip0
for tho oasis OF common sense.
whether. thin, Mrs. Runyon had unly
been dreanin' bad. or was still delirius
from sickness. or had really gone daft
t'roo the pigmentcy Of anguish ! don't
know. Wan thing is certain, at rust
sight of large delight stole over her ashen
face like the sunrise on snow,
'Oh, Gerald, my darlint, you hev'
come TO me at, last, . she sighed.
'At last and for the last replied large
stunly, his hand stFitohsd fort In di-
versun. -You wicked. shameless woman
to dare aocost me after what You have
done. DO you hope for annudsr victim
Of your wiles and whims7 Back, back,
'she-wolf. TO your lair before L
large, large, I cried, -she Ia woman
at least, q woman siok in body and sowl.
For Biving's sake have nussy!'
But stiddily adwanoin', stiddily i'm
precatin, t'reatenin' dcnounoin' +, he drove
her from tho room, to fiutter away ap-
palled, the Lard knows where. Back
largo KEN, wiping the sweat from his
brow.
Cit to work, Smithers,' he said sharp.
awe hev no time to lose.r 80
-Nor luck eeder,' grumbled, stoopin
to the scattered gins, "arter such foul
play
There spoke humanity, t'ink, repint-
ance. pray cried clarion voice.
"Come fort, my dear young man, come
fort from the wicked, before 1t Is too
late"
Il was Rebeooa Cutain. the sweet mis-
sunasy maid. She stepped out from an
alcove as IL into q din Of lines with that
same exalted mean. She stud by q
swingin' winder that opened on the piazza.
wan hand aginst the panelled wall. the
odder outstritched toward me as / hung
irresohte. On she wint addrissin' and
drissfn' down Cargo In shaving tums.
"You are. know. impervus TO the
emetuns which even though family
appeal to this poor misguided yout.
she began. but learn that this room is
wired. that wan priss Of my finger before
YOU cud kill me will rouse the household
| the stout farmhands In the cottages. the
mooms In the stable lofts. who at wud
from me OF your treatment OF their mis-
triss will tear you into bits; 30 hearken.
vils wretch. TO- my ulstermatum De-
liver those precious jewels. livery wan of
thin. into my honorable keeping and
make good your escape or perpare for
| the wrat to camel
sPick thin up and give thin to her.
smithers.' growled large t'roo his bleed
ing lips. IL unly to stop her infunnal
clacl'
sIt isn't for that. large. said I. bindin'
to me task. 1T 10 tecuz knows II 10 the
right ting to do. ! have been bad, oh.
90 bad, and the chances are / will be
wuss; but whin an angle speaks, large.
an angle with the light. or trut' on her
brow. who am not 70 obeyf'
wan, resistin' the easy timptatun Of palm
in few UP me sleeve. Iplaced thin In
the boz, fetched thin to her. .-.
oh, Rebecky," l sighed. droppn' on
me knee and a kissin' Of her hand. If
might unly come back to you. II you wud
unly give me q trile-
unrnistakable. The girl whirled round.
her hand on the knob Of the swingin'
winder. her face aglow with wild, with
divilish excitement.
"Oh. what q pair OF cheap skates and
chumps," she cried, mot to know that /
was pipin' this lay, was leadin you by
the nose. was landin' the sinners with
your monkey claws! The house isn't
wired-there's not farmland or groom
within mile. Stand back, on your life
my feller's without-he never shoots
twioe!'
As / lepped up With ajgroan. as large
sprans forar with an oat', she swung
t'roo and out. and We fell back discom-
flted. done up. ground into the dirt be-
fore the masked figger. silently awaiting
her with levilled gun. Oh. beautyus
memo, not little bit.