Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1908-05-14

Mr.. Grimm, an 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 persuadin can {
move me no one else need try, an
that's true. Ye're two bachelor men,
I'm thinllin', an We can't understand
the feelings o. a roughnatured 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 rough, wild chap IN
those days, when law an order, as We
call ut, was kept by the business END
OF gun. but the bonny face an the
pretty prattle O. my little Audrey kept
her daddy straight when he was most
minded to go wrong, an that's SO.
faith, aye; an We can believe me when
tell We that, though we lived among
the scum OF the world me little Au-
drey was treated like queen, with
never rough word TO sound in her
pretty ears until we got gentleman
amongst lis~-save us from all such,
Garlick. Me little Audrey has just
been telln' me all the sufferin's she
has gone through on account o this
man: an ii l was before inclined TO
pass him on 10 ye for punishment, Mr..
Griffin, ye can take ut from me That
Joe Prawn'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 che is going to get into
trouble n my account, for sure, no.
see me f'end Godfrey an his bonny
| tie SIS o er there. an ut's d favor
I've got TO ask OF him--aw, Wis. sure"
lie greeted Mary and Godfrey with
The tender SO icitude of a father, and
then took God srey on one side. where
they conferred for a few minutes.
You can have the motor car. with
pleasure; but I wish you would allow
me to cone with YOU
Faith, no Godfrey, me lad Joe
B~awn's in this alone, an ye're other
wise occupied with your bonny little
sweetfe TT Sure. an | shouldn't
want the car at all, but I'm afraid that
little IA ic'l be getting into trouble
al through tie kindness of her heart
in tryin to help this scoundrel to es-
cape the clutches O the law, but ut's
not Joe Drawn he'll get away from,
faith, no"
with sweut-grimed face and blood
shot eyes Montagu Winston drove his
Gar at the furious pace of q 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
flied with the fury of maniac, and
continually glanced backward along
the. road as II In dread of vengeance
overtaking him.
Through the villages and quiet ham
lets He, rushed the car, needless of tho
cries of the terrier stricken inhabitants
or authoritative commands to STOP.
Murder was behind him, and posi-
BILE safety in front Could he but
reach London and see Kate Dauncey
before the knowledge OF his crime got
abroad it was: likely that he could yet
effect Ills escape.
On, on, faster and faster. The
miles slipped by steadily, and the fury
OF his fear increased. Nearer and
nearer and nearer he got to London,
and then, having to stop to attend to
the wants of his car, he seemed to re-
gain some, slight possession Of his;
senses.
Arriving in Tondon he proceeded
more cautiously, and concealed his ter
ror-stricken face as much as possible
in the collar of his coat Along the
high road. through Greenwich, on to
Woolwieh and then he looked back
and almost snrieked with fear.
Another motor car was following
him, and the driver. was Joe Drawn.
The red giant, sitting in his seat with
his shoulders bent and face grim set,
was to Winton as if the very demon OF
vengeance was in pursuit.
Ito, Be Continued.f