The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1908-02-28

kno oHiy tSCdpe ITOf1 tno lIulduS.
They fall exhausted on the plains. A
Draht in command, find them. Hampton
| a era ens s M f.sE bu asstA ero adaetss H & 1n
| ton talks the future over with Miss Gil
a sss niet is IA shs te ss0g Kim hi %ha aes ZIG i%G saS
Of her parentage and life. They decide
she shan live with Mrs. HsEndon. Nadia
\ the Kid.runs away from Mrs. Herndon's
VA CHAPTER Viif. Continued. g"
A He extended hfs hand, and drew her
zip beside him into the shaded corner.
Essaswell,n, he Said, tell me the truth"
|T I've quit, that's all, Bob. / Just
kouldnrt stand reform any longer, and
|ssAQ I've come back here to YOU"
THE han'drew a deep breath. Didn't
IFou like Mrs. Herndon?"
"Ohs, She's ali right enough, so far as
that goes r amt that; only I just
didn't lFe sttamaee things she said and
KID End Hampton Strengthened
up his 'y619e growing stern 'Tye got
to know the Straight Of. this. You say
you like Mrs, tHefndon well enough,
but no: some other things. What were
tRey?" s~''
The girl h~esitated, drawing back a
little fr9m him yntil the light from the
saloon fell directly across her face.
"Well+% she declared, slowly "you see
1t had to be either her or-or you,
Bob, and I'd rather it would be you"
You mean sfe.. satd,,ySu Yoald bays
to cut me gu, entirely II you s}ayed
She ,neddet. her eyes filed. with en-,
treaty. A"Yes'e tnM Was about. it. i
wasn't yer to have anything more to
do wifi Sou not Even To sfeAk ID you
If we met-and after your saved my
life, tdN.'f ~ hesrf:S ISL eh*s"f :
Never minf aSsat'nhattiitefe affair,;
Kid" and Hampton rested his hand
gently! on Mr !siotAdyni' 'afHael& d all
in thel d&y'ss w6tk35fan Mardly counts
for much anshe&r"'WaS'tkat 'ai she
said?"r'"' =: Y.,arfU53l 3%:i ~"
"she 'calleHryoh4 low.down gambler,
a gun-nghteF ,nA-AiMfse barr6om
thug, IA murderer: nSReGshe' said
that irf e1et dared t6gpesk% TO you
again, B6bHampt3n .ithat.'f Gould leave
her hoake.r fd}ustscSufdn2t 44aqAntd FOR
that, s0TcArKte Away. s''s;aesFf y
Hampton Heysr Stirred, Ills teeth
set deep into his. cigar, his, hands
clinched about the ;taarifi{g. aAlrhe foof!",
he muttered half Salou6, tReM caught
his breath Gufckly;.n&@ Now see here,
Kid" ana hsturAedEhs aBoppso that
he might look down into her eyes,
sim mighty glad ;yS6u like The well
enough,to put iuIppi Kick, but;if all this
is true1 about lie. Why shouldn't she
say it? Do y0u. bsslieye fiat sort q a
to look after a yocdng hdy?" "
Il amt q young ladyi" LIS. ....
NO. welt yours Tgoing to. 'be II. !
have my way. and T don't, believe the
sort OF a gent described would, be very
apt to hep You much ii getting there
"You amt all that
well, perhaps not. Like an anna
teur artist, tfadari may hate'1a laid the
colors ot1a- little thick. But l am no
winged fangelJKid, nor exactly q model
for you to COPY after ~ reckon you
better stickito the woman and cut me-"
She did not answer: yet he read an
unchanged purpose In her eyes,, and
his own; decision strengthened. Some
instinct led him to- do the right thing;
he drew forth the 'locket from beneath
the folds of her dress. holding It open
to the light. He noticed now name
engraven on the gold case. and bent
lower to decipher the delicate lettering.
WAS her name Naida!. he ques.
toned. sharply. 1T IL an, uncommon
word" y
"Yes."
Their eyes met, and those Of both
had perceptibly softened.
NADIA" his lips .dwelt upon the
peculiar name as though he loved the
sound. 81 want you to listen to me,
child. l sincerely wish. I might keep
you here with me, but can't. You
are more to me than you dream, but 1t
would not be right for me thus DELHI
erately to sacrifice your whole future
TO my pleasure. I possess nothing to
offer you,-no home, no friends, no
reputation. Practically I am an out
law. existing by my wits, disreputable
In the eyes of those who are worthy to
live in the world. She, whoiwas your
mother, would eve wish you to re-
main with me. She would say / did
right in giving you up into the care
OF q good woman. Nadia, looklon that
face in the locket. your mother's,face.
It Is sweet, pure, beautiful, the face OF
y good, true woman. Living oFidead,
t must be the prayer of those lips that
you become a good woman aaso..x She
should lead you, not /. for / am ud-
worthy. For her sake. and III her
name, I ask you to 60 back to- Mrs.
Herndon." ~ q
He could perceive the gatheriAgte
= her eyes. and his hand closed tight
" about her own. II was not q soul
None that struggled.