The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1908-03-19

"Yo~'re too good q mon to drts&."
>er ssepsh yosr cabin for the gold?
WsA NAT srfl sbpt them on to you.
I round II cot xfterward.' She keeps
tAs keys to AcNamara's safety vault
whsrs yenE dust lisss and shes the pne
1ho hendiss he Judge. It isn't Nc
Nsnnass Z 1t Ill" The .woman lied
easily. Ausntiy. and the man believed
heR.
sDo you remember when they broke
Into your safe and took that money!
EYES"
"wef. what made them think you
bad $4,000 in therer'
~ don't know"
II do. Dextry told her,"
Glenister arose. That's all l want
10 hear now. I'm going crazy. My
mind aches. for I've never had g fight
like this before and 1t hurts. You see,
I've been an animal all these years.
When I wanted to drink, drank. and
what i wanted, l got, because I've
been strong enough to take 1t. This
b new to me. I'm going downstairs
now and try to think Of something else
then I'm going home
When he had gone she pulled back
the curtains and. leaning her chin In
her hands, with elbows on the ledge,
gaxed down upon the crowd. The
show was over and the dance had BE-
gun, but she did not see 1t, for she
was thinking rapidly with the eager
ness Of one who sees the end Of
long and weary search. She did not
notice the Bronco Kid beckoning to
her or the man with him. so the
gambler brought his friend along and
invaded her box. He introduced the
man as Mr.. Champian.
do you feel like dancing?" the new
conner inquired.
"No; I'd rather look on. feel So
eiable. You're a society man, Mr..
Cbampian. Don't you know anything
OF interest? Scandal or the like2'
"Can't say that do. My wife at
tends to oil that for the family. But
I know there's lots Of It. It's funny
to me the airs some Of these people
assume up here. just as though we
weren't all equal. north Of fifty-three.
Ipsyer beard the like"
Anything new and exciting" In
uuired Bronco. mildly interested.
"The last I heard was about the
Judges niece, Miss Chester"
Cherry Malotte turned abruptly.
while the Kid slowly lowered the front
legs Of his chair to the foor.
"What was it," she inquired.
"Why, II seems she compromised her
self pretty badly with this fellow Glen
lister coming up on the steamer last
sprine. Mighty braxen. according to
my wife. Mrs. Champian was on the
,same ship and says she was horribly
Unlocked"
Ah! Glenister had told her only half
the tale, thought the girl. The truth
was barring itself. At that moment
Champian thought she looked the typ
ical creature Of the dance halls, the
crafty, Jealous, malevolent adventur-
ess.
"And the hussy masquerades as
lady" she sneered.
"She is a lady" said the Kid. He
sat bolt upright and rigid. and the
knuckles Of his clinched hands were
very white. In the shadow they did
not note that his dark face was ghast-
ly, nor did he say more except to bid
Champian goodby when be left, LATER
on. After the door had closed. how
ever, the Kid arose and stretched his
muscles, not languidly. but as though
to take out the cramp Of long tension
he wet his lips, and his mouth was 30
dry that the sound caused the girl to
look up.
What are you grinning at?' Then
rs the light struck his face, she started.
.'My, how you look! What ails you:
Are YOU sickT No one, from Dawson
down, had seen the Bronco Kid as be
looked tonight.
mo: I'm not sick" he answered in
cracked voice.
Then the girl laughed harshly.
"Do you love that girl too? why
she's got every man in town crazy!
She wrung her hands, which Is bao
sign in q capable person, and as Glen