The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1908-05-15

Mr.. Griffin. an I take your words al
they ore meant, faith, aye, but I've
just come from the bedside O. me lit.
tie Audrey, an if her persuadin can't
move me no n else need try, an
that's true. Ye're W. bachelor men,
I'm thinkin', an ye cant 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 We
call ut, was kept by the business end
OF a 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
I 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 T-an' that gentleman was Jasper
val llSh. VIZ Htllt AuuIcy has JuSS
been tellin' me all the s%ufferin's she
has gone through OH account o this
man: an if I was before inclined to
pass him OH to We for punishment, Mr..
Griffin, We can take ut from me that
Joe Rrawn's of a different mind now,
faith, aye"
lyon are running a great personal
I'll NJ, Dr- - ~~-A 1a -,~ N
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. l
see me friend Godfrey a II his bonny
| tie | SIS o err there, am ut's a favor
I've got to ask Of him-aw, Wis, 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 car, with
pleasure: but I wish you would allow
ne to come with YOU
Faith. no. Godfrey, me lad; Joe
Brawn's in this alone. an we're other
wise occupied with your bonny little
sweethe9 TT. Sure, an l shouldn't
want the car at all, but I'm afraid that
little katie'n 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
not Joe Drawn he'll get away from,
faith, no"
With sweat-grimed face and blood
shot yes Montagu Winston drove his
car at the furious pace Of a man pos
sesseG. 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,
lets he rushed the car, needless OF the
cries of the terror stricken inhabitants
or authoritative commands to STOP
Murder was behind him, and a possf-
BILE safety in front. Could he but
reach London and see Kate Dauncey
before the knOWleuSo VI HIS Cillu0 6VN
abroad it was likely that he could yet
effect his 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 London 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
Woolwich. and then he looked back
and almost shrieked with fear.
Another motor car was following
him, and the driver was Joe Drawn.
The red giant. sitting In his zeal with
his shoulders bent and face grim set,
was to Winton as if the very demon or
was in pursuit.
TO Be Continued.)