The Huttig news., 1909-11-06

saw him fall from the saddle after h. was shot, and everybody ran away and Dn Sang and two other men were firing al him as he lay on the ground i He could not possibly have escape, l with his life. Blake said; he mus have been riddled with bullets. Ism 1 il terribie9" She sabbed suddenly ane McCloud stunned at her words. let 1 her to his chair and bent over her.
 If his death means this 10 you | think of what it means 10 mel, l A Rood of sympathy bore them to fe;her. The moment was hardly one | Tor interruption. but the dispatchef. door opened and Rooney Lee halted ihunderstruck. on the threshold.
 Dicksie's hand disappeared in her handkerchief. McCloud had been il wrecks before, and gathered himsel together unmoved. What is it | Rooney?"
 The very calmness of the two al the table disconnected the aispatcner. He held the message in his hand and shuffled his feet. Give me your dis patch" said McCloud, impatienily
 Quite unable to take his hollow eyes off Dicksie. poor Rooney ad- vanced, handed the telegram to Me Cloud. and beat an awkward retreat.
 McCloud devoured the words of the message at a glance
 "Ah.' he cried, this is from Cor don himself, sent from Sleepy Cat Ha ha fr
 Three of the Tower W men trailed into Williams Cache. In resisting arrest this morning, Du Sang was wounded and is dying tonight. Two prisoners, Karg and Seagrue. G $.
 Those are Gordon's initials; il is the signature over which he tele- graphs me. You see, this was seEt last night long after Blake left He is safe; I will take my life on it."
 Dicksie sank back while McCloud re-read the message. "Oh, isn't that relief" she exclaimed But how can it be? I can't understand it at all: but he is safe, isn't he? I was heart broken when I heard he was killed. Marion ought to know of this" she said rising. T am going to tell her.
 And may I come over after I tell Rooney Lee to repeat this to head l quarters?"
 Why, of course, if you want to"
 When McCloud reached the cottage Dicksie met him. Katie Dancings mother is sick, and she has gone home. Poor Marion is all alone this morning, and half dead with sick headache" said Dicksic "Buf told her, and she said she shouldn't mind the headache now at all'
 But what are you going to do 9''
 T am going to get dinner: do you want to help?"
 I'm going to help.
 "oh, you are? That would be very funny"
 Funny or moi, I'm going to help
 You would only be in the way"
 You don't know whether I should or not
 "I know should do much better if you would go back and run the rail road a few minutes
 The railroad be hanged I am for dinner'
 But l will get dinner for you''
 You need not I can get it for my self"
 You are perfectly absurd, and if we stand here disputing. Marion won't have anything to eat
 They went into the kitchen disput- ing about what should be cooked. At the end of an hour they had two fires going-one in the stove and one in Dicksie's cheeks. By that time if had been decided to have a luncheon isr stead of a dinner. Dicksie attempted some soup and McCloud found N strip of bacon. and after he had cooked it, Dicksie, with her riding-skfrt pinned up and her sleeves delightfully."- rolled back, began frying eggs. When MariosA unable longer to withstand the excite ment, appeared, the engineer, flushed with endeavor was making toast.
 The three sat down at table togeth- CT. They found they had forgotten. the coffee, but Marion was not alloweds to move from her chair. When the. coffee was made ready the bacon had been eaten and more had to he fried McCloud proved able for. any part Of the program, and when they rose it was four o'clock. and too late, Me Cloud declared. to go back to the of flee that afternoon.
 Marion and Dicksie, after time, at tempted jointly to get rid of him, but. they found they could not. so he three talked about Whispering SmieM. When the women tried to discourage MeCloud by talking hats he played the wheezy piano, and when Dicksie spoke about going home he declared he would ride home with her But Dick sic had no mind that he should, and when he asked to know why. without realizing what flush fingered in his face, she said only, no; if she had reasons she would give none. McCloud persisted, because under the flush about his eyes was the resolve that he would take one long ride that evening. in any event. He had made up hi A mind fer that ride--a longer one tn AT he had ever taken before, or expec led ever to take again-and would not hca