Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1909-10-07

dropped TO the ground. He laughed at
Dicksie's startled expire ssion. Don't
YOU know me-" he asked. putting out
his hand. II was Whispering Smith.
Iio WINS fearful sight. Stained
from head to foot with alkali, saddle
crnmpcd and bent. his face scratched
and stained he stood with a smiling
appeal in his bloodsho' eyes.
Doksic gave little uncertain cry,
cl1spcd her hands and, with n scream,
threw her arms impulsivcly around his
neck. "Ch. I'D not know you! What
has happened? | ON so glad to SEQ
you! Tell me what has happened.
Are you hurt"
lie stommered Ike a schoolboy,
Nothing has happened. 7 didn't real
i5c what tramp look or shouldn't
have come. But I ives only mile
away and had heard nothing for four
days from Medicine Eord. And how
arc You? Did your ride mako YOU i'll?
no? BY heaven, you aro a game girl
That was ride. How are they all?
Where's Your cousin? IN town. is he?
! thought might got some news II |
rode Up, and, oh. Mas Dlckrle-jlm-
my. some coffee. But I've got only
two minutes .cr It all. only two min
utcs; do you think Puss has any on
the stovc?"
Dicksic With coaxing and pulling got
him into the kitchen. and Puss tum-
bled over herself 70 SGT out coffee and
rolls. He showed himself ravenonsly
hungry, ,nd otc with a simple direct
ness That -pccdl!y accounted for every
thing IL sight. You have saved my
lifo. Now an goInc, and thank you
q Thousand times. There. BY heaven.
I've forgotten WiCkw!re' He is with
me-waiting down IN the cottonwoods
at the fork Could Puss put up a
lunch could take 20 him? He hasn't
had rcrep for "a hours. But, Dick
ste, your tramp is y hummer I've
tried to ride him down and wear him
ont and lose him, and. by heaven, he
turns up every time and has been OF
more use 20 me than two men
She put hey hand on Whispering
Smiths arm. 81 toid HIN II he would
stop drinking he cou'i he foreman
here ncxt season puys was putting
up the lunch Why need you hurry
away" persisted D.cksie. i've got a
thousand things to say"
He looked at her amiably. This is
really case OF must"
Then. tell me, what favor may
do for you?" She looked appcalingly
into his tired eyes. ~ want to do
something for Won. must. don't deny
me. Only, what shall It be-"
Something for mo- What can I
say? You'll be kind to Marion-T
shouldn't have 70 ask that. What can
! ask? Stop. there Is one thing I've
got poor little devil of IN orphan up
In the Deep Creek country. Du Sang
murdered his father. You are rich
and generous. Dicks,e; do something
for him. will you? Kennedy or Bob
Scott will know all about him. Bring
him down here. Will you. and see he
doesn't 60 TO the dogs. You're a good
girl. What's this. crying? Now you
are frightened. Things are not so
bad as that, You wunt to know every
thing see It In your eyes, Very
we'll. let's trade. You tell me every
thing and III tell you everything. Now
then; Are you engaged"
They were standing under the low
porch with the sunshine breaking
through the trees She turned away
her face and throw all of her happi-
ness into laugh. Il won't tell
h1f y, tT1 n
declared Whispering Smith. Il knew
Why Of course knew-but | wanted
to make you own up. Well, here's the
way things are. Sinclair has run us
all over Gods creation for two days to
give his pals chance 70 break into
Williams Cache 10 get the Tower X
money they left with Rcbstock. For
fact, We have ridden completely
around Sleepy Cat and been down in
the Spanish Sinks since | saw yen
He doesn't want 20 leave without the
money, and doesn't know II is in Ken
nedYF hands, and cant ct into the
Cache TO find ont Nov the three
whoever the other two are-and Sin
clair-ere trying 20 ioin forces some
where m this ALLEY. and Kennedy,
Scott. Wicl;wire and are after them:
and every outlet is watched. and II
must al he over. my dear, before sun
Get tonight. Isn't that flne' l mean
TO have the thing wound IN somehow.
Don't look worried"
40 not--do not let him kill you"
she cried, with a sob.
"Hc will not kill me; don't be
afraid"
Il am afraid. Remember what your
life Is 70 all OF u.s."
Then, Of course. I've got TO think
Of what II ie to myself being the only
one I've got. Sometimes don't think
much Of It; but when get a welcome
like this 1t sets me up. II cav once
get out OF the accursed slaughter.
Ing business, Dlcksie-- How old are
you! Nineteen? Well you've got the
finest chap In all these mountains, and
George McCloud hes the finest"
With a buhbling laugh she shook
her finger q him, Now you are
caught. Say tho finest woman In these
mountains il you dare. Say the finest
worlan!"
THE finest woman Of 10 in al! crea-
ton" He swung with a laugh into
the saddle and waved his hat, She
watched him ride down the road and
around the hill. When re reappeared
she was st!ll looking and he was gal
Looping along the lower road. A man
| rode out at the fork to meet him and