Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1910-10-29
CHAPTER XIV.


was wet as a sponge. and Betty, shoes
and stockings off. was joying in the
rush of the water and the feel of the
tepid ooze beneath her feet. 1t was
the first time In days that the rain
had not been falling. A haze still over
spread the desert and the air seemed
full enough OF rain to have dripped II
you had squeezed IT. But Betty didn't
care. Her long brown hair, still dull
and satiny as a pecan shell, despite u
the havoc OF fever. sea wind and south
ern sun, dangled below her waist in
two thick braids. and was parted with
never sign of ripple over her broad
white forehead. Betty's hair under no
provocation had ever been known TO
curl 1t was nice, straightforward hair
Her gown was a prolongation of Meta's
tunic, and skirt of fine white linen,
low OF neck, devoid of sleeve and
clasped at the shoulder with two flash
ing diamond buckles that Meta picked
up somewhere around the castle. 1t
was fastened at the belt by a wide Cir
die of cut and uncut diamonds curl
ously and Unfortunately mixed. Bet
~ had long since ceased to take any
interest in diamonds, for she had had
more OF flashing pins and gee-gaws
thrust on her by the admiring Meta
during her stop In the castle than she
had ever dreamed of owning. Betty's
skirt, though much longer than Metals
was very well above her ankles and
with City Editor Burton as an appre-
ciative audience Betty was practicing
barefoot dance as she had seen an
ultra fashionable exponent of barefoot
dancing prance upon q very esthetic
stage.
Just watch, City Editor Burton"
she laughed. Just watchl Here is
where 1 am expressing joyl Note the
glow of the drapery. Burton. my boy.
and the marvellous way in which the
dancer sticks her toes into the ooze-
Oh, there's thorn. Now, City Editor
Burton. I'm about to be captured and
cast away on a desert isle-watch me
see this gesture in grief-City Editor
mine-I send a message-see-I well
come pigeon-see, there, City Editor
Burton. 1t brings me a message from
from-oh. Meta, Meta-Meta-Larr
johnny"
Burton bayed a prodigious roar, Meta
tumbled from the house with small
rifle In her hand as Betty, barefooted,
dishevelled, sprang into the arms of
Larry Morris, and let him hold her
very tightly and kiss her forehead
again and again, while red headed
Johnny johnson grabbed her hands al :
ternately and danced around so reck-
lessly that City Editor Burton howled
louder than ss-loon. Betty and Larry
were too rapt for words. Not SO the
incorrigible Johnny.
Get on to the Isadora Duncan rig
he chortled. land this animal here
your lap-dog. Betty? What do you call
him?"
City Editor Burton" mumbled Bet
ty. extricating herself from Larry's
arms. and both the men roared.
Wouldn't 1 like to see old Burt's
face II we could only ship him the
brute" said Johnny. 1T would be worth
getting hung forl"
Meta, when she had recognized Lar
ry as the original of the portrait in
Betty's locSet. lowered the little revol
yer. which till this moment Betty had
not known she possessed. AS Meta
turned to go into the house Betty call
ed her back. and putting her arm
around the black girls waist, she said:
Larry. dear she has been good to me;
this is Meta" Larry put out his hand
and the black girl. half abashed, took
II silently.
Meta" echoed Johnny. where's
Benoni? Is she his?"
Johnny whistled, and a man came
through the brake-he came like a
whirlwind, and when he saw the black
girl by Botty's side a savage yell Of
triumph, mingled with the grief that
In born OF Joy. rang out from both their
threats.
His wife" said Larry. quietly. He
brought US here. He and the pigeons.
Betty. dear. It was so like you to think
OF tho pigeons!"
"Oh, then my messages did some
good; those blessed birds. those bless
ed birdsl" exclaimed Betty. Il never
knew what became OF them. How did
you ind the way?"
I'VE followed Benoni; he knew the
way best" answered Larry
His wife" said Betty. aghast. And
she never told!"
Johnson and Larry both laughed III
that isn't the woman OF II. You'll hold
that up against her all her life, sup
pose"
We'll. I don't care" said Betty
Anyway. I'll bet know one thing you
boys don't / know who killed Cerisss
Wayne"
'Who7" asked both boys, in a breath
We'll, then, II was the man who
loved her best" replied Betty.
"Oh. what's his manner" asked John
NY
Il don't know" said Betty, but 4,
must have been her husband, Of
course"
Fell down on your assignment"
sneered Larry. mo story's any good
without namesl"
The lion stretched his shrunkeu
gums over his rickety teeth and yawn-
ed slightly.
sMademoiselle." said Meta, ap-
preaching. you had better come in on,
of the wet-it is going to rain againl
Look at the sky"
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