Perth Amboy evening news., 1911-03-24

tice the spesdometsr record on the
roadster when we turned around here
last Sunday"
What shall we dol" she asked when
the improbability Of any timely rescue
made itself apparent
Blount looked at his watch. II was
already a few minutes past 8 o'clock.
wei sit down and wait for some
body to come along and rescue u.s.
be said. striving to say 1t lightly.
"I'm sure we ought to be glad and
thankful that IT Is no worse. We
stood a good chance of being killed,
both of U.S.
She ~shuddered and said: 81 might
have stopped sooner There-there
was time. don't you think7"
Evan had thought SO, and be was
regarding her ~curiously. There had
been MANY motoring experiences In
their acquaintance of a year and not a
few Hazards. and he had more than
once rejoiced In her cool presence Of
mind in the face of sudden danger.
Il wondered a little that you didn't"
ne TO say. 4 never saw
you hesitate before"
The look that she gave him was pa
th~etically pleading.
II stopped-just one little instant to
think-of your father-and-and those
terrible papers In your pocket and
what was going to happen II you
should reach Judge Hemingway Ia
time, EVAN she confessed brokenly.
"Can you ever forgive met"
1t was a moment for the brushing
aside Of obstacles once and for all,
and he took her In his arms-would
have done 1t If the lonely Quaretaro
road had been the busiest street In the
capital.
You are my brave. loyal darling"
he said. And because she let him say
1t and hid the face. from which the
cold pallor had suddenly ied. on his
shoulder the political struggle and
everything pertaining to it became as
things of naught and the lonely road
the way to paradise.
The silence OF the ~immensities held
them for a moments golden silence
for the lover. but a moment Of keen
self reproachings for the maiden sob
bing on his shoulder.
"Oh. I don't kaow how I could have
done it-but l did!!' she wept. I'll
was ac-actually glad when I saw the
tree. I didn't have the courage toto
| upset the car In the ditch"
Again he comforted her. and the po-
litical venaiities withdrew into a still
remoter region.
ut was to be-" he said. "That Is
what the tree was put here for-to
| stop u.s."
She looked up at that.
"Why, that is so. isn't it? There are
40 trees growing around ~here-none
at all. Who did it. Evan?"
Bloupt shook his head sadly. There
Ia only one person in the world who
eVuid have any strong reason for stop
ping us" he asserted. II can't imagine
how my father managed It In the short
time at his disposal. That tree has
been dragged down out of the little
canyon since we passed going north
You can see the trail of 1t In the road
please, Evan" she pleaded, "don'i
ask me to believe that your father
planned III! Why. we might have beer
! killed outright, both of ust'
Il know he returned gloomiiy. "bui
hello, here comes our rescued"
1t vas rather a figure Of speech thar
an assurance. ABOUND a turn In thu
! canyon road came three horsemer
/ pointing for the main highway and
ambling gently. They were hardly
within hailing distance before Blouni
recognized his three w%aylayers of the
night of mysteries in the Lost River
mountains. with Barto In the lead.
"HowdyY' said the timber locker
riding up to hang with one knee over
the saddle while ne grinned at tbe
two casts ways. Lost out again. Mr.
Blount? Couldn't make out to run
your chug wagon over that there pine
tree, chi"
did you put the tree in the roadT'
snapped Blount, with rising anger.
81 reckon we did," was the cool re.
ply. land 1t was one kb too. Had to
drag It I'm more'n a mile down the
gulch with the horse ropes"
There was material for an expo.
sion. but Blount controlled himself.
"Ry whose orders did you do it?' he
demanded.
"The boss'."
"Air. Hatha way? '
~Not on your life. 1t was the big
boss this time"
Blount,s quick glance aside at his
you So" and he did not question Bar
to further.
WELL" he said. turning back to the
outlaw I. what Is TO be done with us?'
Barto rursed bis thick lips. IF the
lady can make out to ride one of the
bronc's." he began. there's a right
comfortable little shack of a hotel at
the head Of the Gulch. and
But we nre on our way TO the city,
Biount i~nterposed. still trying to mas
ter his impatience.
The timber locker shrugged.
"Ali right. I reckon there amt nc
law ag'inst your walkin' or settin'
down TO wait till somebuddy comes
along. But 1t might be a good while"
Blount turned 70 Patricia.
SHALL we waltz" he asked. and she
nodded quickly. with a look in her
syes that he could not interpret.
aI don't hnlIera we cara to p0 and