The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-11-01

"She sholy is LADY," said Yancy
staring after her. "And we mustn't
forget Memphis or Belle Plain, New
w."
When Betty Malroy rode away from
Squire Balaam's Murrell galloped
latter her Presently she heard the
beat of his horses hoofs as he came
pounding along the sandy road, and
|glanced back over her shoulder. With
an exclamation of displeasure she
refined in her horse. Murrell quickly
gained place at her side.
81 suppose Ferris is at the Barony?"
he said drawing his horse down to a
walk.
81 believe he is" said Betty with a
curt little air.
MAY l ride with you?" he gave her
a swift glance. She nodded indiffer-
emily and would have urged her horse
into gallop again, but he made a
gesture of protest. "Don't-or l shall
think you are still running away from
me-" he said with a short laugh.
"Were you at the trial?" she asked.
81 am glad they didn't get Hannibal
away from Yancy."
ooh, Yancy will have his hands full
with that later-so will Bladen," he
added significantly. He studied her
out of those deeply sunken eyes of
his in which no shadow of youth ling
cred, for men such as he reached their
prime early, and it was a swiftly pass
ing splendor Ferris tells me that
you are going to West Tennessee?"
he said at length.
"Yes.'
81 know your half;bpther. Tom
Ware-I know him very WELL"
$50 you know Tom?" she observed,
and frowned slightly. Tom was her
guardian, and her memories of him
were not satisfactory. A burly, I'M
shaver man with a queer streak of
meanness through his character.
you've spent much of your time up
North?" suggested Murrell
-Four years. I've been at school you
know. That's where met Judith
Ferris"
81 hope you'll like West Tennessee.
It's still a bit raw compared with what
you've been accustomed to in the
North. You haven't been back in all
those four years." Betty shook her
head. 'Nor seen Tom-nor any one
| from out yonder?" For some reason
little tinge of color had crept into
Betty's cheeks. "Will you let me re-
new our acquaintance at Belle Plain
shall be in West Tennessee before
the summer is over; probably shall
leave here within week." he said,
bending toward her. His glance dwelt
on her face and the plant lines of her
figure, and his senses swan.
81 imagine you will be welcome at
Belle Plain. You are Toms friend"
Murrell bit his lip, and then laughed
as his mind conjured up a picture of
the cherished Tom. Suddenly he
reached out and rested his hand on
hers
"Betty-if might think" he be-
gan, but his tongue stumbled. His
love making was usually of a savage
sort, but some quality in the girl held
him in check. Betty drew away from
him, an angry color on her cheeks
and an angry look in her eyes For
give me, Betty" murmured Murrell,
but his teart beat against his ribs, and
passion sent it's surges through him.
Don't YOU know what I'm trying to
tell you?" he whispered. Betty gath
cred up her reins. mot yet" he
cried, and again he rested a heavy
hand on hers.
LET me go-let me go!" cried Bet
ty Indignantly.
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stil nearer and gathered her close.
1"You'ye got to hear me. I've loved you
since the first moment l rested my
eyes on you-and, by God, you shall
love me in return!" He felt her strug-
gle to free herself from his grasp
with sense of savage triumph.
Bruce Darlington, on his way back
to Fayetteville from the Forks, came
about turn in the road. Betty saw
a tall, handsome fellow in the first
flush of manhood; Darlington. an an
cry girl struggling in a mans grasp.
At sight of the newcomer, Murrell,
with an oath, released Betty, who,
.striking her horse with the whip, gal
lcped down the road toward. the Bar
ony AS she fed past Darlington she
bent low in her saddle
Don't let him follow mel she
gasped, and Darlington, striding for
ward. caught Murrells horse by the