The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-08-18
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 He stopped a; the look that had come Into her face. Her eyes were turned 10 the window He saw them filled with a strange terror, and involuntari- Iy his own followed them to where the ltorm was beating softly against the windowpane Close to the lighted glass was pressed mans face. He caught a flashing glimpse of a pair of eyes staring in at them, of a thick, wild beard whitened by the snow. He knew the face. When life seemed slipping out of his throat he had looked up into it that night of the ambush on the Great North trail.
 With a quick movement Rowland sprang away from the girl and leveled his revolver to where the face had been. Over the shining barrel he saw Oniy the taunting emptiness of the storm. Scarcely had the face disap- peared when there came the loud shout of man, the hoarse calling of a name and then of another and after that the quick, furious opening of the outer door.
 Rowland whirled, his weapon point ing to the only entrance The girl was ahead of him, and with warning cry he swung the muzzle of his gun up ward In a moment she had pushed the bolt that locked the room from the inside and had leaped back to him, her face white, her breath breaking in fear. She spoke no word, but with a moan of terror caught him by the arm and pulled him past the light and beyond the thick curtain that had hidden her when he had entered the room a few minutes before. They were in a second rooms palely lighted by a mass of coals gieaming through the open door of box stove and with a second window looking out into the thick night. Fiercely she dragged him to this window, her fingers biting deep into the flesh of his arm.
 You must go through this! she cried chokingIy. Quick! Oh, my God, won't you hurry? Won't you go?"
 Rowland had stopped. From the blackness of the corridor there came the beat of heavy fists on the door and the rage of a laundering voice demand ing admittance From out in the night it was answered by the sharp barking of a dog and the shout of second voice
 "why should I go?" he asked. "I told you q few moments ago that had come prepared to fight, Meleese. shall stay and fight"
 Please, please gor' she sobbed, striv- ing to pull him nearer to the window. 'You can get away in the storm. The snow will cover your trafl If you stay they will kill you-kill you"
 'I prefer to fight and be killed rath- CT than to run away without you," he interrupted. If you will go"-
 She crushed herself against his breast
 "I can't go-now-this way" she urged. But will come to you. I promise that-I will come to you" For an instant her hands clasped his face. "Will you go if promise you thatT'
 You swear that you will follow me -that you will come down to the We kusko? My God. are you telling me the truth, Meleese:"
 "Yes. yes; I will come to you if you go now" She broke from him. and he heard her fumbling at the window. "I will come: will come, but not to We kusko. They will follow you there. Go back to Prince Alberto the ho- tel where I looked at you through the window will come there-sometime as soon as can"
 A blast of cold air swept into his face. He had thrust his revolver into its holster, and now again for an in- stant he held Meleese close in his arms
 "You will be my wifeT' he whis- pered.
 He felt her throbbing against him. Suddenly her arms frightened around his neck.
 "Yes, if you want me then-if you want me after you know what am Now, go-please, please go!''
 He pulled himself through the win dow, hanging for a last moment to the led-e.
 eff r41i fail to come within month shall return" he said.
 Her hands were at his face again. Once more. as on the trail at Le Pas, he felt sweet pressure of her lips.
 'I will come" she whispered.
 Her hands thrust him back, and he was forced to drop to the snow below. Scarcely had his feet touched when there sounded the fierce yelp of dog
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