The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-05-28


should reach Judge Hemingway In
time, Evan" she confessed beOkenfy.
"Can you ever forgive mey
It was a moment for the brushing
aside Of obstacles once and for all,
and he took her In his arms-would
have done 1t II 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
It and hid the face, from which the
cold pallor had suddenly fed, on bis
shoulder the political struggle and
everything pertaining to 1t became as
things OF naught and the lonely road
the way to paradise.
The silence of the immenSfties 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, 1 don't know how could have
done it-but I didp' she wept. IL
was ac-actually glad when saw the
tree. / didn't have the courage TOTO
UPSET LIE CdL al bAC
Again he comforted her, and the po-
htical venalfties withdrew into a sti1
remoter region.
at 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 50, isn't It? There are
no trees growing around her>nons
at all Who did it, EvanT
Blount shook his head sadly. "There
is only one person in the world VINO
could have any strong reason for stop
ping u.s." he asserted. ''I can't imagine
how my father managed 1t 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 it in the road"
please, Evan" she pleaded, don't
ask me to believe that your father
planned It! Why, we might have been
killed outright, both Of usr'
II know" he returned gloomfly, but
hello, here comes our rescued"
It was rather figure of speech than
an assurance. Around a turn in the
canyon road came three horsemen
pointing for the main highway and
ambling gently. They were hardly
within hailing distance before Blount
recognized his three waylayers of the
night Of mysteries in the Lost River
mountains, with Barto IN the lead.
"Howdy?" said the timber locker,
riding up to hang with one knee over
the saddle while he grinned at the
two castaways. Lost out again, Mr..
Blount? Couldn't make out to run
your chug wagon over that there pine
tree, eh?' s.
did you put the tree in the road?"
snapped Blount, with rising anger.
II reckon we did," was the cool re-
ply, land it was one Job too Had to
drag it I'm more'n a mile down the
gulch with the horse ropes"
There was material for an explo-
sion, but Blount controlled himself.
"By whose orders did you do tt?' he
demanded 49,
1.-The BOSS
~Mr. Hathaway
mot on your life. It was the big
boss this time"
Blounts quick glance aside at his
companion was a sorrowful st told
you So" and he did not question Bar
to further
Well he said. turning back to the,
outlaw, what is to be done with us?"
Barto pursed his 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 hotel at
the head Of the gulch, and
But we are on our way to the city"
Blount interposed, st1ll trying to mas
ter his impotence.
The timber locker shrugged.
"An right. ! reckon there amt no
law ag'inst your walkin' or settin'
down to wait till somebuddy comes
along. But it might be good while"
Blount turned to Patricia.
"Shall we waltz" he asked, and she
nodded quickly, with a look in her
eyes that he could not interpret.
ct don't believe we care to go and
look for your shack hotel" he said to
the road blocker.
Barto swung straight in HIS saddle
and fell into the attitude Of one listen
ing. Then the grin became a menace,
and he spoke sharply.
Gimme them papers you got in your
pocket and do it sudden he COM
manded. Then you can stay here till