Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1912-04-18
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wHave you met Mr.. Norton, and my
brother, MIR. Carrington7" she asked.
The two young men shook hands,
and Ware improved the opportunity
to inspect the newcomer. But as
his glance wandered over him, It took
IN more than Darlington. for II IN
cluded the fine figure and swarthy
face Of Captain Murrell. who, with
his eyes fixed on Betty, was thrusting
his eager way through the crowd.
Murrell had presented himself at
Belle Plain the day before. For up
ward OF a year, Ware had enjoyed
great peace OF mind as a direct re-
suit OF his absence from west Ten
nesseo. and when he thought OF him
ut all he had invariably put period
10 his meditatious with. Il hope TO
hen he catches it wherever he isl"
More than this. Betty had spoken
OF the captain IN no uncertain tones.
lie was not to repeat that visit.
As Murrell approached, the hot COZ
or surged into Botty'e face AS for
Hannibal. he had gone white 10 tho
lips. and bis small hand olutched hers
desperately.
Murrell. with all his hardihood,
realized that a too great confidence
bad placed him in an awkward posi-
ton. for Betty turned her back on
A.. .wd Aga~ar la grefv,sta4 Ty,Ysyar,.
aation with Darlington and Charley
Norton.
Hicks, the Belle plain ovcfseer,
pushed his way to Murrtirs side.
Here. John Murrell. Amt you go
ing 10 show as a trick or twoT" he
inquired
Murrsl turned quickly With a sense
Of Fellei
III you can spare me your ritie." he
said. bat his face wore bleak look.
'nuut gnr ,kluk yca'yo neea aeogt
enough. Bot7" demanded Tom. You
don't care for this shooting. do your"
"Thata tho very thing I do care
for. think Ia rather see That than
the horsoracing.' said Betty perYorse-
-.
Betty now seated herself In the car
lrlaRe. with Hannibal beside her,
quietly determined 70 miss nothing.
Tho judge. feeling that no had come
into his own. leaned elegantly against
the wheel. md explained the merits
OK each sh0t az Il was made.
Il hope you gentlemen are not go
ing 10 let mo walk on with the prikeY'
said Murreu. approaching the group
about the carriage MI Norton.
am told you arc clever with tho rife. -
II arr not shooting today" respond
| ca Norton hRughtly.
Murrell staikod back 70 the limo.
AT forty PAGES ia risk it myself,
ma'am." aaid the Judge But at a
hundred, orhand like this, should
most certainly fall"
IT would be hard to beat that
they heard Murroll say.
AT least It would be quite possible
10 equal IT, said Darlington, nd
vanoing With Hannibars rifle in hii
hands.
Il was tossed TO his shoulder, ant
poured out It's contents in brigh
stream OF fame. There was a mo
ment OF silence.
Center shot, ma'aml" cried th'
Judge.
'Tn add twenty dollars to thu
pursel" Norton addressed himself 4
Darlington. And | shall hope, sir
10 see II 60 into your pocket"
"Our sentiments exactly, ma'am
are they notf" said the judge.
Perhaps you'd Ike to bet a Iittl
OF your money!" remarked Murrell
''Pm ready TO do that too, STR" n
nponded Norton quietly.
Five hundred dollars, then, tina
this gentleman in whose success yo'
take so great an interest, can neithe
equal nor better my next shoti" MuI
rell had produced roll of bills as b
spoke
Norton colored with embarrasi
ment. Darlington took in the situt
ton.
Wait a minute" he said, an
passed his purse to Norton. Cove
his money, sir" he added briefly.
Thank you, my horses have ru
away with most Of my cash." 81
planned Norton.
Your shotl" said Darlington shor
ly. to the outlaw.
Murrell taking careful aim, fire.
olinnfng the center
AS soon as the result was know
Darlington raised his rifle; his bulle
truer than his opponents, drove OIL
the center. Murrell turned on hi
with an oath.
you shoot we'll, but board stuc
J against tree is no test for q man
nerve" he said insolently.
Darlington was charging his piec
Il only know Of one other KIND.
target" he observed coolly.
"Yes-a living targetl7 cried nlu
rell.