The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1912-09-13
CHAPTER V (contlnued.)

w men bttlg AdlIOJ lOut away lIOil
Squire Balaam's Murrell galloped after
her. Presently she heard the beat OF
his horses hoofs as he came pound
ing along the sandy road, and glanced
back over her shoulder. With an eX-
clamation Of displeasure she reined in
her horse. Murrell quickly gained a
place at her side
II suppose Ferris is at the Barony?"
he said, drawing his horse down TO a
walk.
Il believe he is," said Betty with a
curt little air
May / ride with you?" - ave her
swift glance. She nodded indif-
ferently and would have urged her
horse into a gallop again, but he made
gesture OF protest. "Don't-or 1
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."
"Oh, 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 lin
gered. for men such as he reached
their prime early, and It was a swift
ly passing splendor. Ferris tells me
you are going to west Tennessee?"
he said at length.
yes"
81 know your half-brother, Tom
Ware-I know him very we'll"
80 you know Tom?" she observed,
and frowned slightly. Tom was her
guardian. and her memories OF him
were not satisfactory. A burly, un-
shaven man with a queer streak or
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"
Il hope youll like west Tennessee |
It's still bit raw compared with |
what you've been accustomed 10 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 rea-
son a little tinge OF color had crept |
into Betty's cheeks. "Will you let me
renew our acquaintance at Belle
Plain? shall be In west Tennessee |
before the summer is over probably |
j shall leave here within a week." he |
said, bending toward her. His glance I
dwelt on her face and on the plant
lines of her figure, and his senses
swan
Il imagine you viii 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
lovemaking was usually OF 4 savage
sort, but some quality I'm the girl held
him In check. Betty drew away from
him, an angry color on her cheeks
and an angry light in her eyes. For
give me, Betty" murmured Murren,
but his heart beat against his ribs,
and passion sent its surges through
him. Don't you know what I'm try.
ing TO tell you?" he whispered. Betty
gathered up her reins Not yet"
he cried, and again he rested a heavy
hand ON hers.
Let me go--let me go!" cried Bet
ty Indignantly.
"No-not yeti" he urged his horse
still nearer and gathered her close.
you've got TO hear me. I've loved
you since the first moment | rested |
my eyes on you--and, by God, you
shah love me in return!" He felt her
struggle to free herself from his |
grasp with sense OF savage triumph. |
Bruce Darlington, on his way back |
90 Fayetteville from the Forks, came |
about turn in the road. Betty saw |
tall, handsome fellow I'm the first |
flush OF manhood; Carrington, an |
angry girl strug ling In mans
grasp
AZ sight Of the newcomer. Murren, |
with an oath, released Betty. who. |
striking her horse with the whip. gal |
loped down the road toward the |
Barony. AS she fed past Darlington |
abe bent low in her saddle.
Don't let him follow mel" she
gasped, and Darlington, striding for
ward, caught Murrell's horse by the
bit.
Let gol" roared Murrell. and
murderous light shot from his eyes.
II don't know but should pull you