The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1912-01-24
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seemed 10 eApduu Will od'oSo piioe
that this was so, and took step to-
ward her.
Don't come near me-" cried Betty
Her eyes blazed, and she looked at
him with loathing.
you'll learn to be kinder" he eX
ulted. "You wouldn't see me at Belle
Plain; what was left for me but tc
have you brought here?''
While Murrell was speaking the sig
nal that had told of his own presence
on the opposite shore Of the bayou
was heard again. This served to az
rest his attention. A look OF uncer
tainty passed over his face, then he
made an impatient gesture as if he dis
missed some thought that had forced
itself upon him, and turned to Betty
"You don't ask what my purpose is
where you are concerned; you have
no curiosity on that scorer" She en-
deavored to meet his glance with a
glance as resolute, then her eyes
sought the boys upturned face. u
am going to send you down river, Bet
ty. Later shall join you in New Or
leans, and when l leave the country
you shall go with me-
"Never!" gasped Betty.
GAS my wife, or however you maJ
choose to call it. I'll teach you what
a mans love is like" he boasted, and
extended his hand Betty shrank
from him and his hand fell at his side.
He looked at her steadily out of his
deep-sunk eyes in which blazed the
fires of his passion, and as he looked,
her face paled and flushed by turns.
You may learn to be kind to me, Bet
ty," he said. "You may find it will
be worth your while" Betty made no
answer; she only gathered Hannibal
closer to her side. "Why not accept
what l have to offer, Betty?" Again
he went nearer her, and again she
shrank from him, but the madness OF
his mood was in the ascendant. He
seized her and drew her to him. She
struggled to free herself, but his fin
gers frightened about hers.
LET me go!" she painted. He laugh
ed his cool laugh of triumph.
LET you go-ask me anything bu
that, Betty! Have you no reward fol
patience such as mine? A whole sum
mer has passed since saw yor
first"
There was the noisy shuffling of feel
on the stairs, and releasing Betty, Muir
rell swung about on his heel and faced
the door, 1t was pushed open an inch
at time by not too confident hand
and Mr.. Slosson thus guardedly pre-
scented himself to the eye OF his chief
whom he beckoned from the room.
"Wen?" said Murrell, when they
stood together on the landing.
Just come across to the keel boat!
and Slosson led the way down stair:
and from the house.
Damn you, Joe, you might have
waited!" observed the outlaw. Slosson
gave him a hardened grin They
crossed the clearing and boarded the
keel boat which rested against the
bank AS they did so the cabin in
the stern gave up a shattered presence
in the shape of Tom Ware. Murrell
started violently. 81 thought you were
hanging out in Memphis, Tom?" he
said, as his brow darkened, as, SIMS
ter and forbidding, he stepped closei
to the planter. Ware did not answer
at once, but looked at Murrell out OF
heavy, bloodshot eyes, his face pinched
and CHASTITY. At last he said speaking
with visible effort:
81 stayed in Memphis until 5 o'clock
this morning."
"Damn your early hours roared
Murrell What are you doing here?
SupDOoS SOu VIC UCCH soiio"iAS Lilo
dead face of yours about the neighbour
hood-why didn't you stay at Belle
Plain, since you couldn't keep away"
II haven't been near Belle Plain;
came here instead How am going tc
meet people and answer questions?'
His teeth were chattering. SIS il
known she's missing?" he added.
Hicks raised the alarm the frs
thing this morning, according to the
instructions I'd given him.
"Yes?" gasped Ware. He was drip
ping from every pore and the sickly
color came and went on his unshave,
cheeks. Murrell dropped heavy hant
on his shoulder.
"You haven't been at Belle Plain
you say, but has any one seen you or
the road this morning."
mo one, john" cried Ware, painting
between each word. There was mo
ment's pause and Ware spoke again
What are they doing at Belle Plain?'
he demanded in whisper. Murrell's