The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1912-01-12

plainsman's fingers gripped the negro's
arm, his eyes burning. So this gambler
and blaclsleg was the gentlemanly Mr.
Hawley, was he; well, what could be
his little game? Why had he inveigled
the girl into this lonely spot? And
what did he now propose doing with
her? AS he crouched there, peering
through that convenient crack in the
door, Keith completely forgot his own
peril, intent only upon this new dis
covery. She came slowly around the
end of the table, and stood leaning
against It, her face clearly revealed
In the light of the lamp. For the first
time Keith really perceived its beauty,
Its fresh charm. Could such as she
be singer and dancer in frontier con-
cert hall? And II so, what strange
conditions ever drove her into that
sort Of life?
Isis Fred with your" she ques.
toned. doubtfully.
No; he's with another party riding
farther west the mans eyes survey.
Ing her with manifest approval. "You
are certainly looking fine tonight, my
girl. It's difficult to understand how
ever managed to keep away from
you so long"
She flushed to the hair, her lips
trembling at the open holiness of his
tone.
II prefer you would not speak
like that" she protested.
And why not?" with light laugh.
Come, Christie, such fine airs are
trifie out of place, II didn't know
you were a concert hall artist / might
be more deeply impressed. As 1t is,
! reckon you've heard love words be-
fore now"
Mr.. Hawley, have trusted you as
gentleman. never came here ex-
cept on your promise to bring me to
my brother" and she stood erect be-
fore him. You have no right to even
assume that | am Christie Maclaire."
Sure not; don't assume. / have
seen that lady too often to be mis-
taken. Don't try on that sort Of thing
with mel don't take to It kindly.
ter humor." N
He took step forward. as though
proposing to carry out his threat, but
the girl stopped him, her eyes burn
ing with Indignation.
How dare youl" she exclaimed pas
sionately. all fear leaving her In sud.
den resentment. You think me alone
here and helpless; that you can insult
me at your pleasure. Don't 60 too
far. Mr.. Hawley. know what You
are now, and II makes NO difference
what you may think OF me, or call me;
you'll md me perfectly able to defend
myself" t1 ne r il
"oh. indeedi- sneeringiy, you are
melodramatic; you should have been
an actress instead Of singer. But
you waste your talent out hare ON me.
Do you imagine I fear either you, or |
ysur precious brotherf Why, I could
have him hung tomorrow
She was staring at hin with wide
open eyes, her, face white. m |
-what-what do yeu meant What
has Fred donei"
He was cold and SARCASTIC. |
That makes no difference: II n
what could induce men 10 svear
he1 had done. IT'S easy enough to
convict IN this country. n you only
know how. | simply tell you this. 30
you won't press me too hard. Puri-
Ianism IL out OF place west OF thu Mis-
souri,, especially among ladies Of your
oh. come. now. Christje.
iont try to put such airs on with me,
know who you are, all right, and
ian guess why you are hunting after
Fred Willougbby. | pumped the boy.
md got most OF the truth out Of him."
"You--you have seen him, then,
'ince you left me-" she faltered, be-
yildered, "and didn't bring him here
With your
why should II" and the man stepped
Onward, his eyes on her. his I
lands twitching with n desire To CLASH
Ter to him, yet restrained BY some un. III
efinable power. while / believed
our brother story. I could have play.
d the good Samaritan most beaut,ful
y, but after talked with Wi,lmebbv
prefer him at a distance"
my brother storyi Do Won mean
D insinuate YOU doubt bis being INV
rother? He told YOU tbat7- 8
He gave ND the whole tr,ch Won
ant trust kid Hike that Christie Al