The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1912-03-14
CHAPTER XIV.
THE ANGEL GOES FOR HELP.

l SEE IoN lbu ulth AiAt sam
man." said the angel "Yol
know, we were in Colorado
u last year. and there was
cowboy that was the handsomest maj
about. He'd come riding into tow
every night. and all we girls jus
adored him. Oh, but he was beauty
thought at first glance you were
really he. but / see now he WASN'T
nearly so tall nor so broad as you and
only half as handsome.
The men burst into roar OF laugh
ter. and Jack flushed crimson. The an
gel Joined in the laugh
well. I'll leave 1t TO you! Isn't he
handsome?" she challenged. "As for
that cowboys face, It couldn't be com
pared with yours. The only trouble
with you is that your clothes are spoil
ing you. It's the dress those cowboys
wear that makes half their looks. II
you were properly dressed you could
break the heart of the prettiest girl in
the country"
with one accord the other men
focused on Black Jack and for the first
time realized that he was superb
speciman of manhood. for he stood
six feet tall. was broad. well rounded
and had dark. even skin. big black
eyes and fun red lips.
'I'll tell you whatr' exclaimed the
angel I'D just love TO see you on
horseback. Nothing sets a handsome
man or so splendidly. Do you rider"
"Yes," said Jack, and his eyes were
burning on the angel as If he would
fathom the depths OF her soul.
We'll" said the angel winsomely, 81
know what just wish you'd do. l
wish you would let your hair grow a
little longer. Then wear a blue flannel
shirt a little open at the throat, a red
tie and broad brimmed felt hat and
ride past my house of evenings. I'm
always at home then and almost al
ways on the veranda. and, oh, but |
would like to see you! VIII you do
that for mei"
The angel was looking straight into
Jacks face. coarse and hardened with
sin and careless living. which was
now taking on a wholly different ex-
preston. The evil lines OF IL were
softening and fading out under her
clear gaze. A dull red famed into his
bronze cheeks. and his eyes were grow
ing brightly tender.
yes" be said. and the glance he
shot at the men was Of such nature
that no one saw ft even to change
countenance.
"Oh, goody!' she cried. fitting on her
tpes. "l'll ask the girls TO come to
see. but they needn't stick in. We can |
get along without them. can't weT
Jack leaned toward her. He was
the charmed, huttering bird. and the
angel was the snake.
well | rather guessr' he cried.
The angel drew deep breath and |
looked him over rapturously.
"My. but you're tall" she gurgled. |
''Do you suppose win ever grow to
reach your shoulders?
"Lariat Bin used always TO have a
bunch OF red flowers In his shirt peck |
et. and the red lit up his dark eyes |
and olive cheeks and maze his splen-
did May I put a bunch OF red flow
ars on you?"
Freckles' eyes popped, and he Wheel
ed for bresth. He wished that the
earth would open and swallow him up. |
Was he dead or alive? Since his an
gel had set eyes on Black Jack she
had never even glanced his way. Was
she completely bewitched? Would she
throw herself at the mans feet before
them all? Couldn't she give him even
one thought7 Hadn't she seen he was
gagged and bound? Did she truly |
think that these were McLean's men?
Why, she couldn't. IL was only a few
days ago that she had been near
enough this man and angry enough |
with him 10 peel the hat from his |
head with a shot. Suddenly a thing
she had 1estingly. said to him one day
came back with Startling force. you
must take angels on trust" or course
you must. She was his angel. She
must have seen. His life and, what
was far worse. her own were in her
hands. There was nothing he could
DO but trust her. Surely she was
working out some plan.
The angel knelt beside his flower
ped and recklessly tore up by the roots
/ big bunch Of toxfire.
"These stems are SO tough and
Iticky," she said. IT can't break
hem Lend me your knife" she or