Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1912-06-27

tc poor uttle lamb; it's the bid
ye want, an dhrap o. whiskey, Jack
Keith. why didn't ye till me she was
done up wild the hard ride? Here
honey, sit down In the rocker till OF
get We a wee drink. TN bring the
roses back to the cheeks av We" She
was gope, busting down the dark
stairs, and the two were alone In the
room. the girl looking up into his face
her head resting against the cushion.
ed back OF the chair. He thought he
saw glimmer OF tears in the DEPTHS
OF her lash-shadsd eyes, and her
round white throat seemed to choke.
You will be perfectly secure here
he said, soothingly. and can remain
as long as you please. Mrs. Murphy
will guard you as though you were her
own daughter. She is a bit rough,
maybe. but big-hearted woman. and
despises Hawley. She nursed me
once through touch OF typhoid-yes,
by Jove," glancing about in sudden
recognition, and in this very room,
too"
The girls glance wandered over the
plain, neat furnishings, and the rather
pathetic attempts at decoration. vet
with apparently no thought for them.
"Tou--you have not told me where
you were going"
He laughed. a little uneasily. as
though he preferred to make light Of
the whole matter.
Really, I have hardly decided. the
world is so wide, and l had no reason
to suppose you interested"
But l am interested" resenting his
tone of assumed Indifference. ct
would not want to feel that our &C.
quaintance was to wholly end now"
DO you really mean that7"
why should l not? You have been
4 real friend to me: l shall remember
you always with a gratitude beyond
words. I want you TO know this. and
that-that l shall ever wish to retain
that friendship"
Keith struggled with himself. doubt
tul Of what he had best say. swayed
by unfamiliar emotions.
You may be sure l shall never for
get" he blurted forth, desperately,
and, II you really wish it. I'll certain.
~ see you again."
L do" earnestly.
Then, I'll surely find way. l don't
know now which direction we will
ride, but I'm not going very far until
clear up that murder out yonder on
the trail; that is my particular Job
just now"
before she could answer. Mrs. Muir
phy re-entered and forced her to drink
the concoction prepared. the girl &C.
eepting with smiling protest. The land
iAdy' empty glass in hand, swept her
eyes about the room.
"Bedad, but the place looks bettheY
IMAM liver ord behaved, wild the gyurl
Ofve got tindin' to 1t. She's that
lazy she goes ter shape swapin' the
hure, Jack. would We moind hilpin'
me move the bid; shure, it's rale ma
hogany, an so heavy it breaks me
back intoirely to push It round"
He took hold willingly enough. and
lhe TWO together ran the heavy con-
trlVance across the room to the posi.
ton selected. Once a leg caught in
the rag carpet, and Keith lifted it out.
oending low to get firmer grip. Then
ne held out his hand to the girl.
1t Is not going to be goodbye then.
Miss Hope; III find you"
She smiled up into his eyes. much
OF the WEAKNESS gone from her face,
am going to believe that" she an.
swered' gladly, because I want to-"
Mrs Murphy fingered until his steps
sounded on the stairs, as he slowly
Ier his way down through the dark.
ness,
he do be a moighty foine bye, Jack
Keith" she said. apparently address.
ing the side wall. "Oi wish Ord g
knowed him whin OF was a gyurl;
shure, it's not Murphy me noime'd be
now, Dim t'inkin'."
Left alone. the girl bowed her head
on her hands, a hot tear stealing down
through her fingers AS she glanced
up again, something that glittered on
the moor beside the bed caught heI
eyes. She stopped and picked It up
holding the trinket to the light, star
Ing at 1t as though fascinated. 1t was
the locket Keith had taken from the
neck OF the dead man at Cimmaror
crossing. Her nerveless fingers press
ed the spring, and the painted face
within looked up into her own. and
still clasping 1t within her hand she
sank upon her knees. burying her face
on the bed.
Where did he get that?" her lips
Kept repeating. Where did he eyeI