The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-02-26

wound. said: "Belknap. let go one of his hands. Just put your hand on this knife blade and feel that artery thrOb. Isn't it curiOus?"
 heard some muttered answer. but the grasp at my wrists did not relax.
 "Oh. it's all right now.' calmly went on Orme. again stOoping- l thought you might be interested"
 l felt again a shiver run through the limbs of the girl. l felt Orme's fingers spreading widely the sides of the wound along the neck and the boring Of the big headed bullet moIds as they went down after a grip. their impact softened by the finger extended along the blade knife. The throbbing artery. whose location this man knew so we'll, was protected. Gently feeling down, the tips of the mold got their grip at last. and an instant later I felt release from a certain stid pressure which had experienced in my neck. Relief came. then q dizziness and much pain. A hand patted me twice on the back of the neck.
 "All right. my man." said Orme. "An over and jolly well done. too. if do say 1t myself"
  helped me to sit up. I saw Orme hold ing out the stained arrow head, long and thin. in his fingers.
 "Would you like 'tY' he said.
 "Yes." sai0 |. &rtnning. And I con- fess have 1t now somewhere about my house.
 A vast dizziness and a throbbing of the head remained after they were Tfn Id, ~NR this left me when finally 1 sat lean ing back against the wagon body and looked about me. There were straight. motiOnless figures lying under the blankets in the shade. and under other blankets were men who writhed and moaned.
 Again Ellen Meriwether came and sat by me. Her costume might have been taken from a collectors chest rather than woman's wardrobe. All at once we seemed. all of us. to be blending with these surroundings. be- coming savage as these other savages. It might almost have been a savage woman who came to me Her skirt was short. made of white tanned ante lope leather Above it fell the ragged edges of native tunic or shirt of yell 4ON DuNhs WILL Slk lCGlup embroidered in stained quills. Her hair. now becoming yellower and more sunburned at the ends. was piled un- der her felt hat, and the modishness of long cylindrical curls was quite for got The brown of her cheeks, al- ready strongly sunburned. showed in strange contrast to the snowy white of her neck. now exposed by the low neck aperture of the Indian tunic.
 You stand all this nobIy," 1 com mented presently.
 "Ah, you men-I love you. you men!' She said it suddenly and with perfect sincerity. "I love you all-you are so strong. so full of the desire to live. to win. It Is wonderful. wonderful! Just look at those poor boys there-some ot them are dying, almost, but they don't whimper. It Is wonderful"
 'It is the plains" said. ''The! have simply learned how little a thinR is Iife.''
 "Yet it is sweet" she said.
 You were four different women" l unused. and now you are another quite another"
 At this she drowned a bit and rose You are not to talk" she said, ''Doi think that you are well. 1 must SC, the others"
 l lay back against the wagon bed wondering in which garb she had beer most beautiful-the filmy ball dress and the mocking mask. the gray gown and veil of the day after. the thin drapery of her nasty flight in the night. her half conventional costume of the