The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1913-01-25

and pity creep over her as she looked
at him.. -. -. .y'S =:
"Barnminster says the fellow ran
when he saw him atoda 81. his lordship :
was saying: But that doesn't help,
matters. He hass..been on my land
again and again. Tgmp!sins says. and
Tompkins ought tofknow:'' =. =.
"And James. tor, said the duke with
a branded roar. ~ 49,.
Cant Tompkinssand his men keep
that man off my land" demanded Lady
Bazlehurst. Everyone took note of
the pronoun. Hei,-ladyship's temples
seemed to narrow 3Mith hatred. Razet-
hurst had told the;men privately that
she was passing s!eeples s. nights in Or
der to hate that fellow Shaw. to her
full capacity.
my dear, have. given positive or
ders to 1'ompkins. 5and he&swears he'll
carry them out said he hastily. =.
81 suppose *Tompkins is;to throw him
into the river agyain."''g
He is to; shoot; that: fellow Shaw
II he doesn't keep of our land I've
his COMPOUNDED plow horse all over the
west end the other day" Penelope
smiled refectively "Trampled the new
fern beds out Of existence and all that.
Hang him, Tompkins will get him If
he persists. He has told the men to
take shot at the rascal on sight
Tompkins doesn't love him, you know"
Penelope went her way. laughing,
and forgot the danger that threatened
Randolph Shaw.
The next morning. quite early, she
was of for canter. Some magnetic
force drew her toward that obliterated
line In the roadway. Almost as she
came up to it and stopped Randolph
Shaw rode down the hillside through
the trees and drew rein directly oppo-
site, the noses Of their horses almost
touching. With a smile he gave the
military salute even as she gasped in
self conscious dismay
ION duty, Miss Drake; no trespass-
Ing" he said. There was glad ring
in his voice. "Please don't run away.
You're on the safe side.''
I'm not going to run," she said, her
cheek flushing. "How do you know
where the line is? It has been de-
stroyed by the ravages of time"
eyes. 1t has seemed a year. This
thing Of acting sentinel so religiously
is bit wearing" His great friendly.
dog came across the line, however, and
looked bravely up into the enemy's
face, wagging his TAIL Traitor! Come
back, Bonaparter' cried his master
'What a beautiful dogr' she cried,
sincere admiration in her eyes. II
love big dog. He is your best friend,
I'll wager"
"'Love me, love my dog is my mot
to-"
The conversation was not prolonged
Penelope began to end herself on rath-
or friendly : terms. with: the enemy.
, Confusion came ovsr her when she re-
membered that she was behaving in a
most unmaidenly manner. Doubtless
that was why she brought the meet
ing to close by galloping away.
The ways Of fortune are strange,
look at them from any point Of view.
Surprising as it may seem, like en-
counter happened on the following day
and-aye, on the day after and every
day for week or more. Occasions
there were when Penelope was COM
PEELED to equivocate shamefully in or
der to escape the comI'lnionship Of the
duke, the count or others Of their ill1.
Once when the guardian Of the road
was late at his post she rode far into
the enemy's country, actually thrilled
by the joy of adventure. When he ap-
peared far down the road she turned
. and fed with all the sensations Of
culprit, and he Numbered after her
with vindictiveness that deserved bet
ter results. Across the line she drew
rein and faced him def1antly, her hair
blown awry, her cheeks red, her eyes
sparkling.
mo trespass!' she cried, holding up
her gloved hand. He stopped short,
for that was one of the terms Of truce.
The next day he again was missing,
but she was not to be caught by his
stratagem. Instead Of venturing into
the trap he had prepared for her, s!t
remained on her side Of the line, smil3
ing at the thought Of him in hiding fE.
up the road. If any one had suggested
to her that she was developing too
great an interest in this stalwart gen.
tleman she would have laughed him to
scorn. 1t had not entered her mind to
question herself as to the pleasure she
found in being near him. She was
founding her actions on the basis that
he was a real man and that the little
comedy Of adventure was quite worth
WHILE
At length an impatient line appeared
on her fair brow, resentful CLEAN
In her eyes. His remissness was an
1mpertinence! It was the last time
she would come-but sudden thought
struck her like a blow. She turned
white and red by turns. Had he tired
of the sport? Had the novelty worn
off? Was he laughing at her for a
silly coQuette? The riding crop came
down sharply upon her horses flank,
and q vorv doonlv q otto tod vo,1no wo