The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1913-06-06
WAS TRUE TO HIM
Conyict's Mountain Sweetheart
CIung to Him Through All
His Troubles.
~ GEORGE A. RAFFlN.

one hand to peer out down the noun
tain side. He was ragged giant Of
man, clean-limbed, yet with q
strange pallor upon his face. Upon
each wrist, too. were half healed
scars. These had been caused by
the heroic efforts which he had used
TO free himself from his manacles.
But he was free at last. He had es-
capped from the state penitentiary
three weeks before and his pursuers
had never been able to discover his
secret hiding place upon Bear noun
tain.
He had heard them seeking for him
eternally: on the very day after his
escape he had come upon one of the
guards doing under a FIR tree. He
had taken his rifle and then. awaken
ing him, scornfuly ordered him to de-
part The man had obeyed fearfully.
and the rife and a box of matches had
enabled the fugitive to live. But
every time he brought down rabbit
or partridge the sound of the shot,
echoing through the valleys, at once
informed his pursuers Of his where
abouts.
He looked round cautiously No one
was In sight. High up on the opposite
hill he saw the outlines of a tiny
cabin. It was his sweetheart's home
Mollie Starks. It was to avenge
an insult to her that he had shot and
crippled Seth Baldwin. That was
two years before, and he had been
sent up for ten. Mollie had sworn to
be true to him
But since his fight he had not dared
60 near her home. 1t was too des-
Derate a chance to take. But visit
on his part to the wild glen in which
they had plighted their troth had re-
suited in the finding Of package of
food placed there by Mollie. In it was
I a little note.
"Dere Ben" 1t ran Il hid this and
brout it here thinking you would come
here. Come to the cabbin op Monday
mite at nine. Lovingly, Mollie."
The full moon gave almost as much
Light as the sun, The fugitive crawled
down the slope and approached the
opposite height, worming his way up
through the ferns and close-clinging
vines. At last he emerged upon a lit
tie rocky eminence hundred yards
distant from the cabin. From Mol
lies window rag fiuttered. The fugi-
tive understood that sign. She was
alone. Grasping his rife he went for
2 ward boldly.
He was within ten yards when the
door opened. His heart leaped. Mol
lie stood III the doorway, her arms out
stretched, to welcome him. Behind
her was the pickering candle. But as
he dsew near. suddenly a sight froze
his blood. The shadow OF a man had
passed the candle; another, and an
other. He halted in his tracks. Be-
hind Mollie he saw rife barrel.
With an OATH he flung back into
the brushwood. He would have fired.
but. treacherous though she was. he
could not bring himself to kill her.
He heard yells behind him, Mollie's
screams, the shouts Of his pursuers.
II they had fred before he won the
woods they might have brought him
down as he had brought down that
rabbit the afternoon before. But, odd
ly enough, they forebore, and with a
shout OF defiance he gained the forest
path and was speeding like q stag to-
ward Bear mountain.
An hour later he dropped exhausted
upon the ground inside his cave. It
was bears hole, cunningly hidden
on the mountain side. Among that
waste of burned-over pine stumps
none could hit upon it save by acct
dent, and that : IN did not anticipate.
1t was not fear that made him pant
like marathon runner, but wrath and
\ self-contempt.
Mollie was a traitress! lie Lad been
fooled by a chit of girl. for whose
sake he had suffered two years III
the pentitentiary. Anger overcame all
other feelings. He. would show herl
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