The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1913-01-17

hearts he had dared to hope. The te-
nacity and consistency Of his pose were
alike remarkable. Even in the over
Weening cause of egOiSm he had never
shown so much character in his life.
Yet he shuddered to realize that, given
the usual time for reflection before his
great moment, that moment might have
proved as mean as many another when
the spirit had been wine and the flesh
water There was, in fine, but one
feature of the affair which even o.
wald Melvin, drunk with notoriety and
secretly sanguine Of a nominal punish
ment. could not contemplate with alb
solute satisfaction. But that feature
followed the Others into the papers
which kept him Intoxicated. And a
indie of these papers found their ad-
Venturous way to the latest fastness
or St1ngaree in the malice.
The real villain dropped his eve
glass. clapped it in again and did his
best to crack it with his stare. Stu
lent of character as he was. he could
not nave conceived such a development
IN SUCH a character. He read on.
more enlightened than amused. ITO
thlnk he had the pluck" he murmured
as he. dropped that Australasian and
took up the next weeks. He was fill
ed with admiration. but soon a frown
ana then an oath came to put an end
10 IL. The little beast" he cried.
IL II Kill that woman! He can't have
kept 1t up He sorted the papers for
II latest of ala sinful publican
saved them. for him-and therein read
that Oswald Melvin had been commit
te0 Tor trial and that hts only concern
was for the condition Of his mother.
"n1ch was still unchanged and had
seemed latterly to distress the prisoner
very much.
iii distress him. roared S%tincaree
TO the malice. "Ill distress him if we
change places for it,"
riding all night and as much as no
dared by day. it was some hundred
hours before he paid his third and last
'lslt TO the Melvins' music shop. He
boldly to the door. but he rode q
plebald mare not to be confused in
St'EAN1ouS Alllu Wllu Cno no
more CONSPICUOUS Barmaid. 1t is true
the brown parts smelled of paint and
were at once strange and seemingly a
llttle tender to the touch. But Stingaree
allowed no meddling with his mount.
ana only a very sinful publican very
many leagues back was in the secret.
There We're no lighted windows be-
h1nI tho chnr %ort~L@ IL
was in darkness. and Stingaree knock
IN vain. \ neighbor appeared upon
the next veranda.
"Who is it you want:" he asked.
Mrs. Melvin"
Its no use knocking for her"
SIS she dead?"
Not that l know of, but she can't
be long for this world"
where is she now?"
bishops lodge. They say Miss
with her day and night"
For it was in the days of the bishops
laughter, who had a strong mind, but
40 Of humor, and a heart only
1ckle in its W affairs. Miss Methuen
an admirable if q somewhat too
assiduous and d%ictatorial nurse. She
lad, however, a fund Of real sympathy
With the afflicted. and Mrs. Melvin'S
)nly serious complaint (Which she in
ended to die without uttering) was
hat she was left alone with her
srief by day or night. It was Miss
who, sitting with rather os-
cntatious patience in the dark at the
'pen window until her patient should
ALI or pretend to be asleep, saw a mar
'ide a piebald horse in at the gate and
hen. halfway up the drive, suspicious
Y dismount and lead his horse into a
empting shrubbery.
Stingaree did not often change his
mind at the last moment, but he knew
he man on whose generosity he was
to throw himself, which was to
NOW further that that generosity
would be curbed by judgment and to
effect that he was least likely to be
of a horse whose whereabouts
vas known only to himself. There
vas but n lighted room when he
eventually stole upon the house. 1t
lad a veranda to itself, and in the
fright frame of the French windows,
which stood open, sat the bishop with
lis Bible or his knees.
Yes, l know you," said he, putting
lis marker in the place as Stingaree
ntered, boots in one hand and some
hing else in the other. Il thought we
hOuld meet again. Do you mind put
ing that thing back in your pocket"
"Will you promise not to call a soul?"
ooh, dear, yes"