The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1913-07-10

full for services rendered MT II mus,
end there The Aatss would see tina,
It did. would resent aAtteriy any pre-
sumption No. there vas nsthing else
possible. II they nst-as nset they
must In tAst contFsetsa post-lt would
- most formal. . mere exchange OF
rsminiseenee. gratitude exprsssed BY
. smile and pleasant uoeA. He could
expect 10 more: might estssa himself
fortunate. indeed. to resolve even that
recognition. Meanwhils be would en-.
deavor to strike L. Hsvrss trail
There we're other tntseosGs in the
world to consider bssSAas Molly Nc.
Donald. and his memory dsifted away
to homo be haA not visited 1. years.
But thought would ~ Concentrate
there. and eAars aress baeoes him, as
he lay there. ths ines q Lieutenant
Gaskins. wearing tie sa1s expression
OF insolent superiority - when they
had parted ost yonAse on ths Santa
Fe trail.
The covasdly tttls fool" he NUT
tered bitterly u91sr his breath, grip
ping the WINDOW fraas. 1T will re-
quirs more tia. his noasy 70 bring
her happiness. and IN never stand for
that Lord! SHE'S too asasible ever
to love him. Good 0oA-vhat's that"
II leaped out OF the HACK night
three flashes. followed instantly by
the sharp reports. Then Q fourth
this time unmistakably . musket-
barked from behind oliosrs' row. In
the aare. Hamlin thought he saw two
black shadows running. A voice yelled
exeitsdly: "Post Sig! Post six!"
With . single leap the Sergeant was
across tho sill. and dropped silently to
the ground. Still blinded BY the light
he ran forward. Jerking his revolver
from the belt A be passed the cor
ner Of the barracks the sentry fred
again, the red fash clsaving the night
In an instant's ghastly vtvidness. 1t
revealed . woman shrinking against
the yellow stone wall. lighted up her
face. then plunged her again into OBJ
scurity.
The Sergeant caught the glimpse,
half believing the vision q phantasy
Of the brain; he had seen her face,
white. frightened. agonised. yet 1t
could not have been real. He tripped
over the stone wall and half fell, but
ran on. his mind in . turmoil, but Ger.
tain some one was racing before him
down the dark ravine. There had been
q woman there! He could not quite
blot that out-but not she; not Molly
lift 1t we're she; II he
had really seen her face In the fare.
Il 1t was no dream. then what? Why,
he must screen her from discovery,
give her opportunity to slip away.
This was the one vague. dim thought
which took possession of the man 1t
obscured all else; 1t sent him blindly
crashing over the edge Of the ravine.
He heard the sentry at his right cry
noarsely. he heard excited shouts from
he open windows of the barracks;
then his feet struck a mans body, and
he went down headlong.
Almost at the instant the sentry was
APoA a 6AhAAoAAlO Rl C6oiu8 ulm
back as he attempted to rise.
BE still. ye hell hound" was the
gruff order, ''or I'll blow yer to king
dom come! Sergeant of the guard.
quick here! Post Number Ski"
Hamlin lay still. half stunned by the
shock of his fall, yet conscious that
the delay, this mistake of the sentry,
would afford her ample chance for es-
cape. He could hear men running to-
ward them, and his eyes caught the
yellow, bo5bing light of lantern. His
hand reached out and touched the
body over which he had fallen, feeling
a military button. and the clasp Of
belt-it was soldier then who had
been shot. Could she have done It?
Or did she know who did? Whatever
the truth might be, he would hold his