The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1913-03-06

the street. The secret OF the mans
hiding place was hers alone, and now
the responsibility pressed upon her.
Suppose the man was q murderer
Perhaps he had committed q crime tn
cold blood and she was Withholding
him from the hands of the law, Per
haps, but there was unlimited scope
for conjecture, and she trembled with
apprehension for the moment when she
must face the fugitive and learn the
truth, II he would tell her.
She took new courage In the recol-
lection that his face had not been that
of criminal. There had been pain and
desperation depleted on the handsome
features, and fear and perhaps guilt,
but it was not q hard face, and there
was something In the brown eyes OF
the stranger that compelled her to i'm
pulsively offer him refuge
That was the strangest part Of the
situation, for OEula was Forbes
through and thragh and had never
before given way to impulse. For an
other half hour Orilla cross examined
herself before the door Of the summer
house while she made believe to tie
up the rose branches. all the time wait.
ing for the door to burst open and
bring her face to face with the situar
ton which she was dreading to meet
She was trying to convince herself that
It would be better II she went away
and left the man to escape as bis tnge
nuity might suggest, but somehow she
knew that her presence there near the
summer house lent him protection
Then two women met on the path on
the other side of the tall hedge, and
she strained her ears to catch news Of
the chase.
Ibid they get himY' asked one.
mo. They think be cut OF through
upper Maple street toward Linville
They've gone over there In an automo-
bile. If they don't find him there they
will get the bloodhounds from Hooker
ton, and then they can't miss him."
sThey said he robbed the Hookerton
bank. Is that soT'
II guess It is-leastways Joel says be
was employed In the bank and specu-
lated with some OF the funds and lost
They found 1t out and were taking
him to the county seat when be escap-
ed from the automobile down street
here, and the last they saw Of him he
went through the hedge into Forbes
garden. Orilly told the sheriff she
hadn't seen him."
The speakers passed on, and Orilla
was left beside the summer house, now
quite confident that she had been
guilty of compromising felony" Her
horror was mingled with pity for the
fugitive.
At last she heard movement with
In the summer house, and. although
her heart was beating madly. she set
the door ajar and proceeded with her
task.
Madam" said low voice from the
summer house, Il am more than CRATE
ful for what you have done. but ] am
afraid my presence here win only
make trouble for you Il what tha wo-
man on the sidewalk said IL true, that
they are to put bloodhounds on my
trail, may as well give myself up
now rather than to be tracked here and
bring you into trouble"
"Will you tell me about Il pleaser'
said Orilla softly. .Then ] can decide
what better be done"
Its just as the woman said" re
turned the man dejectedly. "My name
is Hoyt. Calvin Hoyt. and rye been re
ceiving teller In the Hookerton bank
for three years. I won't try to excuse
myself beyond saying that rye always
been straight as a string until that mo
ment when I was tempted to speculate
with little Of the banks funds. OF
course I was successful at drst-that
was the DEVILS craft to. tempt me
further-and 50 went IN deeper and
lost; tried again 50 as to retrieve. lost.
lost, lost! Yesterday ! went to the
president and confessed and asked for
a chance to work and pay Il back. He
wouldn't give me the opportunity. 90 !
was arrested. and this afternoon they
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an automobile when saw chance to
get away and took advantage q s.
was going back 10 give myself up. but
first wanted 30 see my mother, 70 e.
plain to her before any o0s else had
chance to break Il roughly. but n0v
my chance Is gomez His voice broke
suddenly.
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Orina's eyes were fun Of tears as she
listened 'aTen me where your mother
lives. Is It near hereT
"At Roselea. It's mere hamlet I'VE
miles beyond Hookefton. was going
to double back there they wouldn't
think OF my going In that direction
they believe I am beading Tor the
North and East railroad Junction. Il
IL too late now. The hounds win track
me. l may as well give up now" He
pushed against the door as II to come
out, but Orilla pressed Il back again
'Please. please wait little while.
Perhaps can help you to go your
mother. Let me think. Orilla sank
down on the rustic bench beside the