The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-14


 packed little bundle: once more he. found it rich in greenbacks. Assuredly it was the greatly desired thing he had fought for the night before. He had it again And this time, he told himself, he would not lose sight Of it suntn he had placed it in the hands Of the girl of the station.
 The dark shadow of the man he had just robbed was lowering at his win dows- Magee turned hastily to the door. As he did so it opened and Hay den entered. He carried pistol in his hand; his face was hard, cruel, de termined; his usually expressionless eyes lighted with pleasure as they fell on the package in MT. Magee's pos session.
 seIt seems Pm just in time" he said, ..to prevent highway 1obbery.v
 You think so ?'' asked .Magee..
 t'See here, young man." remarked Hayden, glancing nervousIy over his shoulder, sI can't waste any time in talk. Does that money belong to you? No. Well, it does belong to me- I'm going to have it. Don't think I'm afraid to shoot to get it. The law permits 8 man to fire on the thief who tries to fleece him
 y Billy Magee. q wouldn't drag the law Into this if were you, MT. Hay den I'm sure it has no connection with events on Baldpate mountainl You would be the last to want it's at tentfon to be directed here I've got l this money and pm going to keep it-'' Hayden considered a brief moment and then swore Under his breath
 You're right" he said tI'm not going to shoot. But there are other ways, you whippersnapper''- He dropped the revolver into his pocket and sprang forward For the second time within ten minutes MT Magee steadied himself for conflict.
 But Hayden stopped. Some one had entered the room through the window behind Magee In the dim light of the candle Magee saw Hayden's face go 5white. his lips twitch, his eyes glaze with horrible surprise His arms fell Imply to his sides.
 "Good God, Kendrickr' he cried.
 The voice of the man with whom Billy MAgee had but a moment before struggled on the balcony answered;
 '4Yes, Hayden. I'm back.'
 Hayden wet his lips with his tongue What-what brought you?'' he ask ed, his voice trailing off weakly on the | last word
 What brought me?'s Suddenly, as 1 from a volcano that had long been cold. fire blazed up in Hendricks eyes. | If man knew the road from hell back home what would it need to l bring him back?''
 Hayden stood with his mouth partly open. Almost grotesque picture of terror he looked in that dim light Then he spoke in an odd, strained 1 tone, more to himself than to any one 1 else;
 T thought you were dead. he said
 T told myself you'd never come back Over ana over-zn the night-I told myself that But all the time knew -I knew you'd come''
 A cry-a woman's cry-sounded from just outside the door of No. r Into the room came Myra Thornhill I Quickly she crossed and took Ken drick's hands in hers.
 I sQayid" she sobbed ssOh, David is it dream-a wonderful dream ?''
 Kendrick looked into her eyes, sheep ishly at first, then gladly as he saw | what was in them. For the light there under the tears was such as nc
 man could mistake. Magee saw it Hayden saw it. too, and his voice was even more Hfeless when he spoke. Forgive me, David. he said .sl