The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-09-17

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 ing her on her way. The touch of a timid finger upon her arm brought her from her reveries.
 'sThe horses wait, my lady,
 Came swift flashing of lights from the house they had left behind, a sour ry of feet, the sound of voices, loud shrin, insistent. The Mexican seized her arm fiercely and half dragged her from off the court to a clump of bush es, where two horses stood saddIed and bridled. In a second she was in the saddle, the man beside her.
 The chatter of hoofs rang out upon the silence Looking back, she caught gIimpses of dark figures sflhouetted against the tropical vegetation fn the patio. A squirt of fire leaped out at them like a living thing. The Mexf can muttered q gutturai oath and urg- ed his horse to more speed Lucille bent over her horses head, bent low for the whine of bullets was in the ain about them
 Suddenly the Mexican grunted loud 1y. His hands shot high in the airs then the horse fairly ran from under him. Upon the ground he swayed second; then leaped against the sha1 dow of giant fingered cactus plant. Lucille sprang from her saddle and sought his side.
 Red, warm blood Eushed, from the wound in his chest. His eyes were glazing when she stopped and brush ed her lips across his forehead. 5 Co., he muttered "GoI9 Then his voice took on the resonant tone A r1,S-4- 1,.7 9a the ripple of the wishing well, my lady. Go! Ride-te the one-yeur- heart--desires
 He stitfened suddenly ana spuri of tears came from her eyes. Louder grew the shouts, the voices. The sil was alive with long, darting flames Loubeque's hive was swarming.
 She leaped into the saddle once mort and dug her heels into the horse't sides Through the night she r6dd with the ripple of the wishing well ip her ears.
 Behind her, Lucille could hear ths pursuit Not second could she sparG for thought of regret.
 Times. above the ringing of her horses hoofs, she would hear thd shouts of those behind her. Now and then message Of lead would whihs it's dreadful tale into her ears. but all these were growing fainter. less dis tinct with every leap of the animal sine bestrode.
 Hours, it seemed, she rode, with nev; CT the slightest slackening of the mad pace to which, she originally set hel mount He was Iathered with foam but she had no pity on him. Her brai1 was fercely chaotic, wild with ths bloody memories of the night.
 From now on she had every atvan tage She was free and she knew where the stolen papers and doeumentl were secreted in the mysterious housl of fnexp1icable disappearing rooms and stairs. She had the diary of Hug Loubeque in her. possession, and shl had the ruby necklace which wa equivalent to vast wealth. Sue hal the outward seeming of guilelessness was girlish and delightfully."- effenninate but she knew the power of the claw she had, and her eyes rested fondly ol the revolver which she found in a hoi ster attached. to the Mexican's saddIe even as she urged her horse to gEeata speed.
 Across llIe traek1ess plain she rod with only the moon and stars lookin down upon her, wild, eerie dgun of bareheaded girl. Behind the pun suit had died away and before then was nothing save slender ribbon water that the moon buried it's face oontentedly.
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