The Palatka news and advertiser. [volume] (Palatka, Fla.) 1908-19??, 1914-07-31

ms-aTd then killed another, and was
finally tracked to death-by dogs
Thank God! my mothers dead-and
all the folks. But what will she-she
Will never know, never hear-My God!
what will she think"
Then through the trees, gladstone
and gay as the twitter of the birds,
came the sound of a woman's voice
singing. 1t startled the silence Of the
woods, and greater contrast to the
tragedy which had just been enacted
there could not be imagined.
The outlaw had raised a haggard
face.
do you know what that means? he
cried hoarsely. DO you know what
that means, man? 1t means that she
is coming-that l am going to see her
once more-before 1t is too late!"
The trilling voice was becoming
louder. Carter went from red to
white as he listened. Then suspicion
became certainty, and he broke out:
1T can't be-because-th is my
sisters voice."
Then she is your sister. 1t is the
song taught borrower at Albany
where l met her"
She visited there" murmured the
other duly My GodL" he cried as
clearer understanding of the situation
was borne home to him.
The dying mans face had under
the agony he was suffering. and damp
with the dew of death, it became an
awful sight to behold
DO you understand-dont you
see?" The words fell from his stiff
lips almost inaudibly For the love
Of God man" he broke off-"dont let
her know-keep it from her, and yet
and yet-let-me see her"
For a moment Carter stared, then
the nearing voice warned him into
action.
She shall never know" he said.
answering the eyes which looked up
into his as trustinglg as dog might;
and yet you shall see her"
A little later in answer to whistle
from Carter, there burst into the cir
Gle formed of fallen logs and under
growth and hidden by trees. the fig
ure of a girl. She was bareheaded and
flushed and the love of life burned
from her eyes. The concluding strains
OF her song trembled for an instant on
her parted lips. then died there.
Don't be alarmed, but there has
been an accident" her brother was
saying. See, dear, he was coming to
you. But he carried veapon-the
man-hunt, you know-and the weapon
fell accidently to the ground. 1t went
off,
But even before he had finished
speaking the girl had turned deaf
ear to him, and with the sublime cour-
age Of womanhood had pushed him
aside until she herself pllowed the
sufferers head Her hands were busy
the hundred and one little
attentions a woman has at her com
mand and of which man knows moth
ing; only touch, caress, here and
there perhaps, but only those of US
who have experienced know.
Carter, after receiving the lightning
look of gratitude from the dying
mans eyes, had turned away. But frag-
ments of the whispered colloquy
reached him.
Don't grieve, dear" murmured the
though grief had already
burned its imprint in her own staring
eyes. ut might be worse. Yes dear.
think, for instance, if you were dying
l death such as the poor outlaw you
we're tracking must die-think, too,
low much worse 1t would be for me.
You die respected of men. and loved
loved always"
Carter never knew how long after.
ward it was-as time is counted-that
le heard a faint gasp, then woman's
,ry. But the sound told him that all
gas over and that to one more exis-
ence there had been written "Ffnis."
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