The Holbrook news., 1914-08-07

l was coming her-and she didn't know when. I-had them fooled all right. I hear they called me the Unknown-to be identified by the scar"
 Carter nodded.
 "Pm-glad the old name shan't be dragged in the dust-no one shall ever know" went on the sufferer. And I'll go down through history as the un, known outlaw-who came to your quiet village-killed a man-I wish they could know how he deserved kill ing-and 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 Godi what will she think"
 Then through the trees, gladsome and gay as the twitter of the birds, came the sound of a woman's voice singing. It startled the silence of the woods, and a 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? It means that she is coming-that I am going to see her once more-before it is too lateI"
 The trilling voice was becoming louder. Carter went from red to white as he listened. Then suspicion became certainty. and he broke out:
 Tt can't be-because-tha is my sisters voicel"
 Then she is your sister. It is the song I taught her-over at Albany where I met her"
 She visited there" murmured the other duly. My God!" he cried as clearer understanding of the situation was borne home to him.
 The dying mans face had under gone change. Already lined from the agony he was suffering. and damp with the dew of death, it became an awful sight to behold.
 Do you understand-don't you seer" The words fell from his stiff lips almost inaudibly. For the love of God, man." he broke off-"don't 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 trustingly as a dog might; and yet you shall see her"
 A little later, in answer to a whistle from Carter. there burst into the cir cle formed of fallen logs and under growth, and hidden by trees. the fig ure of 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 a weapon-the man-hunt. you know-and the weapon fell accidently to the ground. It went -of."
 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 pillowed the sufferers head. Her hands were busy the hundred and one little attentions a woman has at her com mand and of which a man knows noth ing; only a touch, a 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 him.
 Don't grieve. dear" murmured the woman, though grief had already burned its imprint in her own staring eyes. Tt might be worse. Yes. dear. think. for instance, if you were dying a death such as the poor outlaw you were tracking must die-think. too. how much worse it would be for me. Ycu die respected of men. and loved loved always"
 Carter never knew how long after ward 1t was-as time is counted-that he heard a faint gasp, then a woman's cry. But the sound told him that all | was over and that to one more exis- tence there had been written "Finis-"
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