The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04
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(Continued.1 NThe mob was 5fSyeIl by that light ill her eyes, by the crimson in her cheeks. by her beauty, freshness and grace. They would not proceed to violence while she stood there fdcing them. Her power she recognized. but she under stood it was that of physical presence When she was gonesher influence would depart. They knew Brick and Bill had sheltered her from her tenderest years; they admired her fidelity. Whatever she might say to try to move their hearts would come from a sense of gratitude and would be received in tol erant silence. The more guilty the highwayman the more comm endable her loyalty. But it would not change their purpose. As if waiting for a storm to pass they stood stolid and close mouthed, slightly bent forward, unresisting. but unmoved
 I'm q western girl,u I.alloma said at last, and ever since Brick Willock gave me a home when I had none I've lived right over wonder at the foot of the mountains. I was there when the rattaemen came, before the Indians had given up this country, and I was here when the first settlers moved in and when the soldiers drove them out. was living in the cove with Brick Tfllock when people came. up from Texas and planted miles and miles of wheat, and I used to play with the rusty blows and machinery they left scattered about after the three years drought had starved them beck to their homes. Then Old Man Walker came to Red River. sent his cowboys to drive us out Of the cove, and your sher- d AH.< al- ana myself that stood them off with our guns, our backs to the wall and. our powder dry, and we never saw Bdizzoo in our cove again. So you see q ought to be able to talk to western men in a way they can appreciate, and af there's anybody here that's not a western man-he couldn't understand our style anyhow-he better go where he's needed, for out west you need only western men-lfke Brick WiIlocl, for instance"
 At reference to the well known incl dent of AIizzoo's attempt to drive Will lock from the cove there was sudden wave of laughter, none the less hearty because MizzoosE face had flushed and his mouth had opened sheepishiy But at the recurrc'lce of Wil1ock,s name the crowd grew serious They felt the justice of her claim that out west only western men were needed; they ex- cused her for thinking Brick model type But let any one else hold him up before them as a model!
 Lahoma,s s nanrer changed 1t grew deeper and more forceful.
 Men. I want to talk to you about this case, Will you be the jury? Con slider what kind of man swore out that warrant against Brick-the lender of q band of highwaymenl And who's his chief witness? You don't know Mir Gledware. I doa You've heard he's a rich and influential citizen in the east. That's true But Pm going to tell you something to show what he is, and what Brick Willock is just one thing. that's all I'll say about the character of either. As to Red Kimban, you don't have to be told I'm not going to talk about the general features of the case as to whether Brick was ever a high wayman or not. as to whether he kill ed Reds brother to save me and my stepfather. or did 1t in cold blood; as to whether he held up5the stage or not. These things you've discussed You've formed opinions about them want to tell you. something you haven't heard Will you listen N
 At first no one spoke: Then from the ! crowd came measured impartial voice: We got lots of tfme.r
 She was not discouraged by the in. timation in the tone that all her speak ing was in vain and plunged into the midst of her narrative.
 One evening Brick came on de serted movers wagon. He'd travelled all day with nothing to eat or drink and he got into the wagon to escape the blistering sun. In there he found a dead woman. stretched on her pallet He had a great curiosity to see hel face, so he began lifting the cloth thai covered her. He saw a pearl and onyz pin at her throat. It looked like one his mother used to wear. So he drop ped the cloth and never looked at hei fnce. She had died the evening before and he knew she wouldn't have wanted any one to see her then. And he dug a grave in the sand, though she was nothing to him, and buried her-nevel seeing her face-and covered the spot with great pyramid of stones ahd prayed for her little ginI-I was he1 little girl. The Indians had carried me away. You'll say that was a little thing: that anybody would have bur jed the poor. helpless body. Maybe so But about not looking at her face E7eu, I don't know It was little thing, of course. but somehow it just seems to show that Brick WillocL wasn't little-had something great il his soul, you know. Seems to show that he couldn't have been a common murderer. It's something you'll have to feel for yourselves. Nobody cou1d explain it so you'd see if you don't un derstand already"
 The men stared at her, somewhat be wildered, saying nothing. Tn some breasts a sense of something delicate not to be defied, was stirred.
 CHAPTER XVIII.
 '1vvho killed Red kimbaII7v