The Glasgow courier. [volume] (Glasgow, Mont.) 1913-current, 1915-11-26
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81 don't do my hiding in daylight. but
when it's good and dark I'm going to
put out. I would tell you the hiding
place, for I trusts you both-but If Won
knowed where it was and If officers of
the law come to you for information
you'd be in a box; l know you wouldn't
give me up, but neither would you
swear to a lie. Not knowing where l
hides, your cOnsciences are as free as
mine that hasn't never been bridled."
Wilfred asked, But when Lahoma
writes, how will you get her letter."
"You or Bill will go for the mail. If a
letter comes you'll take it to that crew
ice into which Miss Sellimer was drug
by that big Injun,. and you'll wait in
there till l comes, not opening that let
ter till l am with you. Well read It to-
gether, down in the hollow where pore
Miss Sellimer's life was saved by La
homa; then you two will go back to the
cove and leave me to sneak away to
my hiding place."
When the next letter came from
Lahoma Wilfred Compton and Bill At
kins hurried to the crevice in the noun
tain top according to agreement. 1t
was a cloudless afternoon, but at the
farther end of the retreat the light of
the lantern was necessary for its Pc
rusal. Brick Wilcox, who was there
before them, read the letter in silence
before handing it to the young nan to
read aloud.
Wilfred took the letter, tingling with
excitement. The strained watching and
waiting for the sudden appearance of
an unknown Red Kimball had made
his bed in the cabin as sleepless as had
been Bills pallet in the dugout. They
sQuatted about the lantern that rested
on the stone floor. Wilcox always
with eyes directed toward the narrow
slit in the ceiling that they might not
be taken by surprise.
Dear Brick-By this time you nave hid
den where nobody can find you. for
you've got my telegram and you know
l wouldn't have sent it if 1t hadn't been
necessary You believe in me and, as you
would say-how Id love to hear you!-
you act according Well, and l believe
in you, Brick. and YOU needn't imagine
as long as YOU live that anybody could
make me think you anything but what |
know you to be-the kindest. most tender
hearted, most thoughtful mar that ever
lived. Get that fixed in your mind SO
Wien | tell what they say about you you
won't care, knowing I'm with YOU and
will believe in you till death. Maybe l
ought to begin with Mr.. Gledware, SO
you'll know more about him when l be-
gin on the main news.
The first time l met Mr.. Gledware he
acted in a curious way. OF course l was
introduced as Miss Wilcox" and he
started at the name and at sight of me-
two separate little movements just as
plain as anything. Then he said he had
heard the name "Willock'' in unusual sur
roundings and that my face reminded him
Of somebody who was dead. That was all
there was to it then. But afterward he
heard Annabel call me 'Lahoma." and
his face turned perfectly white.
The first chance he had after that he
sat doWn to talk to me in a corner where
we wouldn't be overheard. and he asked
me questions. So, of course, | told about
father and mother taking me across the
prairie to the Oklahoma country.
Then he asked if l thought I had ever
seen him, for he thought lie could re-
member having seen me somewhere. And
4 eau 4 ""S' 'uASb ! iAA" AHNN = iAAbtS
people. and there was something familiar
about him. Then he said he guessed we
hadn't ever met unless accidentally on
/ the trail somewhere, as he had once been
down in TeXas-and that was all.
1 don't like Mr.. Gledware's eye because
it always looks away from you. He would
be considered a handsome man by any
body not particular about eyes. After
ward ! heard about his trip to Texas. An
mabel and her mother We're talking about
Mr.. Gledware's past. 1t seems that once
Mr.. Gledware and his first wife q say
his first because l look upon Annabel as
certain to be the second joined the Ok
lahoma boomers and they were attacked
by Indians, just as my father and mother
were. and they had with them his wife's
little girl. for he had married a widow.
just as my father had (my stepfather)
and there was a terrible battle. And Mr..
Gledware. oh. he was so brave! He killed
ten Indians after the rest Of his party,
including his wife and daughter, had been
slam, and he broke through the attacking
party and escaped on a horse-the only
one that got away.
He doesn't look that brave. Later, /
asked him If it could be possible that he
was with the wagon train We We're in,
but he said there wasn't any Mr.. or Mrs.
Wilcox in his party and no little girl
named Lahoma Wilcox. But mes been
through what my father went through,
and it made me feel kinder to him some
how.
Now. I've come to the day when l sent
YOU the telegram and why | sent it. so be
prepared! There was TO be a big picnic
today near q tow called Independence
and, as 1t happened, 1 didn't feel like 60
ing. so begged ofr-let me tell you why:
l began a novel last night, full Of bright
conversation the pages all broken up In
little scraps Of print that hurry you along
40 II building steps for you to run down.
It was ever and ever moro interesting
h real people can be. So ! stayed Ia
finish that book.
Now. there Is a nook IN Mr.. Gledware's
library. a sort Of alcove where you have
q window all to yourself. but are shut
on from the rest OF the room, and that Is
where l wa when two men came In soft.
ly and closed and locked the door behind
them. I couldn' see them. but Just as
was starting up to ind out what 1t mean,