Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-01-07

House station. He was q fighter
He was man of the stamp needed
down at Headquarters, and he was
bound to tell him 30 before this
affair was over. He was thinking
OF 1t when they came to the second
ridge.
Five miles to the north and west
leomed the black line Of the Bad
Lands. To tenderfoot they would
not have appeared to be more than
a mile distant. Midway in the prairie
between there toiled human figure.
Even at that distance Philip and
Billinger could see that was mov
ing, though with slowness that
puzzled them.
For several minutes they stood
breathing their horses, their eyes
glued on the subject ahead OF them
Twice In a space of hundred yards
it seemed to stumble and fall The
second time that it rose Philip knew
that it was standing motionless. Then
1t disappeared again. He stared un-
til the rolling heat waves of the
blistered prairie stung his eyes. The
object did not rise.
Blinking, he looked at Billinger,
and through the sweat and CRIME of
the others face he saw the question
that was on his own lips. Without
word they spurred down the slope,
and after time Billinger swept to
the right and Philip to the left, each
with his eyes searching the low
prairie grass. The agent saw the
thing first, still a hundred yards to
his right. He was off his horse
when Philip whirled at his shout
and galloped across to him.
ITS her-the girl found in the
wreck" he said.
Something seemed to be choking
him. His neck muscles twitched
and his long, lean fingers we're dig
ging into his own flesh.
In an instant Philip was on his
feet. He saw nothing Of the girls
face, hidden unden mass of haip
In which the sun burned like golden
fire. He saw nothing but the crum-
pied: lifeless form, smothered under
the shining mass, and yet in this
moment he knew. With a fierce cry
he dropped upon his knees and drew
away the girls hair until her lovely
face lay revealed to him in terrible
pallor and stiffness, and as Billinger
stood there, tense and staring, he
caught that face close to his breast,
and began talking to it as though he
had gone mad.
"Isobel-Isobel-Is he moan
ed "My God, my Isobel-"
He had repeated the name a hun
dred times, when Billinger, who be-
gan to understand, put his hand on
Philips shoulder and gave him his
water canteen.
She's not dead, man." he said,
as Philips red eyes glared up at
him. "Here-water"
my God-it's strange" almost
moaned Philip. "Billinger--you un-
derstand-she's going to be my wife
if she lives"
That was all OF the story he told,
but Billinger knew what those few
words meant
"She's going to live" he said. "See
there's color coming back into
her face-she's breathing" He
bathed her face in water, and placed
the canteen to her lips.
A moment later Philip bent down
and kissed her. 'Isobel-my sweet
heart" he whispered.
1--WE must hurry with her to the
water hole" said Billinger, laying
sympathetic hand on Philips shoul-
der. 'It's the sun. Thank God, no.
thing has happened to her, Steele
It's the sun-this terrible heat"
He almost pulled Philip to his
feet, and when he had mounted Bill
linger lifted the girl very gently and
gave her to him.
Then, with the agent leading ir
the trail of the outlaws, they set of
at walk through the sickening sun
glare for the water hole In the edg.
of the Bad Lands.