Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-10-27

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Milt was there at college and would
be returning about the same time, so
the mountain gin secretly wrote him
OF her coming. And even facing SO
grave a crisis. Anse Havey thought OF
that tree and hoped that Luke would
mot come back before Christmas.
That night. while he was sitting
with Juanita and the f1re was flashing
on her cheeks. he said 'moodily: I'm
afraid ye'll have to start despisin' me
all over again"
She looked up in ACCOMPLISHMENT.
"Why?" she asked
I've got to kill q man."
She rose from her chair. her face
pallid.
Kill mann" she echoed.
"God knows / hate to do It," He
rose, too, and stood before the hearth
but reckon il mad bette. &c nc than
Jeb."
do you mean" she broke of and
finished brokenly. "that Fletchs MUIR
derer is back?"
He's comm. He's comm to kill
somebody else Most likely me. It's a
question OF settlin' scores with muir.
derer that kilt Fetch for ticket
West and hundred dollars-or lettin
young Jeb McNash 60 crazy an start
in the feud all over again. reckon
We sees that amt no choice"
She came nearer and stood confront
Ing him SO close that he felt her breath
on his face She broke out in a low
tense voice: Suppose he kills your"
He'll have his chance" said Anse
Havey shortly.1yI amt 1owin' to shoot
him down from ambush.
The girl leaned forward and clutched
his hands in both her own. Under the
tight pressure Of her fingers he felt
every nerve in his body Jingle and leap
into hot ecstasy of emotion. while
his face became white and drawn.
Don't risk your life," she pleaded
"Your people can't spare you; can't
spare you. Not now. Anse; need you
too much"
The mans voice came in a hoarse
whisper.
Eye needs me?"
Eyes, yes" she swept on. and for an
instant. he was on the verge of with
drawing his hands and crushing her to
him, but something in his face had
warned her She dropped the hands
she had been holding and said in an
altered tone: TITS not Just me: it's
bigger than that. It's my work. We've
come to be such good friends that I
couldn't go on without you. My work
would fail"
For a while he was silent. then he
said very slowly and very bitterly:
ooh, it's Just your work that needs
met"
But, Anse," she argued my work
Is all that's biggest and best in me.
You understand, don't you?"
For a moment his voice got away
from him and he rose fiercely:
II don't give damn for your work."
he blazed out. tits you I'm interested
in. That's the sort of friend l am"
She looked up at his cleaning eyes.
a little amazed, and he went on, quiet.
ly enough now:
III fails to hang Luke Thixton I'll
be right now what We prophesied for
ME twenty years hence-thc leader OF
the wolf-pack that goes down an gets
trod on. amt never put no such
strain on my influence as this is goin'
to be. I've got to hold back the
Haveys an the McBriars whilst this
court foolishness dawdles along, an II
falls down Jeb is goin, to kill Luke
anyway. I'm doin' this because We
asks it; an now I'll say good night to
re-"
Juanita Holland stood looking at the
door he had closed behind him, wild
sense Of tumult and uneasiness in her
heart.
That's the sort Of friend am"
she repeated to herself.