The Press., 1915-05-05

sDo-you mean to say that she-she is | Brunte Heath's child?' .sYes.'' said the woman deliberately. "Where is he?"
 "He has gone to fetch the doctor "And the doctor is thirty miles away | if he's a foot!' He went to the door ] and looked out. And it's showing ierce!' he added in whisper. "How's he mounted?' "On the horse the sheriff wanted him for. It was his only chance. His own 1 horses died month ago, and he was waiting till the spring before buying | more"
 sThe face of the man was a study in ! bewilderment He crossed the floor to | the shakedown and looked at the sleep ing child.
 Lifted horse to ride thirty miles ! i'll this weather to save his kid!" He ti turned away from the bed. And gooI E luck to you, Brunte!' he muttered ""You'd risk your own neck for himT' said the man presently. "For him and the kiddy, yes." For a moment their eyes met and spoke And there was something more than admiration in his. Then his lips | opened, and the question that had been disturbing him for some time refused longer to be controlled. "What's Brunte Heath to you? he asked. And the silence that followed both of them.
 "I'm his sister," she said at last. And \ it was impossible to misunderstood the deep breath that left his lips. "And sister whom he ought to be proud of,' he said without reserve. "Bet the sheriff wouldn't think so.'' "I'm not so sure," he said thought fully.
 He was sitting there gazing at her when suddenly the strained call of dog-wolf reached them. With cry of joy she sprang to the door and threw | it open.
 A man, slight of stature, yet seeming ly of strength, judging by the way in which he hauled his tired horse through the snow, was coming toward the shack. The woman ran to meet
 
 drew him into the humble apartment The man already there rose to meet him, but the woman was the first to speak.
 "A man by the name of Joe Gregar, Brunte," she said. "He came here with the sheriff on his heels, and I gave him chance. I knew that you'd iob tn 1n
 "Mebbe it was, mebbe it wasn't,' he said, staring hard at the stranger. Flows the gal?'' His eyes were still fixed on those of the other man. How long have you been in this country?" he asked in a suspicious voice. Long enough to know man when I see one. Your horse has slipped his halter. Brunte Heath.'
 Two heads were turned to the open door simultaneously, Heath's and the woman's. And a cold official voice turned them back again.
 Put up your hands, Brunte Heath. I've got you covered, and it wouldn't be easy to miss from this distance!'
 q thought that I recognized you," said Brunte, stretching his hands above his head and smiling bitterly as the barrel of the revolver almost brushed his nose. Man, little gal, they've play ed it low down on you this time. Have you been properly introduced to the new sheriff?''
 The sheriff thrust his revolver into it's holster and held out his hand to the man.
 : ''I did manage to take you without firing shot Brunte," he said with laugh. Bear that in mind, will you? Because one of these days you may hear the fellows chipping the new sheriff, and then you can-well, you can butt in and say that he wasn't quite as green as he looked. I don't know what you've got in the pack for the little girl, but if it's doll to play with it will do her more good than medicine. Keep her arm in the splints for couple of weeks and keep your heart up for good. That little girl on the shakedown is worth working for honest work! I shall come back one of these days''-he glanced meaningly at the woman-"to see how the patient is progressing"
 He walked to the door and looked back.
 Brunte Heath was bending over his little, girl. The woman was standing transfixed in the center of the room The sheriff held up a finger, and she went to him as one in dream. It is probable that they'll be want ing new sheriff." he laughed, 'but I want you to believe that I feel it was worth it."
 She gave. him a sweet smile, and all that she. said was:
 "Come backv'