The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1915-11-18

happen to know the sheriff; he's u
man that couldn't be turned from his
duty-good friend of mine too"
"Is, eh? Then. you'd better advise
with him for his good"
Think of Lahoma. II you killed
Kimball-Lahoma could never feel
toward you as she does today"
And how would she feel toward me
if was hanged. uh? l guess she'd
druther l laid my man low than that
l swung high" Wilcox started. up
impatiently. Were wasting words"
he said, roughly. There is but the
two alternatives. I'm one Of 'em. and
Red Kimball is the other. It's simply
question of which gets which. l
tries to make it plain, for there's no
going back. Now are you with me or
not? If not I'll fight it out along rs
always done in times past and gone
and bedinged to 'em. I'm sorry my
young days was as they was, and for
Lahomas sake I'd cut off this right
ARM be held it out. rigidly-"if thatd
change the past But the past-and
bedinged to it!-can't be changed"
| Lahoma's next letter came in a few
days confirmatory of his worst fears.
Just read it aloud. Wilfred." said
Brick. as all gathered about the lantern
in the retreat at the mountain top:
| Dear Brick and Bill-An exciting affair
| has happened. I was sitting at my VIM
| dow because / couldn't sleep, not that
| expected to see anything unusual. There's
| a big summer house at the far end Of the
| lawn, all covered with vines, and there's
| walk between dense shrubbery. leading
| to it from the house. The first thing
| saw was Red kimball come out and slip
| through a little side gate and hurry along
| the country road. AS soon as I saw him
| I guessed that he and Mr.. Gledware had
been conspiring in the summer house.
But it seemed no use to go down after
| Red Kimball had left. If Mr.. Gledware
was still in the summer house, knew he
was alone, and II he'd returned to the
house all was over for the night. I was
wondering what new plot they had form.
| ed and how l was to find out about It.
when my eye was caught by a move.
ment in the hedge that runs down to the
| side gate. The movement was as slight
| as possible, but as there wasn't any
| breeze it made me shiver a little, for
| knew somebody was skulking there. Pretty
| soCn something passed through the gate
quick and stealthily. In the flash OF
| moonlight l saw 1t was our old friend
| Red Feather.
| Almost as soon as l recognized him he
had disappeared behind large lilac bush
but l had seen what he held in the han6
| ,,,,l H., 10, i% chaot },
| ed knife. The lilac bush stood close t
the summer house. He fell fiat to tht
! ground and wriggled his way around tht
| bush. You would have been ashamed o
| me for minute or two, for kept sitting
| beside the window as If had been turn
| ed to statue of ice.
But maybe didn't stay there as lont
as it seemed. First thing I knew, / wa:
| running downstairs as lightly and swift
ly as l could and out through the doo
| al the end of the side hail that had beer
left wide open. and / was at the summer
house door like a flash. There was :
wide path of moonlight across the con
crete floor and right In that glare was :
sight never to be forgotten-Red Feathe
about to stab Mr. Gledware to the heart
He held Mr.. Gledware by the throat will
| one hand, and his other hand held tn
| knife up for the blow. Mr.. Gledware la.
on his back. and Red Feather had on
| knee pressed upon his breast.
When ! reached the doorway ] blotte,
out most of the moonlight. and | drev
| back so Red Feather could see who l was
He looked up and let go of Mr.. Gledware'
| throat. but didn't move otherwise. RE-
Feather" l said. ''give me that knife!'
Mr.. Gledware, recognizing my voice
tried to entreat me to save him, but h
| was half strangled. and only made sound
| that turned me faint to know that tn
man my mother had married was such
| coward.
Red Feather told me that If came an
| nearer or if I cried for help. he woul