The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-06
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the 1nd1auS Aeeib Seafed hueNetoH io< her. whom hc regarded as q child, fh man now smiling into Annabei's pal face would long ago have found his El.; resting place. IL WIS due to the Ind ans singleness of thought that I.allo mas plan had struck him as good Glet1ware stripped 0f all his posses sions. sinking as q beggar from door to door, no roof. no bed bl.t sky and earth-tllat is what Red Feather had meant.
 He hgd believed cslelware glad of the respite. That he should accept the alternative seemed reasonable. There was Il choice only botween death and poxerty-nud e:ieIw8rc wished to live so lesneTr tciy. R5 tnsely, The chief cared little for life. Still, he would unhesitatingIy haye preferred the most nleager. existence to T knife in his heart. How much Inere. then. this. craven Avllite lnnn: But tine plan had failed sbecatse tsledwaFe did not be neve deatii wns tise other alternative. Nexer in the rcnlotest way had it oc- cured fo tile ayepgef that GledwaFe could be epaYed shoufd he prove false to hls d1tii. Rcd Feather was less man wif5 passions thin Il cold, reis,:t. less fate, This fate would saraiy overcome thss ilelttiess wretch should he cling to his Fielies.
 As Ilad Feather siKiis med the water with long sweeps of ulsg oars. never loolSiuly back. the voice. of bis passeil gers came te liis ears without meaning. He was thinkiIg of the last few days and how this luorning's ride was their fitting sequel The early sunbeapas were fulltop him 1s ile tilted back his head, but tliey showed no emotion on tis fifee. hard set and duly red in the clear radiance,
 Crouching near the sumner house at GIedware's place, he had overheard Red Kimball boast to bring Gledware the pearl and onyx pin. Then had shot through his dar1ened mind the suspi cion that Gledwarc lneant 10 escape the one condition on which his life was to had left the pin where the outlaw must find it. His own death would be taken for granted. What thenf
 What then? This ride in the boat Gledware had made his choice he had cIung to his. possessions, and no5v Death held the oaPs. He was scarcely past middle age. He might have lived so long, he. who so loved to live. But. no. he had chosen to be rich-and to die.
 When Red Feather brought his mind back to the present. GledWare was de scribfpg to Annabel ranch in Califor- mia for which he had traded the house near Independence. He would take her far away; he would build house thus and thus-rooms so. terraces here, mar ble pillars.
 Annabel listened grayeiy. silently. her face ali the paIer for tue sunlight flashing over it. for the mimic sun on the waves glaIafng ID into her pensive eyes. Somehow the sunshine, the rip pie Of the water seemed to form no part of her life. belonged, rather, to Edgerteu Compton. rowing in solitude against the sky Those naked trees. bare. brown hills and lodges of huge stones seemed her world boundaries. kin to her. cTairii.iss her- But there was California and tlsh splendid house. to be built.
 The Indian was listening now. but as he heard projected detIilss giowingtg presented nc change came iR his grim. deep lined face. He simply knew 1t was moi te be. Let the fool plan,
 '.BeautifuIs one.,' he heard Gledware say. speaking II. an altered tone. ''alI that is ill the future-but see what I have brought yoli- This is for today. It's yours. dear. Let me see it around your neck witl the sun full upon it, ]
 Red Feather turned his head, curi- 0usly
 GIedware held outstretched | mag hif1cent diamond necklaee which shot forth dazzling rays as 1t swung from his eager fingers
 Annabel uttered n smothered cry of delight as the iriGescenee filled her eyes She looked across the water to- ward the pagoda shaped clubhouse, where her mother stood. faintIy de fined as a speck of white against the green wall shingles of the piazza. It seemed that ft needed this glance to steady her nerves. Edgerton was for gotten. She reached out her hand. And then, perple5ed at the uecklace be- ing suddenly withdrawn, she looked up. She caught q glimpse of Gled wares face and her blood turned cold.
 That face was frozen in horror. At the turning Of the boatman's head he had instantly recognized under the huge brimmed hut. tho face of his en- emy as if brought back from the grave.
 GIedware ceased breathing, then his form quiVered with q sudden thrush of breath as of a man emerging from div, ing. His eyes rolled in his head as he turned about scanning the shore, glar- ing at Edgerton's distant boat. Why had he come unarmed? How could he have put faith in Red KimbalPs as surances? He tortured his brain for some gIeam of hope.
 This is all I have he shrieked, as x the Indians foot was already upon his neck. ''This is all I have-' He flung the necklace into the water. Ut was a lie about the California ranch. It's lie about all my property I've got nothing. Annabel. T sold the last bit to get you the necklace. but shouldn't have done that Now it's gona. I have nothingt''
 The Indian rose slowly. The oars Nn l. Al,.