Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-11-06

Then Juanita blew out the lamp ana
{ stood silent In the hush that comes
before dawn. She did not have to
wait long, for soon she heard hoof-
beats in the rned. and they stopped
just at the turn.
Hello. stranger!" she shouted, and
Il took all her strength to command
her voice. Halt where you are"
There was An instant's silence in
the FIRST misty gray that was bringing
the yelled sunrise.
A stified murmur Of voices came
from the road, and she caught the
words. Hes in thar all right" A
moment later someone called out sui
lsnly from the shadows:
I'VE gives ye three minutes ter
leave tibet house. We're a-comin' In,
an we'd rather not ter harm ye. Git
out quick"
Eye can't save me. dearest. It's
too late. For Gods sake. go out"
pleaded Anse Havey tensely.
Her answer was to cry out into the
dawn in voice that could not be mis-
understood. "Anse Havey's in here.
Come and get him." and for added en-
phasis she crouched behind the over
turned table and fred random shot
out toward the voice that had offered
her amnesty.
From the earlier happenings of the
evening the men out there knew that
the school property was empty save
for the man and the girl, and they
knew that the man was terribly wound
ed.
Their peering eyes. in the dim gray,
could Just make out an empty door.
Back of 1t was one woman, and they
were I'VE men. Ordinarily they would
have moved slowly, coming up from
several sides, but now every minute
was worth an hour at another time.
1t behooved them, when full daylight
came. to be well away from sure ven.
geance. The obvious demand of the
exigency was to rush the place.
Killing women was, even to them.
distasteful, but they had offered her
immunity, and she had declined.
At . whispered word they started
forward
They had only fifty yards Of clear
ing to cross, and the girl, crouching
behind the overturned table. did not
know how strong their numbers were.
She knew only that through every ar
terry ran white IRE Of passion and .
longing to avenge. She meant to make
her shrine Of disarmament q crater Of
death under whose lava no human
life could endure. She remembered
the caution Of man with whom she
had once shot quail: "Take your time
when they rise and pick out your
BIRDS Now Juanita Holland meant
to pick her birds.
She saw figures climbing the fence
in shadowy. almost impalpable shapes,
and as the first dropped inside and
started on ut . crouching trot she
aimed quickly but steadily and fired.
A little cry Of primitive and savage
Joy spranE from her lips as she saw
the man plunge forward in the half
light and lie there rolling on the
ground. j
But at that warning the others
leaped down and came on at run.
The tempo qu1ckened ana became con-
fusing. They were firing as they ran
and their answering bullets pelted
against her barrier and over her head
on the walls. She heard window panes
shivering ana glass falling, and yet
her citation grew-two more advancing
figures had crumpled into inert
masses. Unless there were REINFORCE
ments she would stem their oncoming
tide. Even z mountain marksman can
not target his shots we'll while he Is
running and under nre. 1t takes
championship spr!nting to do nifty
yards IN I'VE seconds-on the smooth
ness Of . cinder path.
Uphill In . constant spit of fire
and lead 1t requires little longer.
There were only two left now. and
one Of them suddenly veered and
made for the cover Of q hickory trunk
OF. to one side-he was in full flight.
But the other came on, throwing the
rife away and shifting his heavy mag
azine pistol to his right hand.
II was easy now, thought the girl
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