Evening capital and Maryland gazette., 1915-07-06

NoTE-"THE GODDESS" will be
published as a serial story in THE
EVENING CAPITAL. The pictures
VIII be shown at THE PALACE THE
ATRE every Friday.
Continued from Saturdays Capjtal.)
IUu can't Keep on roonng me. ne
said. Come now. what's your real
name?"
'Celestia," she said.
"All right. if you don't want to tell
me yet; it will keep. it's bound to-
But tell me, then. are you" he hesi-
tated and blushed. I'D really like TO
know. You see. I'm rather crazy about
you. You're not Mrs. Somebody or
other, are your"
The embarrassed smile froze on
his lips. He leaped to his feet and
stood listening. Faint and clear, sound
ing cheerful rather than ominous,
there rose to them from the valleys
below a baying of dogs.
He climbed swiftly to the top OF the
Hub, and stood listening, his field
glasses glued to his eyes.
A glimpse Of two bloodhounds and
four men, one OF whom was Stilliter
and another a full-blooded Indian,
crossing an open space, recently
crossed by Celestia and himself dur
ing their unhurried escape In the
same direction, brought Tommy down
from the Hub in a great hurry.
We've got to beat it, Celestia," he
said. I'm sorry, because you are
tired, but that man"-here by encir-
cling his eyes with his hands, he in
dicated Professor Stilliter's eye
glasses-"is after u.s."
She rose obediently to her feet. II
don't know why he wants to catch
you," said Tommy, "and, either you
don't know, or you won't tell. But you
dislike him, and you're afraid of him,
and that's enough"
They were soon under way, follow
ing the higher ground, where the gran
ito outcroppings neither received any
impress from their feet, nor long held
the scent Of the leather soles. But
the crests of the ridges were not all
granite, and Tommy knew very well
that in places they were making what
woodmen call a broad trail. A trail
of footprints and bent and broken
branches which an Indian will read
as casually as a commuter reads his
newspaper; and which, aided by blood
hounds, he will follow as easily as
small boys follow procession through
city street.
That broad reaches of unbroken
granite would occasionally bafie their
pursuers was all that Tommy could
hope for.
He had at first only a vague idea
as to just what part of the wilderness
he would take her, but gradually his
mind became occupied with the prob
lem of getting to that place by a
route which their pursuers would find
the most difficult possible in follow
ing. He had hopes indeed of throw
ing them completely of the trail.
They turned a little more to the
westward, and began to descend from
the high ground. The baying of the
hounds at this time seemed IL any
IulUB uLIA6 Closet.
Where are we going?" she asked
suddenly.
We're going to hide on little is
land in O deep lake, Celestia. Even
IL they find out that we are on 1t,
they'll have trouble getting to US. Very
few sailors and fewer woodsmen know
| bow to swim. used to fish in that
lake a lot, and I've an old dugout hid
den on the shore, and there's the re-
mains of hut on the island. And /
| left an old moth-eaten buffalo robe
and a blanket there only last fall.
l IL there's anything left Of them they'll
come in mighty handy, can tell you" /"
They came to a broad, shallow
stream that flowed brightly under an
arch of dark foliage. Here's where
we begin to make trouble for them, .
said Tommy. Holding her elbow with
his free hand, he kept her from stun
bling and falling. Tommy led Celestia
to the middle Of the brook, and then
they waded down It for upward Of q
mile, as IL 1t had been winding road,
and only left it when the rocky ma
ture of the country through which II
was passing offered them an opportu-
nifty Of so doing and leaving a mini
mum trail.
All at once Tommy realized that 9
great silence had fallen In the forest
And he knew that at last the blood
hounds were in difficulties, for they
had ceased to bay.
Il