Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1916-06-16

he had gathered up the papers he toscE
tAe New York check from his pocket
book, indorsed it, and handed it to
Cortwright. THAT is what was spent
out of the hundred thousand dollars
you had Mr.. Massingale charged with,
as nearly as we can ascertain. Take
it and take care of it; it's real money"
He had turned again to the tele-
phone to hurry Leshington, had rung
the call, and was chuckling grimly
over the collapse of the four men at
the end of the mapping table as they
fingered the slip of money paper. Sud-
denly it was borne in upon him that
there was trouble of some sort at the
door-there were curses, blow, a mad
rush; then g.. 1t was Stephen Mas
singale who had fought his way past
the door-guarding sentry and stood
blinking at the group at the far end
of the mapping board
You're the houn' dog I'm lookin'
fort" he ragged, singing out Cortwright
when the dazzle of the electrics per-
mitted him to see You'll rob an old
man first. and then call him a thief
and set the sheriff on him, will you-T'
Massingale's pistol was dropping to
| the firing level when Brouillard flung
away the telephone earpiece and got
between. Afterward there was a
crash like a collision of worlds, a
whirling, dancing medley of colored
lights fading away to gray and then to
darkness. and the engineer went down
with the avenger of wrongs tightly
locked in his arms.
| After the period of darkness had
passed and Brouillard opened his eyes
again upon the world of things as they
are, he had a confused idea that he
had oversight shamefully and that the
| indulgence had given him bad head
ache.
The next thought was that the head
ache was responsible for set of singu-
| lar hallucinations. His blanket bunk
in the sleeping shack seemed to have
transformed itself into a white bed
with pillows and snowy sheets. and
the bed was drawn up beside an open
! window through which he could look
out, or seem to look out, upon vast
sea dimpling in the breeze and reflect
ing the sunshine SO brightly that it
made his headache darting agony.
/ h h; 20 20
the binding glare of the sun on the
sea the hallucinations became sooth-
ingly comforting, not to say ecstatic
Someone was sitting on the edge OF
the bed; cool hand was laid on his
forehead; and when he could again
see straight he found himself looking
up into pair of violet eyes in which
the tears were trembling.
You are Amy-and this is thai
other world you used to talk about
isn't it?" he asked feebly.
The cool hand slipped from his fore
head to his lips. as if to warn hin
that he must not talk, and he wen
through the motions of kissing It
When it was withdrawn he broke thu
silent prohibition promptly.
The way to keep me from talking ii
to do it all yourself; what happened
to me last night?"
She shook her head sorrowfully.
THE last night you mean was thre
weeks ago. Stevie was trying to shoe
Mr.. Cortwright in your office and yo
got between them. Do you remembe
that?"
Perfectly" he said But it stil
seems as if it were only last night
Where am 1 now?-not that it make
any difference, so long as I'm wit
you"
You are at home-our home; at tn
: Little Susan. Mr.. Leshington ha
the men carry you up here, and Nj
!, Ford ran a special train all the wa
from Denver with the doctors
Stevies bullet struck you in the heaC
+ and-and we all thought you were g
> ing to die"
: I'm not" he asserted, in feebly de-
> perate determination. I'm going
| live and get to work and earn hui
dred thousand dollars, so 1 can sa,
| Come, little girl"
Again the restraining hand was lai
| upon his lips, and again he wei
| through the motions of kissing it.
| "You mustn't talk!" she insiste
You said you'd let me-" And whe
l he made the sign of acquiescence, 81
went on: "At first the doctors wouldn
give us any hope at all; they said yc
| might live, but you'd-you'd never
| never remember-neyer have your re
II son again. But yesterday"
Il "Please!" he pleaded. That's mo-