The public ledger. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1913-1968, 1916-02-03
STINGAREF
BYE. ". H0RNUNG. Author Of "RaffIes'
Motion Pictures by Kalem Company
Read the Story and Then See the Pictures
Copyright 1905. by Charlie, scribner'. Son,

Julian was lost
How she sang It may be guessed.
Sir Julian bowed and swayed upon
the stool. Stlngaree stood by with a
smile Of personal pride and responsi-
bility. The song gained enormously
from the composers accompaniment.
IL was more In n tuneful whisper than
In hushed notes that the last words
left Hilda's lips:
Lightly i sped when hope was high.
And youth beguiled the chase;
I follow-follow still, but
Shall never see her face.
The applause, when it came, was al
most overwhelming. The bushranger
watched and smiled, but cooked his
! second pistol and let the program fiut-
ter to the door. As for Sir Julian Crum,
the self contained. the cynical. he was
seen for an instant, wheeled about on
the music stool, grasping the singer by
both hands. But there was no hearing
what he said; the girl herself heard
nothing until he beloved In her ear:
They'll have their encore. What can
you give them? 1t must be something
they know. Home. Sweet Homer The
Last Rose? within n Mlleg The first,
ehI Very well; It's a leaf out of PATHS
book, but 50 are they all"
And he struck the opening bars In
the key Of his own song, but for some
moments Hilda Bouverie stood bereft
Of her great voice. A leaf out Of
PATHS book in that up country town
ship, before a roomful held in terror
and yet unmindful-of the loaded pis-
tolls Of two bloodthirsty bushrangers!
The singer prayed for power to live up
to those golden words. A leaf out OF
PATHS book!
1t was over. The last poignant note
trembled into nothingness. The silence
absolutely dead for some seconds. was
then only broken by a spirituous sob
from the incorrigible stockman. There
was never any applause at ALL Ere 1t
came, even as ii was coming. the over
seer Radford leaped TO his feet with
raucous shout
The bushranger had vanished from
the platform. The other bushranger
had disappeared through the other
door. The precious pair Of them had
melted from the room unseen. I'M
heard, what time every eye dotted on
handsome Hilda Bouverie and every
ear on the simple words and moving
cadences of Home. Sweet Home"
Ted Radford was the first to see it.
for by the end of the brief song he had
his revolver uncovered and cooked at
last, and no quarry left for him to
shoot. With a bound he was on the
platform, another carried him into
the canvas anteroom. third and a
fourth out into the moonlight. 1t was
as bright as noon in a conservatory
of smoked glass And In the tinted
brightness one man was already gal
Looping away, but it was Stingaree who
danced with one foot only in the stir
rup of a milk white mare.
RadfOrd rushed up to him and fred
point blank again and again. series
Of metallic clicks was all the harm
he did for Stingaree was flying through
the moonlight with shout of laugh
ter, a cloud of sand and dull voley
of thunderous hoofs.
II could have sworn l loaded It,"
said the overseer. "If | had he'd have
been dead man six times over"
Miss Bouverie had been talking to
Sir Julian Crum. On Radfords entry