The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1916-11-11

VI buunt niultu W bOlh tie iOhciihtoo
and the fear of their Isolated lives.
Duane saw a woman come to the door,
then man. The latter looked keenly,
then stepped outside. He was sandy
haired, freckled Texan.
"Howdy, stranger" he called. as
Duane halted. "Get down, you an
your woman. Say, now. air you sick
or shot or what? Let me-"
Duane. reeling In his saddle, bent
searching eyes upon the rancher. He
thought he saw good will, Kindness,
honesty. He risked all on that one
sharp glance Then he almost plunged
from the saddle.
The rancher caught him, helped him
to O bench.
Martha, come out herew he called.
"This mans sick. No; he's shot, or l
don't know blood-stains."
Jennie had slipped off her horse and
to Duane's side. Duane appeared
about to faint.
"Air you his wifei" asked the
reucher.
mo. I'm only girl he saved from
outlaws. Oh, he's so pale! Duane,
Duanep
Buck Duane!" exclaimed the ranch
er, excitedly. 1.-THE man who killed
Bland an Alloway? Say, l owe lin
a good turn, an I'll pay it, young
woman"
The rancher's wife came out, and
with u manner at once kind and prac-
teal essayed to make Duane drink
from flask. He was not so far gone
that lie could not recognize its con-
tents. which he refused. and weakly
asked for water. When that was given
him he found his voice.
"Yes, I'm Duane. I've only over
done myself just all in. The wounds
/ got at BANDS are healing. VIII you
take this girl in-hlde her awhile till
the excitement's over among the out
laws?"
II shore will" replied the Texan.
young man you amt in any shape
to travel. I'll take you in along with
the girl, an hide both of you till you
we'll"
Duanc's last fading sensations OF
that hard day were the strange feel
OF bed, relief at the removal Of his
heavy boots, and Of Jennies soft, cool
hands on his hot face.
He lay i'll for three weeks before he
began to mend, and 1t was another
week then before he could walk out
a little in the dusk Of the evenings.
After that his strength returned rapid
ly. And 1t was only at the end of this
long siege that he recovered his spirits.
During most of his Illness he had been
silent, moody.
Jennie, I'll be riding of soon," he
| said, one evening. II can't impose on
this good man Andrews much longer.
I'll never forget his kindness. His
wife, too-she's been so good TO us.
Yes, Jennie, you and / will have to
say good-by very soon."
Don't hurry away she replied.
Lately Jennie had appeared strange
| TO him. She had changed from the
| girl he used to see mt Mrs. BANDS
house. He took her reluctance to say
good-by as another indication of her
regret that he must go back to the
brakes. Yet somehow 1t made him
observe her more closely.
'"It's likely that we won't see each
other again." he said. "That's strange
to think of. We've been through some
hard days. and I seem to have known
| you long time"
Jennie appeared shy, almost sad, so
Duane change the subject to some
thing less personal.
%
Andrews returned one evening from
q several days trip to Huntsville.
| yDuane. everybody's talkin' about
how you cleaned up the Bland outfit"
he said, important and all full Of news.
ats some exaggerated, accordin' to
what you told me; but you've shore
made friends on this side Of the
Nueces. 1 reckon there amt town
where you wouldn't End people to
welcome you"
''Did you hear of any outlaws hunt
ing me?" asked Duane.
Nobody from BANDS outfit Is hunt.
in you. thet's Shore" replied Andrews
"Fisher said there never was n boss
straddled to go on your trail. Nobody
had any use for Bland. Anyhow, his
men would be afraid to trail you. An
you could go right In to Huntsville
where you'd be some popular. Reckon
you'd be safe, too, except where some
of them fool saloon loafers or bat
cowpunchers would try to shoot yor
for the glory In 1t. Them kind of mer
will bob up everywhere you 60
Duane"
"Ill be able to ride and take care o.
myself In day or two" went OF
Duane. "Then I'll go-Td like to tall
to you about Jennie"
"She's welcome to home here Will
u.s."
"Thank you, Andrews. You're {
kind man. But want Jennie TO gc
farther away from the Rio Grande
She'd never be snfe here"
"All right, Duane. Whatever 20,
think best. i reckon now you'd bcttel