The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1916-02-27

How'd known But, say Has she got
any sisters9"
mol" yelled Johnny, halfway through
the gallery in search of Billy's clothes.
When he emerged Cookie looked him over.
Amt it funny, Kid, how pipe'll stink up
clothes9" he smiled. Johnny's retort was
made over several yards of ground am
when he had mounted Cookie yelled and
waved him to return. When Johnny had
obeyed and impatiently demanded the
reason, Cookie pleasantly remarked: Now,
be shore an give her my love, Kid.
Johnny's reply covered half mile OF
trail.
The sheriff was standing before the
Palace saloon when Johnny rode past, and
he could not keep quiet. His comment was
50 judiciously chosen as to bring white spots
on Johnny's flushed cheeks. The Bar-2o
puncher was not famed for his self-control,
and, wheeling In the saddle, he pointed a
of Office, so conspicuously displayed: "Bet-
ter men than you have lied behind badge.
Come down an see me tomorrow without
it, he invited
Mr.. Nolan flushed, hesitated, and walked
away. To fight in defense of the law was
his duty; but no sane man warred on the
Bar-2o unless he must One might censure
Mr.. Cassidy or Mr.. Connors, or pick fight
with any of the rest of the outfit, except
Johnny, and not get killed; but he must not
harm their protege Mr.. Nolan not only
walked away but he sought the shadows
and held communion with himself. IF he
could only get the pugnadous and very
much spoiled Mr.. Nelson to fracture some
lawl
Meanwhile Johnny had reached the
Joyce cottage, and was admitted by Miss
Joyce herself.
"Good evening. You are Iate!'' she
chided, dimpling attractively.
He critically regarded the dimples, while
he replied that he had paused to slay the
sheriff but, knowing that it would cause
him to lose more time, had postponed the
event.
"Ohl" she exclaimed, clasping her hands
You must not do thatl"
"Well, of course, not If yo're agin it. I
"But what did he do?''
? Mustn't tell. But do you really want
him to liver"
"Why, Of course! What foolish ques-
toni"
"But why do your Do you-Iike hims"
"I like everybody"
eyes; an everybody likes you, too,
and his smile faded. "Do you ike-him
Very much"
"I wish you wouldn't ask foolish ques-
tons.
eyes, l know, But do your"
"I'll not say"
"Then you do.
81 don't think you're nice tonight, . she
pouted. "You're awfully jealous :"
"Geel should think you'd want me to
be jealous. only wish you was jealous of
me. Norah, I've just got to say it now,
am"
eyes, what did he dor" she cried eagerly
"Who? NoIan2"
eyes, yes; tell me.
"I don't mean him. Twas going to tell
you something that"
Chat you've done and now regret?
Have you ever-ever killed a MANI" she
breathed.
"No; yes; lots of 'em," he confessed,
remembering that she once had expressed
admiration for brave and daring men.
Most half as many as Hopalong; an
ain near as old as him, neither
"Oh, Mr.. Cassidy Won't you bring
him up some evening""
"Not me. brought one friend up onct
an had to lick him to keep him away. /"
"Why, the idea! But Mr.. Greener's
like Mr.. Cassidy. He's so brave, and
wonderful shot. He told me so. !"
"Huhl Told you! Well, we'll Why, he's
a child; an blinks when he shoots. Here
can he show gun like mine?" and he held
out his Colt, butt foremost so she could see
the notches he had cut that after
noon. A feeting doubt went through his
mind at what his outfit would say when it
discovered said notches; the Bar-2o cut no
notches: it liked to forget.
ooh! Are they're they?" she whis-
pered, drawing back.
"They are. There is room for Nolan,
an his owner, . he suggested
"Norah! Can't you seet Don't you
know how much 7"
eyes, indeed! 1t must be awful to feel
such remorse, she quickly interposed.
"Remorse nothin'! Them fellers de-
served what they got!'
"And yoH a murderer! never thought
that of yol4, she rejoined.
"Why. Norah!" he cried In amazement
"To think that yoa have human blood
on"
"Norahl Norah, listen; won't your"
On your hands! How dare you call