The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1916-04-27

She Slipped an Arm Under His Shou.
der and Raised Him.
mftted him to see. You'll rob an oil
man first, and then call him a THE
and set the sheriff on him. will you-?'
Massingale's pistol was dropping t.
the firing level when Brouillard fiunf
away the telephone earpiece and got
between. Afterward there was q
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 eycs
again apNn the world of things as they
are, he had confused idea that he
had oversight shamefully and that the
indulgence had given him a bad head.
ache.
The next thought was that the head
ache was responsible for set of singu-
lar Authorizations. His blanket bunk
in the sleeping shack seemed to have
transformed itse't into a white bed
with pillows and snowy sheets. and
tire bed was drawn up beside an open
window through which he could look
out. or seem to look out. upon a vast
sea dimpIing In the breeze and reflect
ing the sunshine SO brightly that Il
made his headache darling agony
When he turned his face to escape
The binding glare of the sun on the
sea the Authorizations became sooth-
lngly comforting, not to say ecstatic.
someone was sitting on the edge or
the bed; cool hand was laid on his
forehead; and when he could again
see straight he found himself looking
up into a pair of violet eyes in which
the tears were trembling.
You are Amy-and this is that
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 him
'"N' hS must hol ldlh, anu ne went
through the motions of kissing it.
When 1t was withdrawn he broke the
silent prohibition promptly.
The way to keep me from talking is
10 do It all yourself; what happened |
10 me last night?"
She shook her head sorrowfully.
The last night you mean was three
weeks ago. Stevie was trying to shoot
Mr.. Cartwright In your office and you
got between them. Do you remember
hat?"
Perfectly" he said. But it still
Gems as If 1t were only last night.
Where am | now?-not that it makes
ny difference. 80 long as I'm with
ou."
You are at home-our home; at the
Little Susan Mr.. Leshington had
he men carry you up here. and Mr..
ord ran a special train all the way
rom Denver with the doctors.
tevie's bullet struck you in the head.
we all thought you were go
lg to die"
I'm not" he asserted, in feebly des-
crate determination. I'm going to
We and get to work and earn hun
red thousand dollars, so / can say,
,ome, little girl"
Again the restraining hand was laid
pom his lips, and again he went
trough the motions OF kissing it. {
You mustn't talk!" she insisted.
You said you'd let me-" And when
made the sign of acquiescence, she l
ent on: AT first the doctors wouldn't I
I've US any hope at all; they said you '
light live, but you'd-youd never |
ever remember-never have your rea-
On again. But yesterday" {
PLEASED" he pleaded. That's more 0
ian enough about me- want to know i
hat happened" 3
That night. you mean? All the .
lings that you had planned for. Fa
Ter got the mine back, and Mr.. Lesh.
gton and the others got the riot
lelled after about half OF the city was
lrned"
But Cartwright and Schermerhorn- a,
promised them" bt
"Mr. Leshington carried out your p'
'omise and helped them get the y. ~
oney out of the bank vault before the ~ ~
OBJ sacked the Niquoia building and q.
7namited it. But at the hotel thew cc
ere arrested on the order OF the bank be
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