The public ledger. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1913-1968, 1916-02-03

Nle uhu htulu Ou INC NtIhuuh anu
taken for some strange cxpletive.
"Who Is he?" she asked, I'm a whisper
that bespoke excitement, agitation, but
not alarm.
The fancy bushranger-the dandy
outlaw drawled Radford in cool re-
ply. "TVe been expecting him He was
seen on our run the day Mrs. Clarkson
went down to Melbourne"
That memorable day for Hilda Bou-
s verie And It was this manner Of man
who had been her hero ever since-a
bushranger, an outlaw, common rob-
Der under armsl
Hilda snatched her eyes from Stln-
garee and was sorry for Mrs. Clarkson
for the first time in their acquaintance.
The new ball dress of bridal satin was
no whittier than its wearer's face. The
squatter leaned toward her with uplift-
ed hands, Loyalty concerned for no one
and for nothing else. Between the cou-
pie Sir Julian might have been con.
Quoting without his baton, but with
both arms. Meanwhile the flashing
eyeglass had fixed itself on Miss Bou-
verie's companion. without resting for
an instant on Miss Bouverle.
"Silence over thereP' cried Stingaree
sternly. I'm here on a perfectly harm
less Grand If you know anything
about me at all you may know that
have weakness for music of any kind,
so long as it's good of its kind"
The eyeglass dropped for a moment
upon Mrs. ClarksOn in the front row,
and the irrepresslble Radford was en-
abled to continue his say.
HE has, too, from a mouth organ to
a full orchestra, from all accounts, Miss
Bouverie My revolver's in the coat
pocket next you"
at Is the music" continued Stinga.
rec, looking harder than before in their
direction, (which has brought me here
tonight. I've come to listen and for no
other reason I'm the world Unfortu-
nately when one has price upon ones
head one has to take certain precau-
lions before venturing among ones fell
low men. And, though I'm not here for
gain or bloodshed, il any man of you
gives me trouble l shall shoot him like
a dog!'
'"That's one for me-" whispered the
intrepid overseer in lower key. Never
mind He's not looking at us now. be-
lieve Mrs. Clarksons going to faint
You take what told you and slip It
under your shawl and you'll save
second by passing it up to me the in
slant you see her sway"
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Radford, and Hilda hesitated no more.
She was wearing a black lace shawl
between her appearances at the piano.
She had the revolver under It In
twinkling and pressed It to her bosom
with both hands, one outside the shawl
and one underneath, as who should hug
a beating heart.
Mrs. GARRISON" said Stingaree, you
have been singing too much, and the
quality Of your song has not been equal
10 the quantity"
81 don't Sing for criminals and cut
throatsp the indignant lady cried out
She glanced at Sir Julian as one for
whom she did sing. And Sir Julian's
eyes twinkled under the bushranger's
guns.
ITO be sure you don't" said Stinga
rec, with as much sweetness as his
character would permit you sing
for charity and spend three times as
much as you are ever likely to make
in arraying yourself for the occasion
Well, we must put up with some song
bird without fine feathers, for mean
to hear the program out" His eyes
ranged the front rows till they fell on
Hilda Bouyerie In her corner. you,
young lady over there! You've been
talking since called for silence. YOu
deserve TO pay penalty. Be good
enough to step this way"
Hilda's excitement may be supposed.
1t made her scandalously radiant in
that company OF Inundated men and
women, but it did not rob her of her
resource. Removing her shawl with
apparent haste, but with calculated de-
liberation, she laid it in bunch upon
the seat which she had occupied and
stepped forward with a courage that
won a cheer from the back rows
Stingaree stopped to hand her up to
the platform, and his warm grip told
a tale This was what he had come
for, to make her sing, to make her
sing before Sir Julian Crum, to give
her a start unique in the history of
the platform and the stage.
Shngaree, with both weapons once
more levelled, consulted the program
now.
THE next item, ladies and gentle
men," said he, us another pianofOrte
solo by this young lady, Wen let you
on that, Miss BOuverie, since you've got
to sing. The next song on the pro
gram Is called The Unrealized Ideal
and the music is by our distinguished
visitor and patron, Sir Julian Crum.
In happier circumstances II would
have been sung to you by Mrs. Mont
gomery Garrison; as It is, cali upon
Miss Bouverie 70 realize her ideal and
ours, and on Sir Julian Crum TO ac-
company her n he viii"
At Mrs. ClarksOn's stony side the
great man dropped both arms at the
superb impudence or the Initiation.
quite right, Sir Julian; let the blood
run into them" said Stingaree. 1T Is
pure oversight that you were not
exempted In the beginning Comply
with my entreaty and l guarantee that
you shall suffer no further inconveni.
ence."
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