The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1916-03-02
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AUTHOR, OF THE FIGHTER" CALEB CO elCc
CVER. SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE" ElC'
NOvEIIzED FROM PATHE PHOTO PLAY OF
THE SAME NAME BY WILL III. Rl11E1

| that?"
Sam threw back his head and roared
aloud with genuine laughter. Mary
ran to June and put her arms around
her.
He stepped before them and blocked
their way. Then he pointed stubby,
gray-sfnirched forefnger at June's
lightly clasped hands.
Not so quick!" he repeated sharp
". I've got your pedigree, and it's
q peach"
Cold fear crept into June's heart.
She made a spasmodic attempt to hide
her hands behind her back. Sam
laughed triumphantly.
who would a thought it, he
purred at her Miss June Travis
prison worker, saver of souls, little
angel of the cells-a crook-daughter
of Circle Jim,' the slickest thing l
ever chummed with"
Come to the house with mel" Mary
implored piteously.
Didn't 1 tell you not SO quick, old
lady? She amt going to the house
with you and leave me cold. Get me?'
he snarled.,
What do you want?" asked June,
looking straight into his vicious little
eyes.
ooh, going to be nasty about it,
Ell? Well, now look here, you-cut
it. They're after me. And Circle
Jim's' daughter will get me food and
protection, or I'll squeal good and
plenty and trade her secret to the po-
lice, see?"
June shrank into Mary's arms-all
her bravado gone.
ooh, maybe ma would like to know
the glad news!" he sneered. well,
here goes.'
"Stop!" June caught at his dirty,
wrinkled coat sleeve. Hide! Hide
quickly, before they see you! To
night I'll leave a basket of food for
you at the corner Of our garage-you
know the place! Now, hide!"
Sam cast a last threatening look at
the two figures in the distance, then
lodged deity behind a convenient
| bowlder.
June swayed toward Mary.
Your mother is coming. lamb" she
mustn't suspect. Pull yourself togeth-
er. And keep your hand hidden"
June nodded YEARLY.
Il WILL" she said. "She won't know.
won't let her know"
! Have you found any trace Of it?''
Mrs. Travis called to her, minute
later.
mot q trace Mary and I have
looked all over this part of the beach. y
| Once inside her room June and Mary
dropped pretense.
"You ought to hate me, DEAR June
said at last. "Your life is a misery
| to you now. But you must know that
1 wouldn't cause you sorrow or worry,
if I could help it-don't you know it.
Mary? When these spells come on
H.
There, there!" interrupted the old
| woman, drawing her into the circle OF
| her arms. Hate you? love you bet
ter than anything in this wide world
And I'm going to stay by and shield
| you as long as there's life in me. Now
we won't say any more about that
ever. What we've got to think of now
is this latest danger. We have to get
away from Surfton, dear-right away
Tell your mother you want to go back
to the city"
| 81 don't think it will work, but I'll
try" she said meekly..
Her courage ebbed even further
| when she entered the library a mo
| ment later and saw the expression Of
Impotence on her mothers usually
smooth brow. Evidently the irrita
ton of the stolen lunch had not worn
off.
June went up to her chair and put
her arms over her mothers shoulders
Mrs. Travis looked up. The touch
was not that Of impetuous June al
! all. It was unnaturally meek and gen
tie. A look at the wan face alarmed
her.
What is it-what is it, darling?'
she asked hurriedly. do you fee
ill?"
June nodded.
eyes," she said, shuddering slight!
as the thought of Smiling Sam came
back to her. 81 feel i'll. Mother,
want to go home-to the city mean
want to go tonight, mother"
June had worked herself up to tn
, verge Of nervous hysteria. Mrs
Travis saw, with alarm, that she wa
under some great mental strain.
"But I think you will get we'll 81
much more quickly down here, dear.
Her determination was weakening
, June felt it. It gave her new cou1
, age.
$50 many queer things have haI
, pened since we've been here" Mar
: put in quickly. "The child's nerve
, have been upset for several days. .Sh
? didn't want to worry you, so she hash
said anything about it. But Pv