The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1917-05-05


Not that this puts us on an even foot
ing. don't mean that. Nothing
would. You would be too much for me
in any kind of contest, armed or
unarmed."
"What do you mean?" she demand
ed to hide her confusion. And she
saw that each step he took cost pain,
skillfully concealed.
II mean." he said. you are to take
this cartridge as remembrance of my
forgetfulness and your adventure"
She drew back. II don't want it."
take It,"
He was persistent. She allowed
him to drop the loaded shell Into her
hand. "Now," he continued, replacing
his gun. IF I encounter any of your
people in an attempt to break through
a line, and somebody gets killed, you
will know, when you hear the story,
that this time. at least, didn't start
it,"
He put her objections aside. enjoy.
ing being SO near her and happy that
she made no retreat. MY reputa-
ton" he insisted, "has suffered a little
in Morgan's gap. / mean that at least
one who makes her home under Music
mountain shall know differently of me.
What's that?" He heard sound.
"Listenw
The two. looking Mt each other,
trained their ears to hear more
through the rush of the falling water
Someone is coming" said De Spain.
Nan ran lightly to where she could
peep over the ledge. Hardly pausins
as she glanced down, she stepped
quickly back. "Tll go right on up the
mountain to the azalea fields" she said
hastily.
He nodded. "rll hide. Stop. If
you are questioned, you don't know
I'm here. You must say so for your
own sake, not for NINE"
She was gone before he had finished.
De Spain drew quickly back to where
he could secrete himself. In another
moment he heard heavy footsteps
where he had stood with his visitor.
But the footsteps crossed the ledge,
and their sound died away up the
path Nan had taken. Then snatches
of two voices began to reach him. lie
could distinguish Mans voice and at
intervals the heavier tones Of man.
The two were descending. In few
moments they reached the ledge, and
De Spain, near at hand, could hear
every word.
"Hold on a minute" said the man
roughly. His voice was heavy and his
utterance harsh.
~ must go home" objected Nan.
"Hold on, tell you," returned her
companion. De Spain could not see
but he began already to feel the scene
II want to talk to YOU"
eve can talk going down." parried
Nan.
De Spain heard her hurried foot
falls. mo, you DON'T" retorted her
companion, evidently cutting of hel
i retreat.
"Gale Morgan" There was a blaze
in Mans sharp exclamation. "What
do you meanT
II mean you and are going to have
this out right here, before we leave
this ledge"
"How dare you stop met"
"I'll show you what dare, young
lady. You'll talk things over with me
right here, and as long as like" he re
torted savagely. "Every time ask yor
to marry me you've got some new
excuse"
tits shameful for you to act In this
way, Gale" She spoke low and rap
idly to her enraged sutton. De Spair
alone knew 1t was to keep her hui
J initiation from his own ears, and he
made no effort to follow her quick
pleading words. The moment was mos,
embarrassing for two Of the three In
volved. But nothing that Nan coult
say would win from her cousin any
reprieve.
"When you came back from schoo
told Duke was going to marry you
He said, all right" persisted her cous
In stubbornly. "You said you'd MARI!
me-"
Nan exploded: II never, never sale
so in this would" Her voice shool
with indignation. "You know that,
downright falsehood."
"You said you didn't care for my
body else" he fairly beloved. "Nov
: want to know whether you'll MARI.
me IL take you over to Sleepy Ca
tomorrow
"Noj" Nan flung out her answe
, reckless of consequence. "rll neve
: marry you. Let me 60 home"
you'll go home when get through
, with you. You've fooled me loni
, enough"
! Her blood froze ut the look In hi
; face. "How dare you'll" she gasped
/ Get out Of my wayi"
? "Y0u little vixenT' He sprang for
, ward and caught her by the wrist. Sh'
fought like a .tigress. He dragged hel
: struggling into his arms. But abov'
} her half-stifed cries and his gruntini
; laugh, Morgan heard sharp voice
, Take you hands or that grill !"
: Whirling. with Nan In his savar'
A. A.