Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1917-05-31

corning De SPANS whereabouts, Wher
her eye fell on man standing not
ten feet away at the door of the bag
gage room. He was alone and seemed
to be watching the changing of the
engines. but Nan thought she knew
him by sight. The rather long straight
black hair under the broad-bripmed
hat marked the man known and hated
In the gap as "the Indian" Here, she
said TO herself, was chance. De
Spain, she recalled. spoke of no one
oftener than this man. He seemed
wholly disengaged.
REFRESHING her nervous timidity.
Nan walked over to him. Aren't you
Mr.. Scott?" she asked abruptly
Scott, turning to her, touched his
hat as If quite unaware until that mo-
ment of her existence. did Mr.. de
Spain get off this train?" she asked. as
Scott acknowledged his identity.
II guess he didn't come tonight"
Nan noticed the impressive manner of
his speaking and the low. even tones.
Il was kind of looking for him my
self"
as there another train tonight he
could come onT
II don't think he will be back now
before tomorrow night"
Nan, much disappointed, looked up
the line and down. II rode in this
afternoon from Music mountain espe-
cially TO see him.
Scott, without commenting. smiled
with understanding and encourage
ment, and Nan was so filled with anxi-
ETY. that she welcomed chance 10
talk to somebody. I've often heard
him speak of you," she ventured
searching the dark eyes. and watching
the open. kindly smile characteristic
of the man. Scotr put his right hand
out at his side. I've ridden with
that boy since he was so high"
Il know he thinks everything OF
you"
Il think lot Of him."
You don't know me?" she said ten
tatively.
His answer concealed all that was
necessary. Not TO speak TO- no."
81 am Nan Morgan"
II know your name pretty we'll" he
explained; nothing seemed to disturb
his smile.
And l came in-becsuse l was wor-
ried over something and wanted TO
see Mr.. de Spain"
He Is buying horses north Of Med.
icine Bend The rainstorm yesterday
likely kept him back some. | don't
think you need worry much over any
thing though"
Il don't mean l am worrying about
Mr.. de Spain at Medicine Bend dis
claimed Nan with d trace Of euDar-
rassment.
Il know what you mean" smiled
Bob SNtt. She regarded him ques-
uoningly. He returned her gaze re-
assuEhsiy as II he was confident Of
his ground. did your pony come
along all right after you left the foot
hills this afternoOnT
Nan opened her eyes. How did you
know | came through the foothillsT
Il was over that way today" Some
thing in the continuous smile enlight-
ened her more than the word. 81 no
ticed your pony went lame. You
stopped TO look at his foot"
you were behind me-" exclaimed
Nan.
81 didn't see YOU" he countered pru-
IDENTIFY.
She seemed TO fathom something
from the expression Of his face. You
couldn't have known 1 was coming in,
she said quickly.
mo" He paused. Her eyes seemed
to invite a further confidence. But
after you started it would be a pity
If any harm came to you on the road
you knew Uncle Duke was In
town." Scott nodded. "Do you know
why l came"
81 made guess at 1t. 1 don't think
you need worry over anything"
did you follow me down from the
hospital tonightw
Il was coming from my house after
supper. I only kept close enough to
you to be handy"
"Oh, / understand. And you are very
kind. l don't know what to do now
go back to the hospital for the
night. 1 will send Henry de Spain
up there just as soon as he comes to
town."
Suppose Uncle Duke sees him first
l am deathly afraid of their meeting
"Ill see that he doesn't see hin
first"
Even De Spain himself, when he
came back the next night, seemed
hardly able to reassure her. When
she had told all her story, De Spain
laughed at her fears. "rll bring that
man around, Nan, don't worry. DOM
believe we shall ever fight. 1 may mo-
be able to bring him around tomorrow
or next week, but I'll do it. 1t takes
two to quarrel, you know"
But you don't know how unreason
ing Uncle Duke is when he Is angry
said Nan mournfully. "He won't listen
to anybody. He always would listen
to me until now. Now, he says, have
gone back on him. and he doesn't care
what happens. Think, Henry, where
II would put me If either of you should