Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1917-06-22

pearing over the crest of the northern
ridge.
That's one way to get rid of them,
isn't ftT' said the emancipated bank
man, loosely, upon taking his place
in the car to cramp it for the turn.
WAS that something like the notion
you had in mind"
Mercy, nor she rejoined. And
then: Are you sure you are not hurtp
mot worth mentioning" he evaded.
"Those buffers couldn't hurt anybody,
so long as they couldn't get to their
guns"
"But you have saved the company at
your own expense. They will be sure
to have you arrested"
"We won't cross that bridge until
we come to it," he returned. eff we
were back in the country from which
1 have lately escaped, it would be
proper for me to ask your permission
to drive you safely home. Since we
are not, 1 shall assume the permission
and do it anyway"
"Oh, is that necessary" she asked,
meaning, as he took it, nothing more
than comradely depreciation at putting
him to the trouble of it.
"NOt absolutely necessary, perhaps,
but decently prudent. You might drop
me opposite the dam, but you'd have
to pass those fellows somewhere on
the way, and they might try to make
it unpleasant for you"
She made no further comment, and
he sent the car spinning along over
the hills to the westward. A mile
short of the trestle river crossing they
overlook and passed the wagon. Be
cause he had the coloneIs daughter
with him. Smith put on a burst of
speed and so gave the claim jumpers
no chance to provoke another battle.
In the maze of crossroads opposite
the little city on the south bank OF
the river, Smith was out of his reck.
oning, and was obliged to ask his com.
panion to direct him.
Il thought you weren't ever going
to say anything any MORE" she sighed
| in mock despair. "Take this road tc
the right"
81 can't talk and drive a speed
wagon at the same time," he told her
twisting the gray car into the road she
had indicated, and he made the asser
ton good by covering the four remain
ing miles in the same preoccupie(
fashion.
There was a reason, of a sort, fol
his silence; two of them, to be exact
For one, he was troubled by tha
haunting sense of familiarity whicl
was still trying to tell him that thi
was not his first meeting with Colone
Baldwin's daughter; and the other
much bigger and more depressing, wa
the realization that in breaking witt
his past, he had broken also with tn
world of women, at least to the exten
of ever asking one of them to MARI,
him.
He pushed the thought aside, com
ing back to the other one-the puzzl
of familiarity = when Miss Baldwi
pointed to a transplanted Missoul
farm mansion. with a columned poi
tico, standing in a grove of cotton
woods on the left-hand side of tn
road, telling him it was Hillcrest.
There was a massive stone porta
fronting the road, and when he &c
down to open the gates the youn
woman took the wheel and drov
through; whereupon he decided tina
J 1T was time for him to break ava!
! and said so.
But how will you get back to tn
campf" she asked.
Il have my two legs yet, and tn
: walking isn't bad"
: No; but you might meet thos
= two men again."
THAT is the least of my troubles
, Miss Corona Baldwin, like the Mi
l souri, colonel, her father, came upo