The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1917-03-01
CHAPTER xxvi-continued.


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Why? Then came realization. He
wns not ranger now. He cared moth
ing for the state. He had no thought
Of freeing the community of a danger
Gus outlaw, Of Kidding the country of
an obstacle to Its progress and pros
peyity. He wanted to kill Poggin. II
Was significant now that he forgot the
SsAf1 outlaws. He was the gunman,
~ grn-thrower. the gun-Hghter, pas
sionate and terrible. His fathers
blood, that dark and fierce strain, his
mothers spirit, that strong and un-
quenchable spirit of the surviving pio-
neer-these had been In him; and the
killings, one after another. the wild
and haunted years, had made him, ab-
solutely In spite OF his will, the gun
man. He realized It now, bitterly.
hopelessly.
The thing he had intelligence
enough 70 hate he had become At
last he shuddered under the driving,
ruthless, inhuman blood-lust OF the
gunman. Actual pride Of his record |!
Actual vanity In his speed with a
gunl Actual jealousy Of any ri>nl!
Duane could not believe It. But
there he was, without choice. What
he had feared for years had bAcome
q monstrous reality. He stood strip
ped bare. his soul naked-the soul of
Cain. And at the utter abasvment
the soul he despisej suddenly lcapcd
and quivcred with the thought Of Ray
Longstreth.
Then came agony. He Lowell the
girl. He wanted her. All her aweet-
ness, her fire, and pleading returned
to torture him.
At that moment the door opened, and
Ray Longstreth entered.
+ Duane" she said. softly. Captain
MacNelly sent me to you"
But you shouldn't have come" re-
piled Duane.
"As soon as he told me would
have come whether he wished Il or
not. You left me-all Of us-stuaned.
had no time to thank you. Oh. l do
with all my soul. It was noble of
you. Father Is overcome. He didn't
expect SO much. And he'll be true
But, Duane, was told to hurry. and
herd I'm selfshly using tlme."
90, then-and 'eave ire. You
mustn't unnerve me now, when u.eres
q desperate game to finish"
"Need II be desperate?" she whisp-
cred, coming close to him.
"Yes; II can't be else"
7 Her eyes were dark. strained. oeau-
tlful. and they shed light upon
Duane he had never seen before
you're going to take some mad
risk she said. "Let me persuade
you not to. You said-you cared for
me---and I--oh. Duane-don't you
--kpVw--"
The low voice, deep. sweet as an
old chord, faltered and broke and
failed.
Duane sustained n sudden shock
and an instant Of paralyzed confusion
Of thought.
She moved. she swept out her hands.
and the wonder of her eyes dimmed
In flood Of tears.
MY God! You can't care for me?"
he cried, hoarsely.
Then she met him, hands outsnetch.
ed.
But j do dor
Swift as light Duane caught hef and
held her to his breast. He stood hold
ing her tight. with the feel OF her
warm, throbbing breast and the clasp
Of her arms and flesh and blood reali-
ties to fight n terrible fear. He felt
her. and for the moment the might
Of 1t was stronger than all the demons
that possessed him. And he held her
as II she had been his soul, his
strength on earth, his hope Of heaven,
against his lips.
The strife of doubt all passed. He
found his sight again. And there
rushed over him tide of emotion un-
ntterably sweet and full, strong like
IN Intoxicating wine, deep ms his ma
ture, something glorious and terrible
as the blaze of the sun TO one long in
darkness. He had become an outcast I:
a wanderer, gunman, n victim of
~s' s'>Sss'sahNtss hS huh ioSt anu ou&-
fered worse than death in that loss !;
he had gone down the endless, blvofy
trail, a killer Of men, a fugitive whose
mind slowly and inevitably closed to
all except the instinct to survive and
black despair; and now. with this
woman In his arms, her swelling breast
against his, In this moment almost of
resurrection, he bent under the storm
OF passion and Joy possible only to
him who had endured so much.
do you care--a lIttle2" he whis-
pered unsteadily.
He bent over her, looking deep into
the dark, wet eyes.
She uttered low laugh that was
half sob, and her arms slipred up
to his neck.
"A littlel oh, Duane-Duane--a