The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1917-09-29
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her. Ont Of the chaotic wreck Of
things but one driving motive had sur
vived, and IL had grown to the stature
Of an obsesslon: the determination to
wiring victory out Of defeat for Timan-
yoni High Line; to fall, IL he must fall,
fighting to the last gasp and with his
face to the enemy.
~ know" he said, replying, after the
reflective pause, to the charge passed
on by Colonel Dexter. 'There is
friend Of mine here from the East, and
i have been obliged to show her some
attention, so they say l am neglecting
my job. They are also talking 1t
around that am your Jonah, and say
ing that your only hope is to pitch me
overheard"
"Thats Dave Kinzie," growled the
Missourian. HE seems to have 1t in
for you, some way"
Nevertheless, he was right" Smith
returned gloomily. Then: II am about
at the end of my rope, colonel--the
rope l warned you about when you
brought me here and put me into the
saddle; and I'm trying desperately to
hang on until my jobs done. When it
is done, when Timanyoni High Line
can stand fairly on its own, feet and
fight its own battles, I'm gone"
"Oh, no, you're not" denied the
neutrality-suspicious. in generous pro-
test. "You come on out home with me
tonight and get away from this middle
for a few minutes. It'll do you heap
of good; you know it always does"
Smith shook his head reluctantly but
firmly.
"Never again, colonel. 1t can only be
a matter of few days now, and Pm
not going to pull you and your wife
and daughter into the llmelight If can
help It."
Colonel Dexter got out Of his chair
and walked to the office window. When
he came back 1t was to say: "Are they
sure-enough chasing you, John?-for
something that you have done? Is that
what you're trying to tell me?"
'That is it-and they are nearly here.
Now you know at least one Of the rea-
sons why can't go with you tonight"
'Tll be shot If I dol" stormed the
generous one. II promised the missus
I'd bring you"
"You must make my excuses to her;
and to Corona you may say that am
once more carrying gun. She will I'M
derstand."
(which means, take 1t, that you've
been telling Cory more than you've
told the rest Of us. That brings on
more talk, John. haven't said word
before, have II"
mo"
swell, I'm going to say 1t now: I've
got only just one daughter in the wide,
wide world, John"
Smith stood up and put his hands
behind him, facing the older man
squarely.
Colonel, I'd give ten years OF my
life, this minute. II might go with you
to Hillcrest this evening and tell Co
roma what have been wanting to tell
her ever since have come to know
what her love might make Of me. The
fact THAT I can't do 1t Is the bltterest
thing have ever had to face, or can
ever be made to face"
Colonel Baldwin fell back into his
swing-chair and thrust his hands into
his pockets.
ut beats the Dutch how things
tangle themselves up for us poor NOR
tails every little sO-while," he COM
mented. after a frowning pause. And
then: you haven't said anything like
that to Cory, have your"
mo"
'That was white, anyway. And now
suppose the other woman-this Miss
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS over ut the ho-
tel-has come and dug you up and got
you on the end Of her trailing rope.
That's the way 1t goes when a man
mixes and mingles too much. You
never can tell"
"Hold on" Smith interposed. "What-
ever else may be, I'm not that kind
of a scoundrel. I don't owe Miss
HIGHLANDER anything that can't pay
without doing injustice to the woman
I love-. But In another way I am a
scoundrel, colonel. For the past two
days I have been contemplate enough
to play upon woman's vanity merely
for the sake Of keeping her from talk
Ing too much"
The grizzled old ranchman shook his
head sorrowfully.
II didn't think that Of you, John; l
sure didn't. Why. that's what you
might call a low-down, tin-horn sort Of
game"
ut is just that, and know 1t as
well as you do. But It's the price l
have to pay for my few days of grace.
Miss HIGHLANDER knows the Stantons;
they've made It their business to get
acquainted with her. One word from
her to Crawford Stanton. and wire
from him to my home town In the mid
die West would settle me-"
The older man Strengthened himself
in his chair. and his steel-gray eyes
blazed suddenly.
"Break away from 'em, Johnp he
urged. "Break II on short, and let 'em
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