The Mena weekly star., 1917-07-12
NM. lContinuedl

snhat I came up to tell you has to
 ,.;th Dave Sassoon. From what ,....ned today in the gap l thought
 Snght to know 1t now. Gale and ..e nuarreled yesterday over the way aNs turned out; they were pretty a This afternoon Gale took it up ,n with his uncle, and it ended in Ass driving him clean out of the t2here has he goneT
 Sebody knows yet. Ed Wickwire 1ae once that your father was shot n ambush good many years ago. ras north of Medicine Bend. on a 1A near the Peace river; thas you sr found out who killed him, and i pne reason why you came up into tpuntry was to keep an eye out for |6eo
 What about it?" asked De Spain.
 fnne hardening.
 uas riding home one night about ,onth ago from Calabasas with Sas- r He'd been drinking. I let him the talking. He began cussing you And talked pretty hard about what fa done, and what he'd done, and ut he was going to do-" Nothing, seemed, would hurry the story. 4elly, Sassoon says: That hound q know yet who got his dad. It Duke Morgan; that's who got him. zs with Duke when he turned the | We rode down to De Spains <h one night to look up rustler.' M concluded Pardaloe, twas all *oDn would say"
 @1 stopped. He seemed to wait. "a was no word ot answer, none of anent from the man sitting near I But, for enc, at least, who heard
 1assionless, monotonous recital of EHrder of the long ago, there fol- M a silence as relentless as fate, f|ence shrouded in the mystery of
 1arkness and striking despair into hearts--a silence mere fearful 6 any word.
 xfdaloe shuffied his feet. He <hed, but he evoked no response. q 5ieht you was entitled to know" lid finally. 'Now that Sassoon will
 n talk any more."
 T Spain moistened his lips. When
 poke his voice was cracked and
 , as if with what he had heard he Suddenly grown old.
 lou are right, Pardaloe. I thank E I-when I--in the morning. Par a for the present. go back to the K I will talk with Wickwire-to- 1pw."
 bod night, Mir. de Spain" Bod night, Pardaloe."
 3nding forward, limp, in his chair,
 brting his head vacantly on his ak, trying to think and fearing to X De Spain heard Pardaloe's meas ' tread on the descending steps, listened mechanically to the re- AHng echoes of his footsteps down
 Shaded street. Minute after min
 Dassed. De Spain made no move. >kp so light that 1t could only have E the step of delicate girlhood, a E free as the footfall of youth, IN as the tread of womanhood and ", came down the stairs. Slight 10 was, and silent as he was, she |Eed straight to him In the dark 4 and, sinking between his feet, nd her hands through his two 1k q heard everything, Henry" Anurmured, looking up. An inyol- sfy start of protest was his only pnnse. "I was afraid of plot lnst you. 1 stayed at the head of
 stairs. Henry, told you long ago q dreadful thing would come be- en us-something not our fault. l.now it comes to dash our cup of |zHness when 1t is filling" 4 stopped, soping perhaps he " say some little word, that he IM even pat her head, or press her |d but he sat like one stunned. If
 1ld have been anything but this 1"
 1leaded, low and sorrowfully. "0h, did you not listen to me before
 Nere engulfed! My dear Henry! zFho've given me all the happiness aFe ever had--that the blood of my E should come against you and | r The emotion she struggled 4 and fought back with all the
 gth of her nature, rose in a re-
 ss tide that swept her on, in the
 pf his ominous silence, to despair.
 breath, no longer controlled, came
 fnly, and her voice trembled.
 &pu have been very kind to me,
 you've been the only man I've
 known that always, everywhere.
 ht of me first. 1 told you didn't $. fe 1t, l wasn't worthy of it--" .z hands slipped silently over her | He gathered her close into his E and his tears fell on her up- aen face.