Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1917-03-09

WITH rope the man ] loved ] would
lay down my own life that be should
live. II you write one little paper 10
say that be murdered in defense Of
you the good Gouverneur Faulkner
will save him to you. Give TO me that
paper"
Go awayf' she moaned as she shook
her head and cried into her arms.
See. Mary: Here Is ge pencil and
the paper to write the words Of life
for Timins to that Gouverneur FauIk.
ner." said as seated myself beside
her and extracted my notebook and
pencil from the pocket Of my oEercoat
where ] had placed them on leaving
my room as Is always best. deemed,
for secretary. There are just two
things that are the duty OF women,
Mnry-to bear men and 10 save them.
Save yours now. Mary. Much will hap
pen. II may be. but that Timms is a
good man and must i've"
Il dassent He told me not to.
Timms did"
IF knife was aimed at Timms'
heart. would you not throw yourself
between him and Its cut, Mary, even
though commanded by him not to 30
save himr'
Yes"
The knife is aimed and here's the
paper by which you can throw your
person on that knife. Is 1t Of such
moment that II cut into your own
heart, that you stand and let It give
death to hinT'
u give upl give up. misterI !
can't let nobody murder him. Nobody
ever put It that way to me. Give me
that paper and let me git to him fer
Jest one minute tomorrow" she made
answer TO me as she seized the paper
and pencil and began to write with
the paper spread beside her upon the
step.
viii that do mister!" she asked
with anxiety On that paper she had
written:
Hen Timms had locked me in the room
End was attacking nre when Gabe broke in
and got me away from him. He had TO
bust his head with n flatiron TO make him
let go Of me am a good woman.
MARY BROWN.
"Yes. good Mary. this will shell
Timms from that knife, I feel a Ger.
tainty, and | viii send for you and see
that you go to an interview with him
at 10 o'clock Of the tomorrow morning.
And now good night, with great re-
spect to you for a brave woman"
said as ! rose to my feet.
who are you. mister, that have
spoke to my heart like they amt no.
body spoke to its suffering yet. though
you amt said many words, and them
Is cur.ous-likei" she asked of me as I
prepared to take hurried departure.
II am the secretary OF the Gouver-
neur Faulkner, Mary, and-and know
how women-love-men. r.
II bet a many Of 'em have loved
you. God bless your sweet eyes.
Good night. SIR
And with those kind words from the
poor female. who was beginning again
TO sob, but with another motive in her
weeping. took my departure down
the street-or up--I did not know In
just which direction. / had the In
tentlon of returning to the house Of
the party to obtain the cherry, which
had left standing before the door,
and in 1t convey the message to my
Gouveraeur Faulkner that should
bring relief TO his anxiety, but | soon
found that had lost myself upon
streets that haG never seen before.
What was II that should dc? My
heart suffered that my GouTerneur
Faulkner should not know the relief
OF that paper ! had In the pocket Of
my dinner coat, but I could not end
myself, and ! did not know exactly
what questions should ask. Then /
bethouget me Of that telephone, which
In America is so much used, but not in
France. entered into a store for
medicines upon the corner of one of
the St eets In my wandering, looked
diligently In book to find the num-
Der OF the mansion of the gouverneur
and, after many feelings of my desire,
at last MY Gouverneur Faulkner made
an answer in my ear that was as
beautiful In voice as the words he
spoke to me IN his presence.
"WeIr he asked me.
"Ta!s Is Robert Carruthers who
speats."
"Oh. all right youngsterl How did