Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1918-08-01
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life"
Her mind flashed back over the past.
'Then his partner In this last crime
must have been the same man--what's
his ame?-that was with him last
time"
"Northrup." He nodded slowly. II
hate to believe it, but it Is probably
true. And he, too, Is lying somewhere
in this park covered with snow-if our
guess is right"
"And Gordon-you admit he didn't
do it?'
Again he nodded. sulkily. mo. He
didn't do It,"
Joy lifted In her voice. $50 you've
brought me here to tell me. Oh l am
glad, my friend, that you were so good.
And 1t Is like you to do it. You have
always been the good friend to me-"
The Scotsman smiled, little visit
fully you take a mean advantage of
Il man. You nurse him when he's ILL
and are kind to him when he is we'll
and try to love him. though he is twice
your age and more. Then, when his
enemy Is in his power, he finds he
can't strike him down without striking
you too. Take your young man, Sheba
O'Neill, and marry him, and for Gods
sake, get him out of Alaska before /
come to grips with him again. Pm
not patient man, and he's tried me
sair. They say Pm n good hater, and l
always thought it true. But what's
the use of hating a man. when your
soft arms are round him for an
armorT
The fine eyes of the girl were wells
NJ warm light. Her gladness was not
for herself and her lover only. but for
the friend that had been so nearly
lost and was now found. He believed
he had done it for her, but Sheba was
sure his reasons lay deeper. He was
too much of q man to hide evidence
and let his rival be falsely accused of
murder. 1t was not In him to do a
cheap thing like that. When IL came
to the pinch, he was too decent to stab
in the back. But she was willing to
take him on his own ground.
I'll always be thanking you for your
goodness to me-" she told him simply.
He brushed that aside at once.
There's one thing more, lass. I'll
likely not be seeing you again alone,
so I'll say it now. Don't waste any
tears on Colby Macdonald. Don't
fancy any story-book foolishness about
spelling his life. That may be true Of
halfiing boys, maybe. but a man goes
his ain gait even when he gets a bit
facer.s
"Yes," she agreed. And In a flash
she saw what would happen, that In
the reaction from his depression he
would turn to Genevieve Mallory and
marry her.
You're too young for me, anyhow
too soft and innocent. Once YOU told
me that you couldn't keep step with
me. It's true. You can't. 1t was a
daft dream"
He took a deep breath, seemed to
shake himself out of it, and smiled
cheerfully upon her.
well put our treasure-trove on the
sled and go back to your friends" he
continued brislzly. Tomorrow I'll send
iAiSh up " oSOui TIE Hills LOT NOFtl-
rup's body"
Sheba drew the canvas back over the
race of the dead man. AS she followed
Macdonald back to the trail. tears filed
her eyes. She was remembering that
the white, singing death that had
crept upon these men so swiftly had
missed her by hairs breadth. The
strong, lusty life had been stricken
out of the big Cornishman and prob
ably of his partner in crire .,Rerher.-
they had left mot ~ .--i''1ps
sweetbeart~ & .o.hers or wives or
e,rss 20 mourn them.
W. macdonald relieved Elliot at break
ing trail and the young man went back
to the gee-pole. They had discarded
mukluks and wore moccaslns and
snowshoes. 1t was hard, slow work.
for the trail-breaker had to fight his
way through snow along the best route
he could find. The moon was high
when at last they reached the road
house.
ITO Be Continued.