The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1918-08-07
Over the Line
-- E%I I'd.
y By ELLIOT WALKER
(Copyright)

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stopped and shifted. Someone called
me-" whispered the girl in the buck.
board-"close by, too" 49,
She snatched the whip from its
socket and gripped the handle. II may
have to start quick" she thought. Then
her clear voice rang out, starting the
echoes from the boulders above:
"Who is it? Who spoke" .
A little stream of gravel trickled
down beside the big rock at her side
q few small stones ratified; then a
white face lifted into view, and a hand
implored silence.
Jennie Freeland raised her whip in
sudden alarm and looked again.
"George!" she, cried. ut isn't you!
What are you doing here?"
The young man was in the road
now. "For Gods sake, Jennie get me
over the line" he whispered. His
voice and eyes implored piteously. He
held up a red, swollen wrist. tits
broke, guess; I can't drive"
The girls 1.-THE arm went out and
dragged him up beside her.
"You did it, George?' trembled her
lips.
eyes! They're after me, Jennie
I've been running and hiding all night
sect up, Bet!" The lash fell in q
singing cut. The mare leaped under
it, and then steadied to rapid trot
1'It's ten miles, George; we'll beat
them! They can't be far behind. Oh
never dreamed it was you!"
'Don't give up, Jennie"
"Give-you--up! The color surged
back to the fresh young face. Her
tone was half scornful, half tender,
II suppose you want to go straight to
Hiram's?"
"No, can't trust him. If I can
strike Grant Brokers he will know
where to put me, and blind them
somehow. Old Grant will do anything
for me-"
She pressed her face to his. u
know the road. That'll help us if we
get by the stretch. The sheriff was
hitching up as drove past. Bob Ell.
lery was with him." ...
"What did you hear, Jennie?" The
mans voice trembled. Il never meant
toto"
II didn't hear much Don't let's
talk about it. I know they made out
> warrant, and that the-the doctor
was still working over him. That's
ALL"
Along the i'll kept, gravelly road
winding through the rugged Vermont
hills, the gray mare sped.
"What became of your hat, George?'
II lost it in the woods. I fell over
stump. Oh, Jennie, think of how
happy we were to be, and now!" he
was weak, exhausted and horror
stricken.
"Mother risked everything for ia.
ther," she said, "and things came out
all right. After you're over the line
I'll come. 1t will be hard to leave
home, but I'll come. If you're caught,
I'll watt
They had covered half the distance,
Betty rafting brayely along, but pant.
ing slightly. Far behind, the anxious
lovers heard a faint halloo. Their
heads turned in simultaneous fright.
"It's Parmelee, and he's got Samp.
sons pair It's all up, Jennie. Kiss
me, darling, before they see u.s." Cases
tone was strong and firm now. Els
features lighted up. TITS worth it ALL
he whispered. tits worth it,"
AS he leaned forward for that last
caress the girl Strengthened up and
laughed shrilly. "Sit still !" she cried
s"Don't hinder me!''
Now the hoof beats came plainly to
their ears, and now the sheriff's shout.
Jennie looked back and waved her
hand. A hundred yards and she turn.
ed abruptly into an old wood road, up
a sharp Misunderstanding her beast, en-.
couraging, guiding with hands that new.
er faltered-a little further, deeper in.
to the woods. .sft
"Keep quiet, George. We can cross
AC-llSy LEVEL Cul, pig Sdlu.
The gray mare snorted, trembled,
felt carefully with her forefeet.
$50 on, Betty! It's all right, Betty!"
They were over. Behind them was
frail, Matchmaking bridge Of ancient
logs and boards, spanning chasm
thirty feet in depth.
"You may kiss me now. Oh, George
dearv' She burst into wild weeping
and clasped him close.
Sheriff Chester Parmelee stopped his
horses on the other side of the gap.
"Of all the crazy coots ever see"
he yelled in high wrath. "An' me
comm all this way to find George, .ez
] heered he was follerin' the road! No
need of runnin' off, George; that man
hez come to all right, and says twas
all his fault, an he he'd no business ter
say what he did about the gal--didnt
know she was anythin' ter yer. Says
ye're hard hitter" The sheriff grin.
ned. 'I've warrant here for service,
an hev ter go back. What'll you two
do? faint possible to cross over
ag'in. This ends all loose an Gavin.
Jennie how come YER ter nick him