Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-02-04

ao;y true. And he, too, is lying
somewhere in this park covered with
snov-if our guess is right
And Gordon-you admit lie
didn'; do it,"
Again he nodded, sulliiy. "N".
He didn't do it,
JOY lifted in her voice so you've
brought me here TO tell me. 4h, l
am glad, my frienl. that You were
50 good. And it is like you TO do 1t.
| You have always heen the gCcd
| friend to me-"
The Scotsman srriled, a little visit
! fully. You take 4. mean advantage
! of Il man. You nurse him wneu he's
ill-and are kind to him when he is
weli-and try to love him, though
! he is twice your age and more. rnsn,
! when his enemy $ in his power. I've
| filGa he can't strike him down With
! ont striking you too. Take your
young man. She5a O'NeiiI, and
marry him, and tor Gods sake, get
| h. nj OUT of Alaska before l come 10
gfins with him again. I'm not Il
| ratieni man. and he's tried rle s:Ilr.
/ Tney say I'm a good hater, and l ~
I ways thought il true. Bu. what's
| the use of hating a man, when your
/
/ armor?"
The fine eyes of the girl were wells
Z Of warm light. Her gladness was
not for herself and heE 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 n man
! to hide evidence and let his rival ne
! falsely accused of murder. 1t was
| not in him 10 do n cheap thing like
! that. When it 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 COR
your goodness to me-" she told him
! simply.
H, brushed that aside at once
| There's one thing more, lass. I'll
! likely not be seeing you again alone,
! so III say it now. Don't waste any
| tears on Colby Macdonald. Don't
! fancy any story book foolishness
aboat spelling his life. That may No
true of halfling boys, mayb2, hut n
NAL gees his ain gait even when
he eets a bit facer."
"Yec." she agreed. And in a flash
she saw what would happen, that in
! tie reaction from his depression lie
-gould turn to Genov.avs Mallory and
rna1ry her.
You're too young for me, any
| how-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 ia
shake himself out of it, and smiled
cheerfully upon her.
Wen put ou rtreosur- .trove on
the sled and go back to Your
friends" he continued briskly. To
morrow I'll send men up to scour
the hills for Northrup's body"
sheba drew the canvas pack over
the face of the dead man. AS sne
followed Macdonald back to the
trail, tears filled her eyes. She was
remembering that the white, sting
ing death that had crept upon these
men so swiftly had missed her by
n hairs breadth. The strong, lus.y
life had been stricken out of the
big Cornishman and probably of his
partner in crime. Perhaps they had
left mothers or wives or sweethearts
TO mourn them.
Macdonald relieved Elliot at break
ing trail and the young man vent
| back to the gee-pole. They had DE
| carded mukluks and wore moccasins
and snowshoes. 1t was hard, GLOW
work. for the trail-breaker had 10
| fight his way through snow along
/ the best route he could find. The
moon was high when at last hey
reached the roadhouse.
ITO be Continucd)