The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-03-06

She was trembling. Her fright haC , flushed her; cheek to brow was glow ing with startled blood. He saw an odd flash of startling beauty, the veil of tan torn off by her emotion. The wave of her terror caught him. He put out hls hand to steady her. She stood recovering herself. regaining her spent breath. Rickard remembered that this was the first time he had seen her since the murder of Maldonado, since the meeting with the Mexican woman at his tent What was it frightened you?"
 "The Indian. the murderer. Just as they describe him on those notices. l must have fallen asleep. I'd been reading. I heard a noise in the brush and there was his face staring at me- Her breath was still uneven. 'I screamed and ran. Silly to be so scared"
 He started toward the willows, but she grabbed his sleeve. "Oh. don't She flushed. thinking to meet the quiz zical smile but his eyes were grave. He. too, had had his fright. They stood staring at each other. 'Tm afraid she completed. How he would despisc her cowardicel But she could not let him know that her fear had been for himI
 He was looking at her. Suppose any thing had happened to her! He had a minute of nausea. If that brute had hurt her-and then he knew how it was with him
 He looked at her gravely. Of course. He had known it a long time. It was true. She was going to belong to him. If that brute had hurt her
 She shrank under his gravity; this was something she did not understand. They were silent. walking toward the encampment. Rlcl5ard did not care to talk. It was not the time; and he had been bndly shaken. Inues was tremu- lously conscious of the palpitating si- 1ence She futtered toward giddy speech. Her walk that day, Mir. Rick ard! She had heard that water had started to flow down the old river bed i; she had wanted to see 1t, and there was no one to go with her. Her sen tence broke off. The look he had turned on her was so dominant, so ten . der. Amused at her giddiness, and yet loving her! Loving herI They were silent again.
 You won't go off alone, again" He had not asked it. at parting. His in flection demanding it of her, was of ownership. She did not meet his eyes.
 Later, when she was lying on her bed, face downward, routed, she tried to analyze that possessiye challenge of his gaze, but it eluded words. She summoned her pride, but the meaning called her, sense. and mind and soul of her. It cried to her: "I, Casey Rickard, whom your brother hates once the lover of Gerty Holmes, I am the mate for you. And I'm going to come and take you some day. Some day, when l have time! p
 Oh, yes, she was angry with him she had some pride. Why didn't he tell me then?" she cried in a warm tu mutt to her pillow. ''For I would have given him his answer. I had time ample time, to tell him that it was not true" For she wanted a different sort of lover, not a secondhand dis card; but one who belonged all to her self; one who would woo, not take hel with that strange sure look of his OlL II DC "GlAIAAlt5 M AA'Li | NNilAl's All she would not. indeed She would show him!
 And then she lay Quise still with hel hand over her heart. She would b, waiting when he came for her. Be cause, though life had brought then together so roughly. so tactlessly hat muddled things, yet she knew. Shr would be waiting for him!
 Before he had left her. Rickard hat followed a swift impulse. Those bronz lamps averted still? Was she remem bering-last night? No mistake lik that should rest between them. Fl must set that straight. That much h allowed himself Until his work wa done. But she knew-she had seen how it was with him!
 q wonder if you would help me Miss Hardin? Would you do some thing for that poor crazed woman I wanted to ask Mrs. Hardin, but fo some reason I've got into her blac books. Just the little kindness on woman can give another. A man find it difficult. And these Mexican wom en don't understand q mans friend ship"
 Her eyes met his squarely. His tar aalizfng smile had gone. He was maB t.fs a demand Of her-to believe hin his request his defense. The glances of yellow eyes and gray, met with shock, and the world was changed fo both. Life, with it's many glad voices was calling to senses and spirit, til girls still rebellious, the mans sure
 Rickard put out his hand. "Goot night !' To both. it carried the soun of q love youl' She put her hand l his, then tore her fingers away, fur I ous with them for clinging Wher was her pride2 When he had time She fled into her tent.
 Neither of them had seen Cert Hardin watching them from her ten door.
 A Glimpse of Freedom.
 The siding was deserted. The Pa myra had run cut to Tuscon. Marsha