The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1919-10-23
Confessions
of a Bride
copyriEhted. 1919. by tho News
paper Enterprine Association
THE HOLDuP--I WONDER IL
WILL MEET KATHERINE
MILLER AGAIN

Perhaps l Lost my color. or per
haps Morrison expected ms To follow
the weil.known habit my sex has
OF going Off into Mysteries when poise
is most needed. AZ any rate. real
Iced that l was clinging 10 the cur
tain OF my berth To keep myself from
wobblins. and that Morrison evidently
feared for the state OF my muscles.
u not my nerves. lilo came away
from the stateroom door 20 pull the
willow chair where could drop
into II.
At that instant the door Of my
compartment opened very slowly.
very softly behind him. and Mexi.
can with black handkerchief swath.
ing his jaw slid into the room. lie
ieveied his gun at Morrison's back.
A man even less on the alert than
the detective must have read the
news from my expression. Slowly |
raised my hands to the level OF my
head and with wide eyes nodded to
Morrison. lie wheeled on his heel.
his hand In his gun pocket. wheeled
10 face a second bandit who stood
beside tho first. Then Morrlson'A
hands went up.
Nobody spoke. but the leader OF the
gang whistl-d and another masked
Mexican appeared at the door. At
gesture from their leader. the two
extra intrudcrs seized Morrison by
the arm.
But even ar they did 10. the de-
tective's right hand dropped into his
pocket and his gun rang out. The
bullet struck tho top OF the door.
The leader OF the bandits shrugged
his shoulders.
Morriron's act wasn't without
good result. II gave me courage.
had always considered the man
rather stupid and something Of
buffer. Ho was. instead. one OF tho
bravcss men ever saw lilo was also.
perhaps. tho most rash.
I'm sorry II was such poor
shot. Mrs. I.orimer." he said ut the
threshold OF the door. Maybe you
could do better yourself
took the hint To give me that
hint he had risked HIS life.
Maybe could shoot be,'er--lf
had a gun" called after him as els
captors led him away. Then
leaned back in my chair. quite sure
that l could do much bettsr--with
the automatic under the cushion
perfectly convinced that I must do
better. whether ! selected the Mexl
can--or mys.if--for the target
taF.. ~a.tf..
crime Miller who had been carried TO
the mountains with other Loot Prob
ably she hadn't possessed a gun.
was fortunate. aitho my gun was 20.
ing to rob me. probably. Of unique
experlcncc--shaf Of meeting my rival
as an ally. somewhere In tho noun.
| taIns.
with my automatic within reach.
my courage rose TO 100 plus.
couidn't help throwing a dlsdainspi
glance at tho unspcaking sentinel
who watched over me. l Eassd up
at him drfiantiy--iooked straight
into his eycs--and discovered that
they wcrc magnificoniiy blue,
They were just such eyes az !
had looked into for the last time far
| out at sea. The pair which surveyed
me In my compartment on the train
werc not audacious. They were.
curiouriy. almost tender as they
stared back nj mo. I recalled the
legend Of the fair rod. the super
man who dominates Mexican fiction.
He must bave had such eycs--but |
mad never heard that he had left q
line OF bluc-eyed descendants.
To evade tho familiar look In
those eyes. I pointed TO my bag and
pushed Il toward the bandit with
my foot. lie gave II only a pass-
Ing glance. then turned TO give an
order to one Of his posse who hailed
him from the aisle. when his man
had gone. the blue eyed Mexican
ieaned against the easement and
watched the male passengers an they
filed past him. The men were 10
be lined up outside the train and
searched. heard one say. The
women were allowed to stay in their
seats.
And then. while my captor contin.
ued 20 instruct his subordinatss. !
pulled tho automatic from beneath
the cushion OF my chair and held II
under my cloak.
| And 1 prayed for better luck than
Morrison had had.
(To BE Continued