, 1919-09-25

and all-apparent calmness, to earn her
own living. After a week Cal Nestor
would have given his right hand to
have her back again. In his stiff
necked pride he would have given the
left one rather than let her know 1t.
But tonight he wondered whether, in
Falvy, he might not see her.
Nestor found the mill hamlet of Fall
Wy w~ide-awake and all its able-bodied
males afield, handwriting. The sheriff,
taking command. deployed his forces
for a drive, fan-wise, through the half
mile of thicket in which Dubreece pre-
sumably was hiding-leaving un-
guarded all rear approach to his home.
"By this time hell be hungry and
losing some of his spunk n want
some of that stone-fence cider; we'll
let him sneak home, and then get him."
Nestor told Phillips, the constable.
Even so. At $50 in the morning
came running one of the youths set
to watch the Dubreece house. HE
Just snook in over the pasture fence,
sheriff. reported the excited lad.
"AlI right; I'll go have a talk with
him."
by hockey, sheriff, you'd better be
careful. He's a darned bad egg adj
vised Phillips. But Nestor laughed.
In the broad light of the summer
morning, Sheriff Nestor Unmatched the
rickety i,ubreece gate in a most casu-
al way and started up he dirt path
to the side door. He had taken not
more than four steps when the doc
flew open and young Dubreece, white,
shaking, wild-eyed, victim of a very
panic of desperation, stood on the sill
with a shotgun at the "ready."
by goshamighty, Cal Nestor, don
you dast to step a foot nearer or I'll
send you to hell a-kitin'." he %squeaked,
his voice %quavering with excitement.
"Oh, l guess you wouldn't do any
thing as foolish as that, Dubreece.'
Nestor's reply a so easy as to be
scarcely a~rgumentative. Without show
of arms, without the faintest sign of
fear, he continued his approach. 1t
should have worked; with any normal
man it would have worked. But Du-
breeze was not a normal man.. The gun
roared-both barrels. And big, rugged
Cal Nestor, without a sound, crumpled
into a. heap on the ground.
ANYONE elsei Come on, the hull
gol-dummed world n git yours y yelled
the %lunatic, ramming home W more
shells. Come inside that gate and go
to hell a-flying!"
OF ten men of the posse in the road
way not one moved-toward the gate.
But from across the way, where, shell
ta-1l hv gnpna allar Urnuth che had
beef watching in fear and trembling, a
woman rushed, brushing away re-
straining hands. AS she tore open
the gate the mailman threw the gun
to his shoulder, but, needless of him
as of the others, she sped up h path
and threw herself On her knees beside
the fallen man. Then she gathered
him In her arms, and with the strength
of two men, carried him away to
safety.
At the end of a feverish half-hour.
May Nestor had beaten fate. When
Doctor Holt, back from a country call,
arrived at last, he said no n but a
thoroughly trained and resourceful
nurse could have saved the sherif's
life.
What happened then? Goodness me
What a question: What could hap
pen? Did you ever-ever In this world
know of a woman saving her hus-
bands life at the imminent hazard of
her own-and then going away and
leaving him, or having occasion to?
Indeed, no.
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