The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1920-01-22
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smoke.
had found during the night a fair
supply of hard bread In my saddle-bag.
and now, with this additional gift Of
Providence, felt assured, at least. OF
one sufficient meal.
1T is all right, Tim, there is no one
here. An old Indian camp with moth
ing but a hunk of jerked deer meat left
behind. Elsie, gather up some Of that
old wood yonder and build a fire.
Kennedy and 1 will look after Miss
Beaucaire."
1t was bright day by this time, the
red of the rising sun in the sky, and I
co2ld trace the radius of swamp land
stretching about us on every hand, q
grim, desolatc scene even in the beauty
OF that clear dawn. We had been for
tunate enough to approach the spot
along the only available pathway which
led to this little oasis, and a more So
cure hiding place 1t would be difficult
to find. / felt almost at ease for the
present and satisfied to rest here for
several hours
Tim assisted me In unstrapping
Eloise, and lifting her from the sad
| die, and, as she made no effort to help
herself, the two of us carried her to a
warm, sunny spot beside the wall Of
the hut. Her cramped limbs refused
to support her body, and her eyes, then
open, yet retained that vacant look so
noticeable from the first. The only
change was in the puzzled way with
which she stared into our faces, as
though memory might be struggling
back, anc she was vaguely endeavor-
ing TO understand.
Tim led the horses away and staked
them out where they could crop the
rich, dewy grass. After removing the
| saddles he followed the mulatto girl
into the hut, and l could hear the muir
muir of their voices. / endeavored to
address Eloise, seeking thus to awaken
her to some sense Of my presence, but
she merely smiled meaninglessly,
leaned her head YEARLY back against
the poles and closed her eyes.
1t was a poor meal enough, although
it sufficed to dull hunger and yield us
some strength. Eloise succeeded In
choking down a few morsels, but dranh
thirstily. 1t was pitiful to watch her,
and to mark the constant effort she
was making to force the return of
memory. / had Elsie battle her face
with water and while, no doubt, this
| refreshed her somewhat she only
rested her head back on my coat, which
had folded for a pillow, and again
closed her heavy eyes. The negress
| appeared so tired babe ner lie down
and sleep. and soon after Tim also dis.
appeared. I remained there alone,
| guarding the woman l loved.
How were we to escape, burdened by
this helpless girl, from pursuit, which
perhaps had already started from Vel.
low Banks? At all hazards must now
prevent this dazed, stupefied woman
from ever again falling into the power
of Joe Kirby. That was the one fact
1 knew. l would rather kill her with
my own hand, for was convinced the
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which 1 could not hope to overthrow
However it had been accomplished,
through what villainy, made no odds
she was his wife, and could only be re-
leased through process of law. he
could claim her, hold her in spite of
me, in spite Of herself. No influence
l might bring to bear would save her
now from this contamination. j. would
all be useless, thing for Laughter. Her
signature-of which Kirby had boosted
and the certificate signed by the
dead Gaskins, would offset any pos.
sible efforts might put forth. There
remained no hope except through
flight; understanding our pursuers; find
| ing a route to safety through the
wilderness which they would never
suspect.
/ must find an unknown path, an I'M
travelled trail. Our only hope lay IL
battling pursuit, in getting far be,
| WONG Kirhv's grin 7 dropoed tho mar