The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1922-09-08

away from the police. Oh, I've
been so scared. l didn't know
thought"
IS all right. IS all right, liz girl.
Don't you cry. Kitty. Me n Clay
won't let 'em hurt you none. We sure
won't"
She nestled closer, and Johnnie's
heart lost a beat. He had become
aware of dull pain in the shoulder
and of something wet trucking down
his shoulder. But what is one little
bullet in your geography when the
sweetest girl in the world is in your
arms?
Il amt nothin' but a hammered
down liz haysed of a cowpuncher," he
told her, his voice trembling, IAN
you're awful pretty an'-an'-"
A flag of color fiuttered TO her soft
cheeks. The silken lashes fell shyly.
II think you're fine and dandy, the
bravest man that ever was"
do you-figure you could? II
Il don't reckon you could ever"
He stopped, abashed. To him this
creature of soft curves was of heaven
sent charm. All the beauty and vital
ity of her youth called TO him. 1t
seemed TO Johnnie that God spoke
through her. Which is another way
of saying that he was in love with her
She made rustling little stir in his
arms and lifted a flushed face very
tender and appealing. In the darkness
her lips slowly turned to his.
Johnnie chose that inopportune mo-
ment TO get sick at the stomach.
Tim goin' to faint" he an
nounced, and did.
When he returned TO his lOve-story
Johnnie's head was in Kitty's lap and
a mounted policeman was in the fore
ground of the scene. His face was
wet from the mist of fine rain falling
Don't move. Some one went for a
car" she whispered, bending over him
so that flying tendrils of her hair
brushed his cheek. Are you-badly
hurt?
He snorted. "Pm a false alarm
Nothin' a-tall. He jes' creased me-"
You're so brave" she cried, adj
miringly.
He had never been told this before
He suspected it was not true, but to
hear her say it was mamma TO his hun
CRY soul.
The cab stopped at the house of a
doctor and the shoulder was dressed
The doctor made one pardonable mis-
take.
Get your wife to give you this
sleeping powder if you find you can't
Sleep" he said.
"Y'betcha," answered Johnnie cheer
fully.
Kitty looked at him reproachfully
and blushed. She scolded him about it
after they reached the apartment
where they lived. t
Her new tiance defended himself.
He's only a day or two prema-chure,
honey. 1t wasn't hardly worth while
explainin'," he claimed.
"A day or two. Oh. Johnnie :"
"Sure. l amt gonna wait Wha's
the matter with tomorrow
81 haven't any clothes made" she
evaded. and added by way of diver
sion. II always liked that kinda gold
en- down on your cheeks"
1.-The stores are full of 'em. An we
amt talkin' about my whiskers-not
right now" e.
You're a nice old thing" she whis-
pered, flashing into unexpected dim
pies and she rewarded him for his
niceness in a way he thought alto
gether desirable.
A crisp, strong step sounded out
side. The door opened and Clay came
into the room.
He looked at Kitty. Thank heaven,
you're safe" he said.
johnnie rescued me-" she cried
''He got shot-in the shoulder"
The men looked at each other.
bad, Johnnie?"
"Nope A plumb iii scratch. What's
the matter with you?"
A CLEAN of humOr fitted into the
eyes of the cattleman. Il ran into a
door,"
"Say, Clay" Johnnie burst out, ST
betcha can't guess"
His friend laughed in ambiabIe de-
rision. lob. you kids in the woods. l
knew it soon as opened the door,"
He walked up to the girl and took
her hand. you got good man, Kitty.
I'm wishin' you all the joy in the
world
Her eyes flashed softly. "Don't
know I've got good man, and I'm
going to be happier than deserve"
Tim Muldoon, in his shirt-sleeves,
was busy over a late breakfast when
his mother opened the door of the fat
to let in Clay Lindsay.
The policeman took one look at the
damaged face and forgot the plate of
ham and eggs that had just been put
before him.
"Yuh've been at it again !" he cried.
his Irish eyes lighting up with antici-
patOry enjoyment.
II had a little set-to with friend
Jerry last night" the westerner ex-
planned.
Another? What's the trouble now?"
"You heard about the girl abducted
in an auto from the Bronx?'
"Uh-huh! Was Jerry in that?'
HE was. I'll tell you the whole
story. Tim"
Meet my mother first. Mother
Mr.. Lindsay Yuh've heard me talk
av him."
Mrs. MuldOon's blue Irish eyes
twinkled. She was plump and am
pie woman. and her handshake was
firm and strong.
Il have that. Tim thinks yuh a
xrnodor Mr. iudSay"