New Britain herald., 1922-05-03
(Continucd From Our Last Issuc)


 Pm not going to tell-yet. You'v, got to do something for me first I'm in trouble" she was speakinl rapidly now, the words flooding owe her lips between gasps, her eyes set her hands knitting.
 He ran away and left me for thre, days. The fire went out--my baby hysterical laughter broke from he dry lips My baby died, and stil he didn't come. Hc---"
 "Agnes!" Houston grasped he hands. "Try to control yourself Maybe he couldn't get back. Th' storm"
 "Yes, the storm! It's always thu storm. We would have been mar ried-but there was the storm
 Then she halted, for the briefes part of a moment. to become suddenl, madIy cajoling. crazily cunning:
 Listen. Barry. You want to know things. I can tell them to you--oh so many Of them. I'll tell them toe If you'll only do this for me. It's my baby--my baby. Won't you prom. ise for me? Take her to priest please, Barry-and have her buried in hallowed ground. Won't you, Bar ry? Do you want me to die too-or do you want me to live and tell you why ] did the things l did? Do you want to know who was back of every thing? didn't do it for myself Barry. It was some one else--Ill help you. Barry. honestly I'll help you.'
 About the murder?" Houston was leaning forward now, tense, hopeful But the woman shook her head
 "No-the lease, and the contract I'll help you about that-if youll help me. Take my baby"
 The man rose.
 "1ll promise, Agnes If you want to help me afterward, well and good. If not-you are free to do as you please"
 The woman had raised eagerly "Then look in box in the top drawer. You'll find a crucilix They they might want to put it on her"
 In mass of tangled, fashioned jewelry, he found the crucifx, it's chain broken and twisted, and placed it in a pocket Then he turned to the grimmer task-and the goodby A half hour later, white-featured, his arms cupped gently about a blanket wrap ped form, he stepped forth into the storm, and bending against the wind turned toward the railroad in obedi~ ence to the hay directions of the sob ping woman he had left behind
 The snowfall was lighter now; he could find his way more easily.
 Black sp1otches against the snow, two figures suddenly had come out of the sweeping veil--a girl and a man. Something akin to panic seized Houston. The man was Lost Wing. The girl was Medaine Robinette.
 Medaine's eyes went with womanly instinct to the bundle in his arms.
 "A baby!" There was surprise in her tone. Forgetting for the mo- ment her aversion to the man him. self, she came forward, touching the blankets, then lifting one edge ever so slightly that she might peer be- meath. Where did you find it? Whose is it?"
 Houston sought vainly for words. And the words seem to come unbid- den:
 Does it matter?"
 "Of course not" She looked at him queerly. T merely thought l could be of assistance"
 You can. Tell me where l can find a priest-the baby is dead'
 Oh" She touched the bundle ever so softly. II didn't know" Then with sudden thought: But her mother. She must need"
 "only doctor ] will try to get Ba'tiste to come out"
 But couldn't T."
 I'm sorry" He felt that he was miring himself hopelessly. He wanted to tell the truth, to ask her aid, to send her back into the woods to the assistance of the stricken woman there. But he could not frame the request Instead, IT cant tell you. I've given a woman my word She wouldn't understand if you went there. With Ba'tiste, it is diff ferent. He is q doctor He has a right. IT."
 uHuCiSldilu, CtlHlc uultlly, dIiti in those two words Houston felt that her opinion had been formed; that to her, he was the father; the quiet form in his arms his own child!
 You are asking something almost impossible. The nearest priest is at a settlement near Crestline."
 "Chestine?" Houston instinctively turned toward the hills, a bleak, for bidding wall against the sky. Will you lend me Lost Wing to run an errand? I want to get Ba tiste- for her." Certainly" She spoke to the Indian in Sioux then and drew away. Houston, point