Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1922-08-11

You weren't to blame, VIII" sebbed
the girl land the men weren't. don't
think they would have done me any
harm. Ii was the sight OF You, Will,
and the lght-I thought they had
stabbed you"
~ shall be in camp as long rs it's
OPEN" answered Wilton. Don't be
afraid any more. I'll see that no
more OF this stun finds its way here,
And tomorrow I'll make an example
Of the worst of them that won't be
forgotten"
lie Soothed her and soon brought
her back to her normal condition. As
he grew cooler he began TO realize
that, us Molly had said, the men We're
not to blame. In the morning few Of
them would have more than the vagu-
est remembrance OF the affair. Ii
was the alcohol, acting MS a physical
and moral poison on them.
"llow did it happenT" he asked
presently. And how long have those
two outlaws been in the Campo"
They came here n week ago, Wlll,"
she answered. "rhey were very In
%solent, and said that trouble vas com
ing; they made all sorts Of vague
threats against you. They seemed to
want to make trouble for US"
They're here for some object. Mol
ly," said Wilton. "It's to hinder the
work, Of course. but-there's more
to 1t than that"
IL think they want TO brighten us
away from the portage, Will" said
Molly. tom Bowyer has been here
since I returned. He told me that my
father was very III that he was using
his influence to get him pensioned,
and that the best thing we could do
would be to leave the portage as soon
as possible.
"He wanted me to go to Winnipeg
and study stenography, or anything
else l chose. But l told him I couldn't
take any steps without consulting
you"
Good for you, Molly, dear!' said
Wilton.
"He hadn't guessed how things were
between us, for he changed Instantly.
He began to threaten m Q He swore
that should never marry you, and
that he'd drive us from the portage,
He went away mad with rage. When
those two men came | connected their
appearance with him"
"You were right" said Wilton. "But
I don't think they'll show their faces
| here again. And I'll see you every
day now, Molly, dear, why didn't you
write to me? I hoped for a letter
, every day. Why didn't you writer
81 wasn't quite ~sure-you'd want
, me to-" she answered shyly. "You see
VIII, tour cngagement-came about
:. after I nursed you. And I thought,
after you got back to Clayton
I thought-that I'd Just walt"
"You thought that I might change,
Molly?" cried Wilton.
r She nestled close to him. mot real.
/, ", win. But II don't know, but
somehow WANTED TO wait. I hated
so to come back here, with you lying
I so III, and 7 was so worried when
Kitty didn't answer my letters"
"Kitty didn't nsw your
"Only once, when you were nearly
out OF danger. Perhaps that made me
feel that-that I'd better not write t.
a you, VIII. But, of course, all her time
was taken up with caring for you"
y "She ought to have written you,'
said Wilton. "That doesn't sound like
, Kitty. And-Molly, dear" he con
tlnued, thinking Of Kltty's projected
, stay Mt Big Muskeg, "Tve got a sur
prise for you next month. Just about
the thing that would please you best
4 in the world"
And as she looked at him In inquiry
he drew her into his arms and kissed
=, her again. "Promise me, dear, tina
a you will never doubt my love for you,
he pleaded.
!, g" promise. Will" she answered
G looking Mt him with shining eyes
, "Never-never, dear"
9 "Ill have to go, Molly" said VII
ton. "Only until tomorrow, dear. AM
K sleep quietly, because I'll give thos'
men the lesson Of their lives In thu
# morning"