Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-08-11

Johnnie'a head was "a Kittyi ts sPfor
] mounted pblicsa1anr,wsaAa ~ hn5 tsee ia
Wet from 5ths mist 81 hne rain taii
Ing. rent 20
a ear" she Whispered behatn IN
him so that flying tendrils OF ner -,
hr,,shed his cheek. Are you-ppaaNt'
nu 'He .norted. "I,m a false alarm
Noth,ns n.tail, He jes' creased me;
You're SO brave" she crleo' az
ia ehad never been told this De
fcraS He suspected 1t was noS-trus
hut to-hear her say it was mama :
| hts hungry soul. =,
A1The CAS- stopped at the house =
;. doctor and the shoulder was d 1857
The doctor made n ''ls'
Cot your wife to. give you tn;
s,eenins powder If you find you can
| sleep" he said.
+ Yr'betcha," answered Johnnie
lu1 W,,tv looked at him reproachfully
and blushed. She scolded him aoou.
r. after they reached~th the apartment
"1 Her new nance defended himself
"Je,s only a day or two prema-cnure
honey. 1T wasn't hardly worth
explaininn'," he claimed.
ia day or two. Oh. Johnnie!.
sure. / amt gonna wait. e"Shas
the matter with tomorrow?
II haven't any clothes d sne
evaded, and added by way OF dlve.-
sion, II always liked that KINDA goio-
en- down on your cheeks,".\. A.,
1.-The stores are full OF EN-: An
We amt talkin' about my
not right now
pered. flashing into unexpected aim
ples and she rewarded him for his
niceness in a way ne. thought alto
A crisp. strong step sounded out
side. The door opened. and Clay
came into the room
He looked at Kitty. THANK heaV-
en-. 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. Wha's
the matter with you?"
A CLEAN of humor fitted into the
eyes Of the cattleman. Il a into a
door" w.
"say, Clay" Johnnie burst out. II
betcha can't guess"
His friend laughed in amiable de-
rision. "Oh, you Kids in the. woods.
I knew it soon as I opened the door
He walked up to the girl and took
her hand. You got a. good man.
Kitty. I'm wishin' you all the Joy in
the world"
Her eyes flashed softly. Don't
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 flat
to let in Clay Lindsay.
The policeman took n 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." ne cried,
his Irish eyes lighting up with IN
ticipatory enjoyment.
II had a little set-to with friend
Jerry last night" the westerner ex-
planned.
Another: What's the trouble
you heard abont the girl apduct.
ed in an auto from the Bronx"
"Uh-huh! Was Jerry in that"
He I'll tell you the whole
story, Tim"
Meet my mother first. Mother
Mr.. Lindsay. Yuh've heard me talk
av him" \
Mrs. Muldoon'sN blue Irish eye,
twinkled.. She was a plump and am
pie woman, and her h%andshake wa
firm and strong.
II have that. Tim thinks yuh ,
wonder. Mr.. Lindsay"
Clay told the story of his encountA
with Durand on the train and Of hi
subsequent meetings with him at tn,
Sea Siren and on the night of tn,
poker party. He made elisions ant
lamentations that removed the bed
room scene from the tale.
IS that's when yuh me Annie
Millikan," Tim said. II was won
derin' how yuh knew her"
That's when ! met her. She's on,
n glSl, Tim. a sure-enough thor
oughbred. She has fought aeains
neavy odds all her life to keen goo
and honest. And she's done it."
She has that" agreed Mrs. Null
doom. heartily. annie is a good girl
always liked her"
I'd bet my last chip on Annie s,
last night l went straight to her, sh,
wouldn't throw down Slim Jim. hu
she gave me an address. I went Their
and met Durand."
With the gang?" asked Tim.
NO; I waited till they had eone
| locked myself in a room alone viii
MIN. He took eight shots at me i,
dark and then we mixed, =
"Wou hate him! I can see if !,
your eye!" cried Muldoon, poundin,
n table so that the dishes Jumped
You'll have to ask him aho,
tnat.' Clay passed to more tn1nor
tant facts. When I reached hnnoe
Kitty was there. They had dronna,
away sac get
That's good"
But Tim-when Annie Militia,
gave me the address whore Jerry n,
rand was, the driver Of nv tax; s.1
her. The man was Slim lin
Muldoon sat up. a serious 1ook a,
mis- lace. Man, yuh split the beon
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