Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1923-08-03

then she made an effort TO rue wi...
out help. Her weakness, however, and
pain in her wrenched arm made the
task laborsome.
Stewart had struck off the trail, If
there were one, and was keeping to
denser parts Of the forest. Majesty's
hoofs made no sound on the soft
ground, and Stewart strode on without
speaking. Neither his hurry nor vigil
ance relaxed until at least two miles
had been covered. The soft ground
gave place to bare, rocky soil. The
horse snorted and tossed his head. A
sound Of splashing water broke the ST.
lence The hollow opened into wider
one through which little brook MUIR
INJURED it's way over the stones. Maj
esty snorted again and stopped and
bent his head.
"He wants a drink" said Madeline.
I'm thirsty, too, and very tired"
Stewart lifted her out of the sad
die, and as their hands parted she
felt something moist and warm. Blood
was running down her arm and into
the PAIN OI IeT manu-.
"Tm-bleeding," she said, a little
unsteadily. "Oh l remember. My arm
was hurt"
She held 1t out, the blood making
her conscious of her weakness. Stew.
arts fingers felt so firm and sure.
Swiftly he ripped the wet sleeve. Her
forearm had been cut or scratched.
He washed off the blood.
"Why, Stewart, It's nothing. l was
only a little nervous. l guess that's
the first time ever saw my own
blood"
He made no reply as he tore her
handkerchief into strips and bound her
arm. His swift motions and his silence
gave her a hint of how he might meet
a more serious emergency. She felt
safe. And because of that impression,
when he lifted his head and she saw
that he was pale and shaking, she was
surprised. He stood before her folding
his scarf, which was still wet, and
from which he made no effort to re-
move the red stains.
Miss Hammond" he said, hoarsely,
ut was mans hands-a Greaser's fin
gernails-that cut your arm. know
who he was. l could have killed him.
But mightn't have got your freedom
You understand? l didn't dare"
Madeline gazed at Stewart, as
founded more by his speech than his
excessive emotion.
my dear boy" she exclaimed. And
then she paused. She could not find
words.
He was making an apology to her
for not killing a man who had laid
rough hand upon her person. He was
ashamed and seemed to be In q tor
ture that she would not understand
Why he had not killed the man. There
seemed to be something Of passionate
scorn in him that he had not been able
to avenge her as well as free her.
Stewart, | understand. You were
being my kind of cowboy. / thank
you"
But she did not understand so much
rs she implied. She had heard many
stories of this mans cool Indifference
to peril and death. He had always
seemed as hard as granite. Why
should the sight of a little blood upon
her arm pale his cheek and shake his
hand and thicken his voice? What
was there In his nature to make him
implore her to see the only reason he
could not kill an outlaw? The answer
TO the first question was that he loved
her. II was beyond her to answer the
second. But the secret Of 1t lay In
he same strength from which his love
sprang-an intensity of feeling which
seemed characteristic of these western
men Of simple, lonely, elemental lives.
All at once over Madeline rushed a
ide Of realization of how greatly 1t
was possible for such man as Stewart
to love her. The thought came to her In
all its singular power. All her eastern
lovers who had the graces that made
them her equals In the sight of the world
we're without the only great essential
Stewart. Nature here struck a just
balance. Something deep and dim In
the future, an unknown voice, called
to Madeline and disturbed her. And
because 1t was not q voice to her In.
telligence she deadened the ears of
her warm and throbbing life and de-
cided never to listen.
us 1t safe to rest little?" she
asked. II am so tired. Perhaps I'll
be stronger If l rest"
"We're all right now," he said. II
can get you home by midnight. They'll
be some worried down there"
"What happenedT
Nothing much to any one but you.
That's the-the hard luck Of it. Flor
ence caught us out on the slope. We
were returning from the fire. We
were dead beat. But we got to the
ranch before any damage was done.
We sure had trouble In finding a trace
Of you. Nick spotted the prints of
your heels under the window. And |
then we knew. had to fight the boys.
II they'd come after you we'd never
have gotten you without a fight. I