The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1925-05-21

menace. / want to come and get you
then, Brena-if you love me-"
Love you, Peter?' She buried her
face in her hands.
He stood before her, looking down,
and his hands would have taken her
head between them if he had permit
ted them to exercise a will that direct
ed them as if flesh and bone and
sinew had vwolition of their own.
Il love you, Peter?" she said, with
out looking up. "Why, l owe you as
never knew love could be-"
"Then you help me to be strong" he
commanded. 'eWe've got to be Spar
tans now. You're going back to Be-
conshire today-I'm going to America
ON the first boat that l can get-pas-
sage or stowaway."
She looked up amazed.
81 want this scrap of paper he
said. 81 want the keys, If you've got
'em, of that house up the Hudson. !
want a letter to Lanfrew, the lawyer.
l want your permission to do anything
/ want-burn the house down, per-
haps. l may cable you for more facts
If l want them. I'm going out now to
cable some persons on my W list,
Brena.'
1T is useless" she said YEARLY.
you forget I've had nearly four years
of it-leading nowhere, explaining
nothing, dear. 1t will only cause me
new humiliation-perhaps drag my
name"
mo it won't" he said. "I'm going
to do the job myself"
please" she began.
Peter smiled grimly as he held up
his hand.
"Well, I'm no detective, Brena, I'll
admit. l am glad to be able to tell you
that l am not a master mind, or a great
analyst or any other kind of a red or
yellow-bound sleuth. / didn't even look
for wireless apparatus in Central park
before l joined the army. Spies and
mysteries pore me to DEATH"
He chuckled, however, as If glad
that he was alive.
I'm more or less an idler whose
time Is almost all taken up in n way
or another. I'm q New York bachelor
on the loose who has written a little
verse and killed a few Germans, for
which l have suffered a definite nausea
afterward, as / would not confess to
anyone else. I'm no unraveler of tan
gled skeins. But"
She took his hand and pressed it's
back against her cheek.
'But-!" Peter repeated. But
I'm going to let some sunshine in upon
this thing If l break my neck-there's
only one thing that's hard
She asked him to tell her.
"To leave you,' he said. tits going
to tear the roots like pulling up
grass"
Brena, arising, threw the wrap aside
and paced back and forth, as he had
paced, with her hands examining each
other as If they were strangers met
for the first time. When she stopped
her great eyes were wet and filled with
the old look of fear.
"You shall not throw yourself away,
Peter" she said with a breaking voice.
Nonsense
"But you don't know, Peter!'
"All that you know
"If it happened to you
"Yes?" asked Peter with his lips
closing tightly over the question.
1T would no longer be fear alone,
Peter; it would be grief too great to
He was silent: perhaps shaken for
the moment.
She ran to him, Selling his coat, his
wrists. his neck, one after the other,
as if no strength was hers to hold him
Don't said he.
She was still.
81 shall do as l said, Brena. No
harm will come to me-. None ever does.
[ shall do it alone if need be. Or we
do it together. How's your cour-
age?"
She looked long and searchingly into
MS steady blue eyes.
"What do you want me to do, Pc
81 want you to write those letters
for me. That's all l need now. |
want you to go back to Be%conshire and
till you hear"
"Hear from your she said in shak-
ng voice.
"Yes-you'll hear from me-" be said.
Why, my Lord, Brena, there's no dam
,er to me. That's grotesque absurdity.
rather wish there were danger. It's
tonicl Anyhow I'll give you my own
awyer's address,"
She glanced once more into his
smile and then, with something 0f the
manner OF a proud mother, she looked
ondly from head to foot of him, at his
can, sinewy figure, at the clearness
II his eyes, the curve at his temples,
he outdoor cleanliness of his skin.
there was a suggestion of possession
n this quick inspection of hers, d
digestion that he was hers as much