Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1928-12-06

stood his silent eyes, and something
she saw In them, about as long as she
could stand them and keep her
senses. "And," she said. dropping
her own eyes before him, "Tm just
going"
Don't be in a hurry" he suggest.
ed, standing exactly in the doorway
through which she was trying to
make her escape.
"Oh" she exclaimed for the
fourth or fifth time-and her eyes
bulked large with fear and apprehen-
sion. II must 60 to the doctors room
now-his bed isn't made yet"
II Christie's burning cheeks and
distressed manner were to be be-
lieved, this fact pictured a terrible
situation. But 1t did not impress Sci.
wood. AS Christie showed fright he
showed composure.
IF Doc Carpy ever saw his bed
made, he wouldn't know where to get
into it," he retorted unfeelingly. HE
sleeps In a buffalo robe. Christie"
he added, I'D like little talk with
you. Do you remember the morning
met you and your father on the
Crawling Stone trail?"
Christie spoke up promptly. I'm.
deed, do"
Il picked up girls shoe that morn
ing on the trail. I thought 1t was
about the prettiest shoe I'd ever seen.
There was horseshoe lying there on
one side Of the trail and this girls
shoe on the other. I'd had nothing
but horseshoe luck all my life out
here, and it had been rotten luck. So
thought I'd take chance on that
girls shOe-and picked 1t up."
Christie laughed. 'What an ideal
And what did you do with itY
1--WE got 1t. And what I want to
find out from you right now and right
here is, what kind of luck it's brought
me. Sit down minute, will your
Christie, somewhat fiustered, dill
sit down.
II said to myself" continued Sell
wood, ut must be nice girl that
owned that shoe. And If could find
her-and ever get some things In my
own life Strengthened out-rd ask
her whether she'd marry me"
He seemed to be running out Of
words and ideas, and Christie came
to his aid. "Well, of course, hope"
her eyes fell-"it's my shoe, John.
It's going to be a terrible tempta-
ton toto claim 1t. Couldn't we
make believe it's mine, John, any
wayT
do you really want 1t to be yours?"
Christie looked up very simply.
''How could l want 1t to be any one
else's, John?"
Five minutes later Doctor Carpy's
loud whistle echoed up the hallway.
Christie Fyler, in SelwOod's arms,
started like a frightened fawn. She
tried to break away, and could not
"JohnI" she whispered frantically.
"Some ones coming! Let me gol"
pleadingly up. He would not release
her. Hes downstairs" murmured
Selwood reassuringly. There's no
body at all up here"
you'll start your arms bleeding
again, john" she whispered In alarm.
81 can't get a BREATH"
"Christie p Selwood looked down
at her face, her head cushioned in the
hollow of his arm. "rve got to tell
you this, too-rm dead broke"
She laughed-who as well as lovers
can face the world broke? II guess
everybody is broke in Sleepy Cat,
John. Then, besides risking your
precious life for me, you've had
| terrible misfortune-they burned your
hall, didn't they, John? And you lost
everything"
He looked down at her. Christie"
he said seriously, II suppose you'll
be willing to prove property by letting
me try that shoe on you to see II It
| fts?"
"Oh, it. isn't necessary to bother
you'll can try 1t on, myself"
IF you'll let me try it on you, I'll
tell you secret"
"Go ahead, then"
II burned the hall, myself Yes"
he continued, as she looked at him
amazed. "Why? WE'LL was done
with it-and everything in 1t. All
that's behind me, Christie"
There was just an instant Of breath
lessness. Then she tipped up on her
toes just as high as she possibly
could, and flung her arms as far as
she possibly could around his neck,
and smothered the rest of his words.
Continued Next Week.