Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-10-05
Outlaws of Eden
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By Peter B. Kyne

| feet. naked to the waist, filthy with
road oil, disheveled and bloody and
swollen of face, Nate Tichenor stood
looking on. Swiftly Lorry ran to him;
dirty, oily and CORY as he was, she
took him in her arms and kissed
the calmness of her tone as she asked:
I Are you badly hurt darling"
IT think could do with a week in
bed" he muttered thickly. I'm
punched and kicked apart. Side and
back hurts-broken ribs, 1 think" He
fingered his nose Seems o. K, but
the teeth in my left lower jaw feel
loose Who-who did all the shoot
ing?" ,,,.,, .,oo. ,o-
Good clean shooting" he num-
bled, but too low. Did you get Bah
SOM"
II tried and they wouldn't let me:
But I smashed Henry Rookby's fool
head, dearest. He organized the ruckuS
at Babson's bidding, but If he lives
after the two raps gave him with
the barrel he'll think twice before
tacllling another such job"
Nate Tichenor smiled a terrible
smile. 1--WE backfired on the little cuss,
didn't we, love?" He placed an oily
it gently upward. You'll do. You're
a mans woman. I'm going over to
the curb now and sit down before I
fall down. # anybody takes me from
behind shoot him-and shoot high and
for the middle this time. I'm all out
of patience Look after old Rube."
Rube needed looking after, indeed.
He was unconscious and a three-inch
slit in the top of his ingenious head
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his share of punches and kicks before
Lorry Kershaw's bullets had dropped
his sssailants on top of him. The two
doctors carried him over to the little
grassy strip that ran parallel with the
sidewalk and laid him out thereon.
then turned to look after LorryS vic
tins. AS they sat up. Joe Brainerd
photographed them. When that was
done he wrote the names of the fallen
on fragment of copy paper and. in
his mind, began arranging the lead for
this. his biggest news story.
Get a truck out of that garage,
Joe" Doc Donaldson ordered. end
We'll haul our trade over onto the grass
under the shade trees in the plaza.
I've used worse dressing stations.
Every mothers son Of them got it
through the foreleg and some OF the
said legs are busted. I only wing
| I4PPSd Says O4lS-lIlG llIIlC hlASIl.
you've got to grant her the great
gift Of charity, Doc. And tremendous
forbearance."
Rats. She was saving them for the
| hangman. Hello. her hired man is
beginning to take an interest in
Mr.. Tenney's little round baleful
eyes had, indeed, commenced to flicker,
Lorry bent over him and raised his
| burly head to her shoulder. How
about you, old-timer?" she crooned.
Shot all to pieces, but not fatally"
Mr.. Tenney murmured slowly. Where
was you, boss, when the shootin' start
ed? I figured you to guard rnys rear. "
II guarded it, never fear, Rube. I
did all the shooting"
81" Mr.. Tenney murmured. "Sorry.
Spoke out O. my turn. reckon. I'll
be up in minute; I'll make hand
yet"
A small boy came running down the
boulevard as If pursued by a demon.
There's some fellers over to the Office
| of the Register smaShin' things up
he screeched.
Lorry dropped Rube Tenney as If
his big body was scorching her and
ran for the office Of the Register, a
block away.
AS she came painting to the front
| door she saw a dozen men inside, with
axes. They had smashed the editorial
desk and the counter in the business
Office, pied the type for the next issue
of the Register, upset the fonts Of
| type and smashed them and were busy
wrecking the linotype when the girls
voice reached them above the clang
of axes on metal
Put 'em up!''
They whirled, facing her, and before
the menace of her gun their hands
went Skyward. Thus she held them
until Brainerd arrived with his camera.
Mug 'em, Brother Brainerd," she
commanded. STEADY, boys. Not a
move out of anybody. I'll put bullet
through the hand of the man that
spoils this picture. This IS a time ex-