Hyder weekly herald., 1933-10-28
The Man From
 Blaxton
By CLARISSA MACKIE
o. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
 WNU Service

"Were you there, dad?" smiled Al. mira Kent.
 q certainly was-and there was a whole posse with me-" retorted the sheriff buntly. Perhaps we were locking for somebody that you'd been dancing with. my grill"
 Almra paled. Il didn't know it," |. she confessed.
 II asked you. did you go to that dance with Bill Hinker?"
 She flung up her brown head and re- vealed glorious dark eyes fringed with black. "Of course Bill took me-you know l have been out with him be- fore"
 "I know it, Allie. And your mother and have both asked you not to have anything to do with him."
 "If you would only tell me what Bill has done" she hesitated.
 "Well-he has been mixed in all kinds of messes, Allie. The time has come when he has got to be-well, sup. pressed. He drinks like fish-gam bles, morning, noon and night, has been suspected of several holdups, and there were witnesses to prove that he was the masked man who held up the bank on Monday. He has all the brass in the world, daughter, and he must have cleaned up lot of gold from that rObbery-it is wonder that he hasn't asked you to run away with him-he is that kind and the neighbor- hood Is getting too hot for him, I guess!"
 Almira's face reddened deeply. Per haps her father had guessed truly-for she had promised to elope with Billy Tinker.
 And how, her father seemed to un. derstand all about 1t, even to the planed elopement!
 "Who is that man. father?' asked Almira with sudden interest. as rider swept into the gate and dlsmounted from a spirited black horse.
 That? Oh, that's the man from Blaxton," muttered her father and went down the steps to greet him. The two men talked together in low tones and Almira, sewing in her small rocking chair, guessed that 1t was "po- lice business" as she and her mother had grown to call Mir. Rents official business.
 After a little while the man from Blaxton rode away and the sheriff came back to the porch for a moment before calling for his own horse. You better not elope tonight, Allie," he said tersely. As Almira sat there, thinking busily. she heard cautious footsteps, and then, in the small grove of young walnut trees, she glimpsed Billy Hinker's heavy face and motioning finger. Then he dropped down among the walnut sprouts. She did not know that Curly Rob. one of the cowboys, had also seen that brief appearance of young Tinker. and that. even now. he was whispering a message over the house telephone!
 So the girl dropped her sewing and, picking up a magazine, sauntered over to the walnuts where there was seat under the largest tree. Here she sat down and pretended to read but her downcast eyes were fixed on Billy Tinker.
 "Get one of your dads horses for me, Allie,' he whispered hoarseiy. q got to get out of the country right now, see? The sheriff and his posse are after me-see? Do you want me to get pinched?' he asked acutely.
 "Of course not, Billy! But I think If you just tell dad what you told me- about taking the blame for another fellow--he will see you through. I know he will"
 He stared at her. astounded. T don't get you." he said cOntemptuous- ly. You told me that you'd be my girl-and now when I ask you to get me one of your dads horses--to save me--you sit up and yap about some thing else.'
 'I'll get you my own horse, Billy. Poncho is my very own, and have a right to-"
 Get him then!" snapped the young man sharply.
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