Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1934-08-09

"All right-Dut tomorrow, after
you've thought it over and made GER
tain Nate is dead" the doctor objected.
"Come now, don't be little wildcat.
You've killed enough men for today"
Il haven't killed anybody. I've just
wing-tipped Them" Lorry protested
sobbingly. I've run the Kershaw
brand on them, SO they can't get away
and Wen catch them and hang them;
but Babson dies today"
The doctor twisted the loaded pis-
tol out Of her grasp. He'll keep, l
tell you, Miss Kershaw," he roared,
and shook her roughly. "And If Tiche-
nor hasn't been killed, Babson belongs
to him."
Her fury passed as suddenly as 1t
had mounted. You're right, doctor,
that scoundrel will keep. No good
killing him unless the jobs worth
while" She looked up at him with
brimming eyes. "But If his people
have killed Nate Tichenor, they've
killed my promised man and If they've
killed RUDE Tenney they've killed my
hired man-and that's a killing mat
ter with the Clan Kershaw. We don't
forget" she painted. I'VE pay our
debts. Oh-oh-oh, If Owen were only
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS this mob into
the hills"
Heres shoulder to cry on, GIRL"
Joe Brainerd told her. doc, on your
way. Babson's work Is done and
yours is just commencing"
In a minute Lorry pulled herself to-
gether. "Cry-babyl I hate cry-babies."
she ground out rebelliously. "Give me
my gun, Mr.. Brainerd"-for the doctor
had handed the weapon to the editor
"and I'll promise not to kill anybody
except in self-defense."
He returned the gun, and the girl
started resolutely up the street. At
the scene Of the oil-and-feather cpl
sode, Doctor Donaldson, assisted by
his lone colleague in Valley Center,
was dragging RUDE Tenney clear Of
the fallen; standing aside, swaying on
his 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 him
and Joe Brainerd marveled at the
calmness Of her tone as she asked:
"Are you badly hurt, darlingT
ST fhfnk I OOr11d do NTH n xx,1al, d,
bed" he muttered thickly. I'm
punched and kicked apart. Side and
back hurts-broken ribs, think" He
fingered his nose. Seems o. K. but
the teeth in my left jaw feel loose.
Who--who did all the shooting?'
II did, sweetheart. Who'd shoot for
you if / Wouldn't"
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 l gave him
with the barrel he'll think twice before
tackling another such Job"
Nate Tichenor smiled a terrible
smile. I'VE backfired on the little
cuss, didn't we, love" He placed an
oily finger on her adorable nose and
pressed 1t 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. If 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."
RUDE needed looking after, indeed.
He was unconscious and a three-inch
slit on the top of his bald head
told the story. Also he had received
his share of punches and kicks before
Lorry Kershaw's bullets had dropped
his assailants 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 Lorry's 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 truck out of that garage,
Joe," Doc Donaldson ordered, "and
Wen haul our trade over onto the
grass under the shade trees in the
plaza. I've used worse dressing sta
tons. Every mothers son Of them
got 1t through the foreleg and some of
the said legs are busted. I only wing
tipped them,' says she-the little
| vixen"
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
things"
Mr.. Tenney's little round baleful
eyes had, indeed, commenced to flick
er. Lorry bent over him and raised
his burly head to her shoulder. -How
about you, old-timer" she crooped.
"Shot all to pieces but not fatally"
Mr.. Tenney murmured slowly. "Where
was you, boss, when the shootin'