Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1935-12-12
Sport,

"Sport,
Besides my ambition to kill man
in the cool of the blood (Which is sat
isfied and cured let me tell YOU'D, I've
wanted to play god to people loved.
It isn't going to be so very godlike
unless I get away with it. 1t was
tough standing you in the corner so
long. But the thing was no soap unless
it embodied the latest aerodynamic
principles There wasn't much time to
read up on those during our slight
buggy ride of the other night; and I
had HI of time getting your girls
unconditional promise to go straight to
you-before the fireworks
"The police get my confession today,
as near perfect example of the con-
fessor's art as an old legal friend can
make it. You're left out of everything
entirely. They'll have to see Barry, ]
guess, but she knows her story YOU'D
be surprised how tough it is sometimes
to whip the truth into plausibility).
The thing may not be watertight, so
I'll be watching in the bushes till it's
over; and If anything blows up, I'll
take care of it. You stay out of 1t.
For Barry's sake, your fathers, mine,
anybody's. Do me that one holy favor,
Hal. Don't go chivalrous on us. 1t
would wreck the works
Enclosed please find documents,
which hide under some lonely cobble-
stone till everything's in the bag, then
burn. Here are kilograms about who
you are and aren't, and that incrimina-
ton the late Martin Crack got from
Barry's father.
do this for me too, sport, will you?
The first three days of the next month
after it's all over, run Personal in
the Chicago Tribune, addressed .'Colo-
nell saying you're married, what town
you're living in, and whether your IA
theirs N. Y. bank is good place to
write you congratulations.
'Some day we'll hoist couple more,
and I'll tell the kids about Wyoming.
Hasta la vista; and good luck, you
lucky guy: but always be sure there's
one old railroad man whe believes you
rate it. K"
Hal looked up at Barry when he had
finished. And quietly she explained:
"He killed him, Hal, and then he went
down to the street and stood there for
an hour-to keep me from going in. 1t
had taken me SO long toto find my
courage"
Her head was up, the grace of it's
carriage unoppressed by anything that
had happened or nearly happened, in
vulnerable to shame and fear and re-
morse because the bravery behind her
eyes could not invite those things The
beauty of her face was so simply, so
wonderfully arrived at: the white,
straight nose; the faint indrawing of
her smooth cheeks that seemed to make
her untouched lips push very little
forward; the clear candor Of her eyes
that wanted to show him anything he
should desire; the direct curve Of eye
brows and the white forehead;- the
rich, parted flow Of gold so simply end
ed in the thick upturnings at her neck.
Whether it was more painfully beauti-
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or to believe her dream, Hal couldn't
tell. He knew he would risk nothing
Of that beauty again-ever, in the
smallest way. 1t might still be the
boat for Australia. And in the mean
time, in case the police
Barry" Hal said in the crispness
Of immediate necessity, "the first thing
you've got to do"
Her cool hand came against his
mouth. "The first thing" she said,
her quiet voice near huskiness, her
clear eyes untouched by his concern:
more important than any old I'M
shaver thought of yours" She bent
over in quick, supple grace and whis-
pered at his ear, "Hal, do you love
me?"
TTHF END1