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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 23, 1912, Image 13

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THE END OF A MAN WHO BETRAYED A GIRL TO
FURTHER HIS OWN SELFISH INTERESTS
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Danby smiled as he drew out
the sack of gold dust. and filled
his. pockets with it until he was
fairly weighted. JHe had laid his
plans well. He glanced up at the
cabin. Another minute, and his
yietim would-be his.
Every one in the mining camp
knew that, somewhere in the hills
across the ford, a hunted man
was prospecting for gold, and
that the girl who ca.me in week
ly to exchange dust for food knew
of his hiding place, But it was
no business of theirs. Live and
let live, they said. Bessie, the
outlaw's capture was not worth
the attendant dangers even if
they could find him.
But Danby, the gambler, brok
en and discredited, had written to
the Canadian mounted police of
fering to bring him in for the
standing reward of $2,500. They
had accepted and detailed two of
ficers to wat for the prisoner at
Knoxville, 12 miles away. Near
er they dared not go, for fear of
frightening their quarry.
So weekly, when the girl came
into camp, Danby made love to
her with all the sauvity at his
command. But loyalty outweigh
ed even his" promises of a life of
ease.
Then it was he told her how the
outlaw, under pretense of pros
pecting, spent evenings at Juli
ette's. Juliette, laughing, had
.entered into the conspiracy, for a
few trinkets and conoborated the
story.
"You've slaved for him and
toiled for him, and he's been fool
ing you," taunted Danby. "He's
tired of you. Now, what'll you
do?"
"I'll give him up to you," cried
the girl. "He shall learn that two
can play at treachery."
So the last obstacle was ,
smoothed away. He would be
home that night. Let Danby,
come and take him. But he would'
marry her afterward ?"
Danby swore that he would.
"How's the ice?" he asked.
"Two inches. It'll bear you, but
no more."
"Where is he hiding? The
cabin in the brush at the end of
Eagle gulch? I'll be there at 3
in the morning. And the dust?-'
"In the hollow oak in front of t
the door," cried the girl. "You'll
keep your promise to me?"
Danby had sworn that he
would.
Having filled his pockets with ,
the hoarded gold, he whistled
softly, and x presently the" door t
was unbolted. Danby crept in,
the noose in his hand. The out
law was sleeping heavily upon a
sackbed within. A moment later
he awakened to find the rope
around his neck, and to look into .
the mouth of a revolver.
"Come," said Danby, chuck
ling. "Be brisk. It's a cold walk to

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