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mmmmmmmmmp ' .lm from Massachusetts, while Den ver relieved him of diamond soli taii e. . "For heaven's sake!" groaned .the bridegroom, surrounding coin of the realm. ' - Then Denver prepared to pluck the locket from the'neck of the bride. But, with a tfger-like ges ture, she slapped the Colt froni, his hand. "Now, everybody Tom -"Mr. Barnett strike a blow!" t "What's "the use?" quavered the bridegroom, endeavoring to crawl under the seat. ' The bandit laughed musically and rode alongside, gazing stead ily at the resisting bride. He was a handsome fellow, unmasked, ' black-mustached, curly-haired. "Gad what a spunky goddess !" he muttered. "What a mate for a bucko like me!" I The bride, blushed crimson, 4 with a side glance qfLscorn for. her lhate. The highwayman rode nearer "Come with me," he spoke Yap idly. "Mate with the eagle not I with the worm I have gold and gauds enough for an Inca prin- cess. VWhat-say you, dove pf the lofty eyrie?" He held out one hand, his eyes " flashed. And the bride stood hes itant the hot bjood rushing to her A cheeks. w "It can't be," she moaned. "You " Tcnow it .can't be, Mr. Dick Tur pin!"' And her tones were as one who almost wishes to' be persuad ed. j The highwayman looked long into her face, seeming to read the wild thoughts and- hopes shown there. Then he shook his head sadly and laughed again in a minor key. "Would that it might Have been," he said. "But, here take this and this." He .threw into her lapthe gold and jewels all that the others had ''given and with a kiss thrown; and a wild laugh he rode into the pines. One-eyed Larsen cracked his long whip once more. "If I could have got at my weappn r" began the bridegroom crawling back into his seat. "Bah !" scoffed the bride, fling ing him his watch. She looked back. . "Now that was a man," she sighed. ' . WE THINK IT BUT, Why Don't We Say It. INTAKE BACK 77JESE 5TOlf EtiGS IF I HERE TO I PAY. YOU IN BAD MtyEY VfOVWUU) PtJECT iTjrJ BbbT i' 'tjSii' riiliii i The man who undervalues him self is never overrated by others. -"