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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 14, 1912, Image 7

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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.
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