you ?" Bill's eyes clouded as, he
turned away. 4 .
"Ain't yer got nothin' ter say
ter me afore afore" Jim
Hawkins held out his. hand to
SteVe. , v
"Boys'. Steve mumbled, "you
ought to know that-it wasn't me
1-- t ii i r
wny, i woman t narm a. nair 01
nic uiu iiidii a iitou. x' uuvti
touched old man Seton, so help
me God 1"
The men all tunned away but
Tony. He was to strike the pony
with the quirt, making him jump
from under Steye and leave his
body dangling from the tree.
Tony saw that the men were;
not Ibokmg and grabbed Steve by,
therm. Steve writhed' in pain.?
A love affair of Steve's" had arous
ed the Mexican's jealpusy. , Now
was his hour of triumph. i
When Tony let go Steve's arm
a few drops of blood were on the'
brown,' rjoqgh hand. He shud
dered and star W4o wipe it off on
his shirts r" -
- A .ghastjy shriek, catne from
the Mexican and he 'fell to his
knees- TJie men alP looked at
once. Tony's eyes were 'rolling.
"Here, yer 'dirty- hound, get
up J" shouted a man.
"San'ta -Maria ! San taf Maria J"'
moaned Tmy, "eet was nota
heem! Eeet was -nota heem who
killa de ole man! Et wts I I
" Tony!" and he tried . to shrink
(away from the blood yhand. The
.away from the bloody hand. The
stains had formed a cross on
Tony's hand and superstition had
wrung from him his confession.
Steve was lifted from his horse
tenderly. Then there was a smell
of rawhide burning against dried
wood. A shot rang out. A tiny
hole, with a halo of red, appeared
between the greaser's eyes s he
was jerked upward, and Big Bill"3
shoved his gun-back into thdt hoi-
ster. - j
ABOUT PEOPLE fc
lisdlHjHPK k II
This'Jittk boy with the blacg
eyes and black hair,' is Rene, one
of the best little horsemen at
Washington. Rene js the son of
Senor Ballivian of the Bolivian
legation and the-grandson of the
minister from that country. He
was bornjn Bolivia ahd came to
-America when a little baby; npw
he s all of two years arjd six
months. His "dearest possession
is a dapple-gray hobby horse.
o o '
George H. Lorimer'says noth
ing makes a man so polite as a
little competition. Grocery busi- -ness,
yes; love affairs, no George.
The wise mouse never assumes
that the cat's asleep.
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