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comfortable snooze of many a year.
Nellie ran out to meet her father
when she saw him coming. He drove
up in the wagon he used doing odd
hauling jobs about town.
They were poor, but Nellie was
saving up what they could for a great
purpose. She was engaged to a
young man, Warren Leighton, who
had gone west and had taken a farm.
-He was now building a home, and his
fiancee and her father were to come
to him in August and settle down to
a peaceful, happy life.
"Don't unhitch the horse, father,
please," Nellie hailed her father:
"Why not, dear?", asked Mr.
"We have a guest, a poor, broken
down fellow, who needs our help
sorely," and Nellie told her story.
"Dear soul!" spoke her father ten
derly, "no wonder Warren loves you
as dearly as I do. I will see that the
man is taken safely on his way."
Weary Sikes was helped into the
wagon. Nellie pressed a bright half
dollar into his hand.
"Oh, miss, I couldn't take it, indeed,
no!" he remonstrated.
"You must!" insisted Nellie. "It
will take you on your way to your
mother. Oh, I do hope you will be
in time to receive her blessing."
"J. don't deserve it," and Weary
broke down sobbing.. "And you,
miss, it seems as if your kindness has
nieltd all the badness out of my
poor old weary heart."
And Nellie, sweet pitying angel
that she was, stood waving her hand
to the poor old derelict until the wag
on was out of sight
It was a month later and Nellie
was leaving the house to make a
farewell visit to a neighbor. Her face
was all smiles, filled with a glowing
soul of happiness. All the arrange-
ments had been made to leave the
town. The horse and wagon had been
sold, a purchaser found for the lease
of the house and its furniture. In
her pocketbook, lying on the table,
How carefully had the little sum
been saved! Dime by dime it had
been accumulated the means to
take them to the hard-working, am
bitious Warren Leighton in the west.
Just about to put on her hat, Nellie
drew back withi a start and a thrilL
Two men had crowded through
the open rear doorway. Before
Nellie could run or cry out, one had
sprung forward and pressed a hand
kerchief over her lips, lied it into a
gag and forced her back into a
"Tie her till we've looked over the
place," he growled, and Nellie faced
herself helpless and beyond the
power ol an outcry.
"Look here, Bill " spoke the other
man, discovering Nellie's purse on
the table and holding it open. "Hun
dreds, pal; a rich haul!" Then he
placed it on the table agaih, chuck
ling. "Must be rich, these folks," he
went on. "Come, we'll investigate
for more loot upstairs."
Nellie could not free herself. She
sat mute, terrified. Her heart felt like
lead, as she reflected that all her
hopes of -the "Golden West" were
shattered by these cruel, lawless
At just that moment a man
slouched down the street He was
a prototype of Weary Sikes in man
ner and appearance. He eyed each
home, particularly the one where
Nellie lived. Then his glance fell
on the gate post He stooped down
and scanned closely the faded red
chalk symbols that Weary Sikes had
"It's the place girl named Nellie,
last name Wayne," muttered the
tramp., "Hope J get a good meal for
doing this errand for Weary Sikes.
He went to the rear door; it stood
open. He peered into the room be
yond, his eyes goggled. He started
to where Nellie sat Her eyes at
tracted him pleadingly. He heard
gruff voices upstairs, he compre
hended that something was wrong.
"What is it?" he whispered to Nel-