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" FOR LOVE OF GRACE
What a disappointed Lover
Would, But Couldn't Do.
"Good nigljt, my sweet wife-to-be"
called George Bond across
9 the veranda .to the orettv little
woman who. stood in the door
He had won her heatt and so
he was very happy. As he swung
jauntily out of the yard' into the
road he whistled loudly a gay
He had just five miles of road
ahead of him, but then, thejiight
was bright wjth moonlight arid
his heart was bright with love."
George had scarcely rounded
the curve about a mile from his
starting point when a figure dart-
ed'into the road a hundred yards
behind him. George was whist
ling so shrilly and such a not of
thoughts were racing through his
" brain that he did not hear the
brush crack, nor did he look
around to see the plated weapon
blink in the moon's rays.
-Ambrose Pierre was a'sure shot
with the revolver, too. He had
hated George since he "found he
was winning Grace from him.
.That very afternoon he had
1 sought her hand and hadkfailed
( in his,, errand.' He had followed
his rival nearly a mile and a half,
' storing up 'murderous" thoughts,
when they came to an abrupt rise
in the highway. As George reach
ed the top of this he paused a mo-
ment to look on the scene of beau
ty about him. His figure stood out
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sharply and black" against the face
of the setting moon. The worst
kind of a shot could have picked
him off at that distance and with
Pierre raised his gun. The
moonlight scintillated along the
barrel. Just a twitch of his fin-'
ger and his rival would be no
more. George started forward
again. Ambrose tried to pull the
trigger, but somehow he could
not do it.
MD n," he sulked to himself
as he realized his weakness and
that his opportunity had passed,
for Bond had nqvJproceedecf and
was out of sight, cut still he pur
Another mile and another op
portunity presented itself, but
Pierre waagain too weak for the
morbid work he had planned.
He was furious with himself
"I must get him," said he, as
he glowered at the figure faintly
This time Pierre left the road
and lay in wait at the edge of
Bond's yard. He was carefully
secreted in the thick brush not
morethan three feet from the
r His heart sounded like the
drumming partridge, as it beat
wildly against his breast.
Hark! The footfalls of George
Bond are plainly audible now. In.
a few (moments he will pass the
ambush of-his rival. T.
Here he is ! Pierrewhipped up
his gun, took carefuL aim and
fell back in a faint
Ah, Pierre was not meant for a;
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