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for some men, But not for Crawford.
At seven In the evening he presented
himself at Mrs. Johnson's, door and
She did not know him. at first,
"Won't you "Some in?" she asked
courteously. Crawford noticed that
the ten years had told on her. She
looked haggard and wretched; the
babies were crying and the inside of
the cottage bore an aspect of ex
treme poverty. Excusing herself, El
sie went into the next room and put
the children to bed. Crawford waited.
At any moment, the wife said, John
son might return.
It seemed an age it was really ten
minutes before Mrs. Pierce return
ed. She looked at him closely and
then fell back Into a chair.
'It's you, Donald!" she whispered.
Crawford nodded. The man be
trayed no trace of any emotion what
ever he might have felt
"Then," she said slowly, "you have
come for Tom, I suppose. I know you
are in the police. I have have fol
lowed your life closely since I wreck
Now a flicker of expression ap
peared upon Crawford's face. He an
swered: "Yes, I've come for your husband"
and it is my duty to tell you feat it
wfll do you no good to try to warn
him. If you attempt it I shall put you
under arrest also."
She laughed harshly. "Much good
that would do you," she answered. "I
don' care for myself." She rose and
i drew near him, "But I do care for
Tom," she said. "Do you know he
shot that man to save "his own life?"
"That for the judg6 and jury to
decide," answered Crawford. "My or
ders are to take him to Ottawa."
Elsie Pierce was standing very
close to Crawford and he had risen
also. Her face was almost touching
"Donald, I want you to know some
thing," she said." "I told you I had
wrecked my life. I don't love Tom.
He has made my life a hell for me
ever since I discovered: his real na"1
ture that first month after t)ur mar-
riage. But that killing was not his5 -fault,
-and since then he has lived the
lifeof a hunted animal. Won't you'
spare him for my sake, Donald?" '
"That's for the judge and jury,"1'!
answered Crawford doggedly. 'fj
"Won't you think of our children,1'
"I can't," the sergeant answered! ll
"And I don't dare, Elsie. That would
be playing false with the govern
ment" "Always the government," she an
swered bitterly. "Donald, for the last
time won't you spare him for the
sake of our love? Think, Donald, hu
man justice, is a fine thing, but there
is a higher justice, God's justice, and
if you Mil Tom and leave his children 1
fatherless you'll have to answer for it
at that heavenly bar, Donald for
my sake, hieciause because I love
Her tears had broken idown the
barrier in his heart, and he was hold
ing her in his arms, as. though those
ten years of unhapphjess and shame
had never lain between them. For an
Instant he held her pressed closely
to him. Then he released her and
raised liis head. "I " he began; and
the sound of a revolyer shot rang
through the street
A man" came rushing in.
'Mrs. Johnson," he cried, "you
must come at once. Your husband "
They were at the door. There was
no need to inquire what had happen- .
ed, for the dead body of Pierce was;"
lying limply between the arms of two
men who carried it They set it down'"
inside the cottage. "
"It was Yellow Heel," said one' of"
the men to Crawford. "He had swonP8
to get Tevenge because Johnson hadj
killed his brother. He rode off before'3
anyone could plug him." 'p
"He shot him in Jones'?" Crawford'
asked, and the other assente'd.
"There's a posse" joining. Are you18
going to join?"
"No," answered the sergeant, x6
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