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A BAREFOOTED BRIDE
By Gertrude May Sheridan.
' A fairer picture Burt Daws6n fan
cied he had never' seen, and for a
minute or two he -paused, screened
iby the leafy verdure. A girl, tall,
fair, bad filled her pitcher at the
spring." Ere she took it up to carry
it to the house, two hundred yards
distant, she stood looking into the
Stood at the One Window.
face of the radiant sunset. A golden
haze surrounded her. In her simple
gown, classic, as that of some Roman
maiden, her lithe, willowy form, the
bare feet 'not ven sandaled, she re
minded one of some naiad posing for
portraiture in imperishable marble.
Her eye brightened as young. Daw
son stepped into view. All the lines
of face and form became more dis
tinctly human and expressive. She
seemed to realize that his presence
filled out the -picture with a new and
"I start on my mission In- the
morning," he said. "It wijl seem a
lonely jaunt, more of a wilderness
than ever after the., beautiful days I
have passed in this haven of rest-." ,
"ttly uncle has told me," said
Eloise and paused there, a faint
film seemed to dim those beautiful
eyes and a quiver crossed her face.
"He fears you are taking a dangerous
risk, and I "
Again she paused. Her glance
dropped as Burt approached nearer.
He had taken her shapely hand.
"And you?" he intimated gently,
and his tones carried a tremulous
thrill. " , .
"I hope I have not brought you
trouble," she said wistfully. "I wish
that you would not undertake this
perilous mission." Her hands began
to tremble and she placed them plead
ingly upon his arm. The tears came
into her eyes.
It seemed as if she wanted comfort,
sympathy, yes, even protection. He
could not resist the appeal of that
bonny wild rose face. His arm
crept about her as she lifted her
glance. She could not help but
read the earnest lovelight in his
"Don't go," she whispered. "Oh,
for my sake let me go! I. dare
not " '
In amazement Burt felt her tear
herself from his clasp, saw her dart
towards the house like a hunted,
frightened bird. Then he gave a quick
start. Weaving his way in and out
of the dense underbrush, he made
out a skulking form. This Eloise had
seen, this lurking presence had
driven her soul to vjvid alarm, just
within the cherished clasp of the
man who had come into her life like
a gleam of sunlight
There flashed through Burt's mind
as he stood there the picture of a
week past. It was a wild western dis
trict, infested by strangely rude and
vicious characters. There was a
barren, strip on the Oklahoma side of
the country that had been a a place