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A WILLFUL MAID
By Victor Redcliffe
(Copyright, 1917, W. G. Chapman.)
"Go! If I ever see ybiron these
premises again I'll well, I fancy you
know what I can do."
Like a slinking cur the loudly
dressed, bediamoned Vance Burlin
game skulked from the Otley farm.
Big, brawny John Raymond never
took his eye from him. He could
have crushed the obnoxious visitor
at a swoop of his mighty fist. He
refrained because he knew that from
near curtain Nellie Otley was
watching him, and that his next task
would be to bring her to reason. He
faced the ordeal manfully;
As her would-be lover vanished
Nellie came out of the house. Her
step was hasty, her eyes flashing,
her lips trembling. She was angry,
defiant and well nigh on the point of
"How dared you!" Nellie cried, and
stamped her foot
"I never flinch from a duty," spoke
John, quietly, but with decision.
"I heard what you said to Mr. Bur
lingame." John smiled grimly. He was about
to say something about that fantas
tic name, yet thought better of it and
"I intended that you should."
"You insulting boor!" she raved;
"you thankless meddler. I shall write
to him, I shall see him."
"Not while it is in my power to
prevent it," declared John resolutely.
"Listen to me, Nellie; you are " his
color heightened, a passionate ex
pression arose to his lips, but he
quietly added: "You are the sister of
my dearest friend. When he went
away to the Mexican border he had
my promise that I would guard you
K j ?Uiharm. Nellie, I must keep
iiV a. red pledge."
"Then I am so bad that I need a
guard a ad you are my appointed jail
er!" crud Nellie, shrilly.
"You are so good, Nellie," cor
rected John gravely, "that we must
shield you from every danger."
"You are a tyrant!" voiced Nellie,
now bursting into tears. "Oh, I know
you are jealous! jealous! jealous!
Don't waste your time. If you were
the only man in the world I would
pass you by with contempt"
She flounced back into the house
with the dignity of a disdainful duch
ess. Her words cut deep. A spasm
Puzzled and Trembling in thfc Pres
ence of a Poorly Dressed Woman.
of mental pain crossed the plain,
honest face of John Redmond. He
had spoken of duty and at the risk
of antagonizing her had offended
her. Love was in his innermost soul
and he felt that he was drifting far
away from its object in acting the
censor and guardian.
John lived on the next place to the
Otley home, with his widowed moth
er. The proximity favored keeping
1 close track of Nellie. She was an