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Was that Gordon passing back and
forth in front of the window? Some­
thing must be troubling him. Was
it because
Jesse
But what a
Black had escaped?
glorious
vindication, of his
belief in the man's guilt had that
afternoon been given! Nothing lacked
there. Why should he be sorry?
Sometimes, she thought he might care
—that day crossing the river for in­
stance ,but he was reserved—he
never said—and it was much, much
better that he did not care, now that
she was going away and would never
come back. There was nothing in all
the world that could make her come
back to this big, bleak, lonesome land
where she belonged to nobody. But
she was sorry for him. He looked sad
and lonely. He didn't belong to any­
body here, either, yet he wasn't going
to run away as she was. Well, but he
was a man, and men were different.
And now she noticed that his head
had sunk down onto his arms. How
still he sat! The minutes passed
away. Still he sat motionless, his face
buried.
It was dark. The yellow gleam
streaming out of the window only
served to make the surrounding dark­
ness denser. The lamp on the table
cast a pale circle immediately in front
of the office. There was no other
flicker of light on the street. Into
this circle there moved a shadow. It
retreated advanced again glided
back in to obscurity. Was it something
alive, or did the moving of the lamp
cause the shadows to thus skip about?
But the lamp had not been moved. It
burned steadily in the same position.
The relaxed form of the unconscious
man was still bent over the table.
Nothing had changed within. Prob­
ably some dog locked out for the night
had trotted within the radius of light.
Maybe a cotton-tail had hopped into
the light for a second. Louise did not
know whether rabbits ever came into
the town, but it was likely they did.
It might have been one of the strayed
cattle wandering about in search of
food. That was the most probable sup-
The Man Lifted His Arm.
position of all. Of coure it might
have been only her imagination. The
little pinch of fright engendered of the
moving shadow and the eerie hour
passed away. Her eyes grew pensive
again. How still it was! Had Gor­
don fallen asleep? He lay so quietly.
Had he grieved himself into slumber
as a girl would do? No—men were
not like that.
Ah! There was the moving shad­
ow again! She caught her breath
quickly. Then her eyes grew wide and
fixed with terror. This time the
shadow did not slink away again. It
came near the window, crouching. Sud
denly,. it stood up straight. Merciful
Father! Why is it that a human be­
ing, a creature of reason and judg­
ment, prowling about at unnatural
hours, inspires ten-fold more terror to
his kind than does a brute in like cir­
cumstances of time and place? Louise
tried to scream aloud. Her throat was
parched. A sudden paralysis held her
speechless. It was like a nightmare.
She writhed and fought desperately
to shake herself free of this dumb
horror. The cold damp came out on
her forehead. Afterward she remem­
bered that she knew the man and that
it was this knowledge that had caused
her nightmare, of horror to be so un­
speakably dreadful. Now she was
conscious only of the awfulness of not
being able to cry out. If she could
only awaken Mary! The man lifted
his arm. He had something in his
hand. Its terrible import broke the
spell of her speechlessness.
"Mary! Mary!"
She thought she shrieked. In real­
ity she gasped out a broken whisper
but it thrilled so with terror and
pleading that Mary was awakened on
the instant. She sprang out of bed.
As her bare feet touched the floor a
pistol shot rang out close by. She
had been trained to quick action, and
iuperb health left no room for cob*
webs to linger in the brain when she
was suddenly aroused. She had no
rieecL for explanations.* The shot was
in
enough. If more was needed there was
the lighted window across the way
and here was Louise crouched before
their own. Swiftly and silently she
seized her revolver from the bureau,
glided to the window and fired threo
times in rapid succession, the reports
mingling with the sound of shattered
glass.
"I think 1 hit him the second time,
Louise," she said, with a dull calm.
"I can't be sure."
She lighted a lamp and began to
dress mechanically. Louise stayed not
to answer. In the hall she encountered
Paul Langford, just as another shot
rang out.
"Go back, Miss Dale," he cried, hur­
riedly but peremptorily. "You mustn't
come. I am afraid there has been
foul play."
She looked at him. It hurt, that
look.
"He is dead," she whispered, "I am
going to him," and glided away from
his detaining hand.
He hurried after her. Others had
been aroused by the nearness of the
pistol shots. Doors were thrown open.
Voices demanded the meaning of the
disturbance. Putting his arm around
the trembling girl Langford hastened
across the street with her. At the door
of Gordon's office he paused.
"I will go in first, Louise. You stay
here."
He spoke authoritatively but she
slipped in ahead of him. Her arms
fell softly over the bowed shoulders.
Her cheek dropped to the dark, gray
streaked hair. There was little change,
seemingly. The form was only a lit­
tle more relaxed, the attitude only a
little more helpless. It seemed as if
he might have been sleeping. There
was a sound, a faint drip, drip, drip,
in the room. It was steady, monoton­
ous, like drops falling from rain pipes
after the storm is over. Langford
opened the door.
"Doc! Doc Lockhart! Some one
send Doc over here quick? Gordon's
cilice. Be quick about it!" he cried,
in a loud, firm voice. Then he closed
the door and locked it. In response
to his call footsteps were heard run­
ning. The door was tried. Then came
loud knocking and voice demanding
admittance.
"No one can come in but Doc," cried
Langford through the keyhole. "Send
him quick, somebody, for God's sake!
Where's Jim Munson? He'll get him
here. Quick, I tell you!"
He hastened back to the side of his
friend and passed his hand gently over
the right side to find the place
whence came that heartbreaking drip.
Disappointed in their desire to get in
men crowded before the window
Louise stepped softly forward and
drew the blind between him and the
mass of curious faces without. She
was very pale, but quiet and self
possessed. She had rallied when
Langford had whispered to her that
Gordon's heart was still beating. The
doctor rapped loudly, calling to Lang­
ford to open. Paul admitted him and
then stepped out in full sight of all,
his hand still on the knob. The late
moon was just rising. A faint light
spread out before him.
"Boys," he cried, a great grief in his
stern voice, "it's murder. Dick Gor­
don's murdered. Now get—you know
what for—and be quick about it!"
They laid him gently on the floor,
took off his coat and cut away the
blood-soaked shirts. Louise assisted
with deft, tender hands. Presently
the heavy lids lifted, the gray eyes
stared vacantly for a moment—then
smiled. Paul bent over him.
"What happened, old man?" the
wounded man whispered gropingly. It
required much effort to say this little,
and a shadow of pain fell over his
face.
"Hush, Dick, dear boy,"v said Lang­
ford, with a catch in his voice. "You're
all right now, but you mustn't talk.
You're too weak. We are going to
move you across to the hotel."
"But what happened?" he insisted.
"You were shot, you know, Dick.
Keep quiet now! I'm going for a
stretcher."
"Am I done for?" the weak voice
kept on. But there was no fear In it.
"You will be if you keep on talking
like that."
Obeying a sign from the doctor he
slipped away and out. Gordon closed
his eyes and was still for a long time.
His face was white and drawn with
suffering.
"Has he fainted?" whispered Louise.
The eyes opened quickly. They fell
upon Louise, who had not time to
draw away. The shadow of the old
sweet smile came and hovered around
his lips.
"Louise," he whispered.
"Yes, it is I," she said, laying her
hand lightly on his forehead. "You
must be good until Paul gets back."
"I'm done for, so the rest of the
criminal calendar will have to go over.
You can go back to—God's ceuntry—
sooner than you thought."
"I am not going back to—God'a
country," said Louise, unexpectedly,
She had not meant to say it, but she
meant it when she said it
"Come here, close to me, Louise,
said Gordon, in a low voice. He had
•forgotten the doctor. "You had better
—III op if yon doo't,. Closer still
I Wtmt jO*f tJ^-biss
1
before Paul
geis back."
l.ou.»ogt-\v Sh gl »ni.ed hes­
itatingly at the doctor, timidly at the
new lover in the old man. Then she
bent over him where he lay stretched
on the floor and kissed him on the
lips. A great light came into his eyes
before he closed them contentedly and
slipped into unconsciousness again.
Langford rounded up Jim Munson
and sent him across with a stretcher,
and then ran upstairs for an extra
blanket off his own bed. It was bitter­
ly cold, and Dick must be well
wrapped. On the upper landing he en­
countered Mary alone. Something in
her desolate attitude stopped him.
"What's the matter, Mary?" he de­
manded, seizing her hands.
"Nothing," she answered, dully.
"How is he?"
"All right, I trust and pray, but hurt
terribly, wickedly."
He did not quite understand. Did
she love Gordon? Was that why she
looked so heart-broken? Taking her
face in his two hands, he compelled
her to look at him straight.
"Now tell me," he said.
"Did I kill him?" she asked.
"Kill whom?"
"Why, him—Jesse Black."
Then he understood.
"Mary, my girl, was it you? Were
those last shots yours?" All the ri­
otous love in him trembled on his
tongue.
"Did I?" she persisted.
"God grant you did," he said, sol­
emnly. "There is blood outside the
window, but he is gone."
"I don't like to kill people," she said,
brokenly. "Why do I always have to
do it?"
He drew her to him strongly and
held her close against his breast.
"You are the bravest and best girl
on earth," he said. "My girl—you are
my girl, you know—hereafter I will
do all necessary killing for—my wife."
He kissed the sweet, quivering lips
as he said it.
"Why, Jim!" cried Langford in sur­
prise. "I thought you had gone with
the stretcher."
"I did go," said Jim, swallowing
hard. He shifted nervously from one
spurred foot to the other. "But I
came back."
He looked at Langford beseechingly.
"Boss, I want to see you a minute,
ef—Mary don't mind."
"I will come with you, Jim, now,"
said Langford with quick apprehen­
sion.
"Mary"—Jim turned away and
stared unseeingly down the staircase
—"go back to your room for a little
while. I will call for you soon. Keep
up your courage."
"Wait," said Mary, quietly. There
were unsounded depths of despair in
her voice, thought it was so clear and
low. "There was another shot. I re­
member now. Jim, tell me!"
Jim turned. The rough cowboy's
eyes were wet—for the first time in
many a year.
"They—hope he won't die, Mary,
girl. Your father's shot bad, but he
ain't dead. We think Black did it
after he run from Gordon's office. We
found him on the corner."
Langford squared his broad shoul­
ders—then put strong, protecting arms
around Mary. Now was he her all.
"Come, my darling, we will go to
him together.'
She pushed him from her violently.
"I will go alone. Why should you
come? He is mine. He is all I have
there is no one else. Why don't you
go? You are big and strong—can't
you make that man suffer for my
father's murder? Jim, take me to him."
She seized the cowboy's arm, and
they went out together and on down
the stairs.
Langford stood still a moment, fol­
lowing them with his eyes. His face
was white. He bent his head. Jim,
looking back, saw him thus, the dull
light from the hall-lamp falling upon
the bent head and the yellow hair.
When Langford raised his head, his
face, though yet white» bore an ex­
pression of concentrated determina­
tion.
He, too, strode quickly down the
stairs.
(To be continued)
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