Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, July 23, 1912, Page 6

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Over on the rail fence to the left had come a drawled hail for her to halt, and the click of a trigger pulled back. “That you, Grift Tailer?” called Nan, cheerfully. “What you doing there this time of night stopping folks on their way home?” A laugh came from the gloom of the railing. “I'm just squirrel hunting, Sis." “Don't you call me Sis. You ain't so well acquainted as that. Do you call the schoolma’am down at Bend Sis?" “Bill does.” “Talking some, ain't you, Griff?" “I'm going to do moren talk to- night.” “If he don't get you first" ingly. “le won't get me first taste by now already.” Nan's voice caught a little in her throat, but she was not afraid, “I suppose there are Tallers sitting on fence rails all over Mount Scratch- um tonight waiting for a shot at Bill Ames. Why don't you come oi. in the open road and fight like a man? You all up here have got so used to fighting Indians back awhile, you've forgotten how to face a white man, ain't you? You'll sit up there and shoot at Bill if he comes riding by here, and then go down to Potter's store, and boast of how you fought Bill Ames. You can't fight anyone man size. Guess all you can do is lick your little laothers, and give Molly Ann a clip side of her head now and then.” “I'll glve you a clip some day, Smarty,” said Griff, slowly. “You've got too much red pepper in that tongue of yours.” “You'll give me a clip some day?” Nan leaned back her head and laughed. “Why, you old, stingy, rall fighter, I wouldn't look at your sha- dow.” “Your pop signed papers for you to- day, just the same. You ain't of age yet, honey, so we settled it up be- tween us. That's why I ain’t going to have Bill Ames riding this road any more. He ailn't got straight in- tentions anyhow. Ile's just a trifler. He's putting up one evening at the schoolma'am's, and the next up at your place, and boasting of hls irre- sistible attractions down at Potter's Saturday nights.” ‘Don’t believe a word of it." Nan started Gypsy Belle up again. “Don’t get a night chill sitting on that rail, Grifr.” “Say,"” called Griff, after her, “if you meet Bill and tell him I'm waiting for him, I'll take It out on your pop, un- derstand. And he slgned papers for you to me, honest he did, Nan. And they'll hold too, in law.” But Nan answered not. Straight up the road she went at a canter. The horse knew the way in the dark, and ever since they had left the main road Taunt- He's had a the reins hang slack, while she sang to keep herself company She was not singing now. Not a mile was covered before she heard scrambling and stumbling ahead on the steep rocky road. Nobody lived higher up on Scratchum except her father and herself, and strangers never came that way. Nobody haunted the roads of Scratchum unless he was predes'ined to live there by landing on the county records before he had a chance to call his life his own. Checking the mare, ghe drew to one side of the road. Lumbering down the road came Bill Ames on his white horse, head down, wheezing at every step. DIl stopped and slipped off the saddle with a smothered curse, as the horse crashed down on its shoulder | heavily. “What did you ride him for?" called out Nan one good wheeze, over.” Rill had started back at the sound of a volce so near him, but laugked as he recognized thie owner “Better loan me Gypsy Belle to go | along on, Nan. | certainly need her| tonight.” “What for?" Nan's tone was full of | innocent inquiry [ The youngster tried to together. His 1 w 1 of burst- ing lights and shooting ny, Some- \\hcrc in the muscles around his col- lar bone lay a Tailer bullet. Another had clipped a trall down his back, and | his ear stung as if a hornet had land- ed on it “There's sport on Scratchum | vight, Nan,” he said, clun Tailers are all out ‘coon hu Don't go any ertl"er_ nill .unrz home with me." l vy hard S0 now, and pass pull h|~ wits | “The ng."” Come he retorted. Do you care, an? Honest, do you care? Don't touc Rillie.” k back agalnst the warm side of I can't care for any- Lod: st old Nate Whippley's glrl. Pop's promtzed me, and given | papers on it, ton” | Promised you Grift Tailer. Oh, pillie, don't.” His strong arms held her to him closely. Pre & one cheek against her thick braids of fair hair. he forgot all the Taller tribe, and their ways of ambush : “What do you care for t 1d man, ; or any of t"at lot down e valley, \.\nn honestiy™ he whisiered. “We me, itelle Gypsy to who? TheLoveFeud Nan tightened the rein slightly, and the far below in the valley, she had let: “He'll just give | don't have to live here on old Scratch-’ um the rest of our patural days. [ can get work in any sawmill in the | Cumberlands. Come along with me, and—" Nan's fiugers stole tenderly to his curly hair. stroking it back from his face, and then down to bis coat, and stopped. There was a withered rose + buttonhole of the lapel. 0 gave you that rose, Billie?” urused to the ways of the sex, zimple truth, it this afternoon down at Rocky Benad! “Schoolma'am gave it to you, didn’t | o.her side from me, 0 you can | them both down at Potter’ irday night?” and came across his ears in & x, aud lill stood back. , listen—" Le Low l\ You jest get down that ke your medicine. I reck- t :¢cnse than to come to | a sweet -streak, with that Y «till stieking in your but- to: hole.” A voice came clearly out laurel thicket above her head. “I'll try to hit it the first time, of the! Ity the first Nan.” There wis a blinding flare, a puff of smoke, and Bill tried to push the girl behind him. His shoulder was filled with pain like red hot live wires, but he leveled his gun and fired up at the green laurel. Back came the swift answer, but not so surely. Bill wondered why there was the roar of surging waters in his ears like the Upper Bend in a spring treshet, why he could not see to alm, why Nan kept standing there beside him instead of beating to cover. He fell forward at her feet, and to hit it time, Nan, her face dead white, lips drawn | back from her pretty white teeth, seized his rifle, and lifted it to her | own shoulder. “You clear out of that laurel thick- et, Griff Taller,” she called. “Im do- ing it this time, and I'll get you, too.” Bill's gun sang merrily until Griff yelled for quarter. His face showed faintly in the gloom as he peered out at her. “I called quits, didn't I? shooting.” “Take back what you sald about Stop your she. 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Office: Rocm 7, Deen & Bryant Bnildiry $IOPOTOPAIOIGIOFOIOLO DO 0 CHODOIOBOICIN D D b Billle and the schoolma’am, and give |{ me that paper pop signed,” ordered Nan, calmly. Grift hesitated, looked at her agaln, and dug for the paper. He tossed it down at her feet as she held him cov- ered. “Take it. 1 wouldn't marry you now anyhow, you little wildcat. And It looks like he wouldn't neither. He's dead, ain't he?’ “I don't care whether he's dead or ot,” Nan cried back, passionately. “I won't be anybody else's, I know that.” | She stood motlonless as Grift rode away. He was hurt, she guessed right- ly, and a great gladness swept down over her. She had fought like one of the ploneer women, shoulder to shoul- | der with her mate. Now she knelt be- | side him, and felt for his heart to see | i it was beating. | The mare lowered her head and | whinnied anxiously | “It's all right, Gypsy | told her, the quick sobs coming at last thick and fast. “Blllie, can't you hear me one bit?" She lifted his head on her shoulder, smoothing back his rough curly halr tenderly, pressing her face to his. “Billle, I've got the paper away from him. He can’t hold dad one bit now. And I'll go up into the Cumberland with you, dear. Ab, Blllie, can't you hear me?” i Her volce broke in a low sob, and she bowed her face on his breast. | Somewhere out of the gray mist her | voice reached him, and opened his eyes. “Hush your crying, honey,” he whispered. “I'm just winged a bit. We'll take the Cumberland trall next }weok. you and me.” | “Gypsy Belle, too,” Nan insisted, “Sure. She'll carry the bride,” Bil- lie grinned feebly. Then Nan and | | Gypsy Belle were both silent, the mare | nipping at the laurel branches, and Nan with her cheek pressed close to ‘tho well shoulder Belle,” Nan | Liliputian States. | The Liliputian size of some of the | tk | Starting from to- | She | | GGerman states is well known, but that |1t 1s possible to visit seven of them, |Including two kingdoms, two duchies and three principal in an easy walk of four and a half hours, will | probably be news st people. ich, in Bavaria, | ves in half an hour the pedes 1 1s situated in | Saxe-Meiningen. From here the road | Imads in one and a half hours to | Rauschengesees (Reuss, Elder branch), 1 |after which In a few minutes Gleima, | in Schwarzburg-Rudolstadt, is reached. | Half an hour’s walk takes him to | Alfengesees (Reuss, Younger Branch). | An hour further on lies Drognitz, on | Prussian soll, and the last stage is | | another hour’s stroll, finishing up at ! 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