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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
KISS ME, LITTLE ONE/' HE PLEADED IN A SOFT, WINNING VOICE.
Westmore held her closely as she cast herself into his arms and sobbingly, told him in broken sentences of the death of his young consin. Jack Crane, dear young fellow. Shot dead ! By some one in a gambling saloon, who had escaped. Westmore soothed her as well as he could. Then bade her go into the bedroom with her little girl in order to give him a few minutes to think out what he should do, without any distraction.
"Don't come out till I call you, Nellie. Just a few minutes to myself. Go, dear. Poor Jack ! The best chap in the world."
The door had scarcely closed on her before Ralstone came excitedly from the kitchen. He had held the door ajar and heard all. He saw that he might shape things to his needs.
"I heard it all ! Listen ! I did it, but it was a fair deal," cried Ealstone, excitedly. "You would have done the same, when the kid charged me with cheating. It wasn't true. I had to get the drop on him. It was only a question of which one was quicker.
But I got the drop on him. I did not mean to kill him. Do you know any man that wouldn't have done the same ? Look here ! She's your wife, and loves you. But the kid's my child. Do you want me to bring disgrace on her? Help me to get away and I'll quit here, go East and so help me God, you shan't ever hear from me again. Or she, either."
"Were you married to her?" Westmore asked thru his clenched teeth.
"Yes, that's gospel truth. Over four years ago in San Francisco. I'll say under oath the little woman's as straight as a string. My fault."
At this moment the chamber door opened, and little Luella came out with a wondering look. Her mother had told her to go and kiss papa, thinking that this would calm him. Mrs. Westmore had closed the door upon the little one, not wishing to intrude upon her husband until he had settled his problem. She fancied the pretty child would help him to do this.
A strange change came over Ealstone. His happy married life, his