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THE CODE OF TEE HILLS
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capture or to taunt .its living victim. The mounted sheriff was on his way to Jennie's house when she appeared, gun in hand, and indicated by a significant nod of her head that his search was at an end. When he dismounted she exhibited a strange instrument of direct evidence, which he examined closely as they walked along, side by side. It was a chip bearing a bloody inscription in Langdon's handwriting:
"Lee done it."
This was evidence of the highest character, and the last link was found when Jennie led Schuyler to where Lee Hayes lay stretched out, stone dead. A careful examination revealed that the renegade wore a holstered pistol of small caliber — one that exactly fitted the fatal bullet — fastened to his bare leg.
Sheriff Schuyler picked up the murderer's body and threw it over his saddle as he might a bag of meal, then turned to Jennie.
"You have told no one?" he asked in low tones.
She shook her head and murmured that she had not.
' ' Go home to your father, ' ' he commanded.
"When will you want me?" she sighed with resignation.
"As an officer," he whispered, "never!"
She trembled and tried to speak, but could only choke back a sob.
"Go home to your dad," Schuyler implored. Then, as she walked away, dragging her gun behind her, "You and he can comfort each other until the little one comes to brighten the lives of both."
He drew his revolver and fired into the air.
She turned and regarded him with silent wonder, her bosom rising high with emotion.
Schuyler answered her questioning glance by pointing to himself and to his badge of office.
Her face softened as it had in the sun's benediction a few days before, and tender gratitude shone in her eyes.
She understood.
Sheriff Schuyler would claim that he shot the fugitive renegade in the discharge of his duty.
The Sword, the Pen, and the Film
By LILLIAN CONLON
Gilt with glory and red with blood,
Those tales of an early day ; Brave and bold were the songs they sang
When the shining sword held sway ; But, as the centuries drifted by,
Over the hearts of men There crept a change, till a glad day saw
The sword replaced by pen.
The potent pen moved true and sure,
As the swift years sped away, Moulding events and men and kings
As the potter shapes his clay; But again a change is creeping on,
And the day is dawning when A strange new teacher shall take the stage
And the film replace the pen.
For the magic film can weave a spell
Like the touch of a mystic hand, Picturing lore the old can see.
And the youngest understand. For the eye can catch, the brain can grasp,
The throbbing heart can feel Beauty and wisdom, love and truth,
From the Motion Picture reel.