Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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THE GYPSY BRIDE 29 WHY NOT COME WITH ME NOW V HE BEGGED "I sha'n't forget," she whispered, lifting his hand and leaning her cheek softly against it. Then she hurried back to the stream, blowing a kiss toward him from the tips of her fingers as he rode away in the direction of Wharton's ranch. Missy was just setting her dainty forefeet on the trail when Carter pulled her up with sharp, sudden rein, which brought her fairly to her haunches. "Old girl," he whispered with dry lips, "do you hear that scream? It's Lola! Go like hell!', and back the little mare sprang over the mossy sod like an antelope of the plains. "Ye '11 meet him on the sly! ye '11 wear his ring! ye '11 marry him, will ye!" and Jean, choking with rage, caught the girl by the throat, as she struggled to rise from where he had thrown her. But Carter was off the mare and upon Jean like a hawk. In a flash the man loosened his hold upon the girl and drew his knife. Back and forth the two men reeled, gripping to the death, Jean striving to cut under with his blade, while Lola knelt beside the stream, her eyes wide with horror. Suddenly Jean fell, a limp, inert mass, upon the mold, and Carter, with a hard sob, caught Lola to his heart. "I shouldn't have let you go," he whispered. "Oh," she sobbed, "if he should be dead!" She leaned forward, searching Jean's face for signs of life, then, seeing returning consciousness, she besought Frank to go. 1 ■ They '11 kill you, I know, I know ! ' ' pointing desperately toward the camp, and she held her fingers close against her lips to still the choking sobs. "But I cant go without you, dear," Carter said softly. She hesitated a breath. Then with one swift look at Jean, she passed up the trail with Carter. Another year had swung around, and young Carter, who had made good under the kindly tutelage of Cy