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PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY
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made a raid on our henhouse, and he set out after them. He found them with the goods, all right. And then, we found him. He had been murdered and robbed ! The boys are wild. I rode like the devil for the sheriff, and put him in possession of the facts, and he is now on his way to look for them ! It is awful !"
Sallie gazed on, horrified.
Allen put his hands over his eyes, as if to shut out the fearful sight.
Suddenly he pulled them down. "Do you know, colonel, that this is terrible? If I find the criminal, I will drill him so full of holes that he will look like a sieve !"
He rose, and strode up and down the room.
The colonel had not said a word. "Are there no clews?" he asked finally, a hard tone in his voice.
''Yes. Thompson's watch. That's all."
"Well, bear up, Allen ; the sheriff will find them, no doubt!"
At that instant Harry appeared at the front with two horses.
Sallie sprang up. "It's time for my canter, daddy," she said, and she stepped out.
Harry handed her up gracefully, and she smiled down at him.
From the window, Allen watched them, with hate in his heart.
They set off at a brisk pace, both smiling over something.
"Did you hear what Allen said?" asked Sallie.
Harry turned to her. "Not a word ; what was it?"
She related the tale, while Harry gazed at her with longing eyes.
"Gosh !" he murmured. "That must have been the same gang that I ran into the other week !"
They cantered on. Soon they came to a stream. Clear, sparkling, and cold as ice it was.
"I feel like a drink," Sallie said.
Harry jumped down, and pulled a folding cup from his pocket. Handing her the cold spring water, he took her unengaged hand, and held it. She finished, and returned the cup. He took her other hand.
"Sallie," he said quietly, but with a world of feeling. "Sallie, I — love you! I cannot contain myself any longer. I must tell you !" He leaned up on tiptoe, and whispered once again, almost fiercely, "I love you !"
Into Sallie's eyes a sparkling light came, and she bent forward impulsively. "I return it. Harry," she murmured, and their lips met.
Behind them, unobserved, but taking the whole scene, was a disreputablelooking tramp. Closer observation showed that it was the one who had started the fight with Harry. As the two lovers moved slowly away, he disappeared, a broad grin on his face.
It was dusk when Sallie and Harry
The fist fell and the colonel retreated a step.