Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 134, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 June 1916 — CHAPTER XII—Continued. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

CHAPTER XII—Continued.

He was abashed, confounded; and at the bottom of the tangle of conflicting emotions there was a dull glow of resentment. “I did it, as I say—for love of you. Amy; and now I have done a much more serious thing—for the same reason.’' “Tell me," she said, with a quick catching of her breath. “Your brother put a weapon in my hands, and I have used it. There was one sure way to make the railroad people get busy again. They couldn’t sit still if all the world were trying to get te a new gold camp, to which they already hare a line graded and Dearly ready for the steel.” “And you have —?” He nodded. She had retreated to take her former position, leaning against the porch post, with her hands behind her, and she had grown suddenly calm. “Don’t look at me that way, Amy,” he pleaded. “You wanted something—and I wanted to give it to you. That was all —as God hears me, it was all. You believe that, Amy? It will break my heart if you don’t believe it.” She shook her head sadly. You don’t understand, and I can’t make you understand —that is the keen misery of it If this ruthless thing you tried to do had succeeded, I should be the most wretched woman in the world.” “If it had succeeded? It has succeeded. Didn’t I say Just now that the town was crazy with excitement when I left to come up here?” The girl was shaking her head again. “God sometimes saves us in spite of ourselves,” she said gravely. “The excitement will die out. There are no placers in the Niquoia. The bars have been prospected again and again.”