Salt Lake Telegram | 1919-11-01 | Page 11 | Confessions of Bride

CONFESSIONS CONFESSIONS OF BRIDE Continued from preceding page let struck th the top of the door The leader of or the bandits shrugged his shoulders Morrisons Morrison's act wasn wasn't t without a n. good result It gave me one courage I had al always always al- al ways considered the man rather stupid and something of a bluffer blutter lie He was Instead one of ot the bravest men I ever saw lIe He was also perhaps the most rashIm rash Im I m sorry It was such a a. poor shot Mrs Lorimer he said at the tho threshold t 1 of ot the door Maybe you could do betI bet bet- I Iter ter yourself I took the hint To give me that hint he had risked his life lite Maybe I could shoot better better It if I 1 had a gun I called after him as hI his captors led him away a Then 1 I leaned back in my chair quite sure that I could do much better with better with the automatic automatic auto auto- matic under tho the cushion perfectly cushion perfectly convinced that I must tb do better whether I selected tho Mexican or Mexican or myself myself for for the target Was It I wondered really Katherine Miller who had been carried to the mountains with other loot 7 Probably she sho hadn't possessed a a. gun I was fortunate fortunate fortunate for for- although my gun was going to rob me probably of a unique experience that tience-that that of meeting my rival as an anally anally anally ally somewhere In the tho mountains With my automatic within reach my courage rose to plus I couldn't t help throwing a disdainful glance at atthe th the sentinel who watched over me I gazed up at him defiantly looked straight Into his eyes eyes and and discovered that they were magnifIcently magnificent magnifIcent- ly blue They were Just such e eyes s as I had looked into for the last time far out at sea sea The pair which surveyed me In InI I m my compartment on the train were not I nud audacious clous They were re curiously enough almost tender ns as they stared I back at me I recalled the tho legend of the fair god the superman who domInate dom dons mates Mexican fiction He lie must have had such eyes eyes but but I had never heard that he had left a line Une of ot eyed blue-eyed descendants S To evade th the familiar look Jook In those eyes I pointed to m my bag and pushed It toward the bandit with my foot toot He ne gave It only a passing glance then I turned to give ghe an ass order to one of his posse who hailed him from the aisle When v hen his man had gone the eyed blue Mexican leaned against the casem casement nt and ana watched the male malo passengers as Qs they filed tIled past him The men were to bo be lined up outside e the train and I searched I heard one say Tho The women I were WE're allowed to stay In their seats coats And then while my captor continued to instruct his subordinates I pulled I the automatic from rom beneath the cushI cushion cushion cush cush- I ion of f m mv my chair and held It under my I Hoak vl I prayed I fur for better luck uc than nian Morrison had had f To be ba continued