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 "And you've piled one on my soul under which I'll stagger to the grave," he cried within, outwardly answering with a smile and warm grip of the hand as he said:

"Quick now, boy. Don't lose a minute. There will be some heart-broken mothers in town to-morrow night. There's but one choice: the plains of the West, or a prison pen."

"I'll go at once," Billy cried, seizing his hat and hastily leaving.

Pale and haggard, John slowly returned to his office. He looked at his watch. It was five minutes to three. Stella was waiting to receive him. He could hear the low sweet tones of her voice greeting him, and see her great brown eyes smiling their welcome.

But his mind was made up. Safety lay in flight. He wrote a brief reply to her letter.

Stella received the note with mingled surprise and rage, and immediately wired the Attorney