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50 eQUATTER DICK. paige oa Posten face as - returned, the pressure of the small hand, tenderly, and then drew, the. curly head down into his lap, smoothing the hair and patting his check with the soft touch ofa woman ; then, bending over, he pressed a kiss upon the broad, white: brow, murmuring :... “ Ah, Bertie, you at. east love 7 ati rough brother, don’t you 2s Ape ae va a ~uihee-tied lo ised? to : of “ ” SQUATTER | DICK FURORES. und to. pei Leisiw., Guy pds barca < #79: +») BE¥ORE the youth had time to reply. to:his brother's ques- vtion, the Jow, gnarded challenge of a sentinel was heard ata short distance from,where they. were seated, answered. in a dom drawling}tone that they immediately recognized... _ In asfew. moments the sentinel appeared, conducting a slight, onditeinnd and, wet fornr, whose. slouching steps and down- ogastoair was. cnough to proclaim the squatter, Dick Laflin. The former paused before the brothers, awkwardly joes his hat, then pointing to the listless ‘ swamp sucker,” said : os “Cap'n, this ‘ere feller said as how he wanted to see omg on business, an’ so. 1 made bold, io fotch,him byar.” ov. You did perfectly right, Whalen, » Well, Dick, avbats | in the wind now ?”. asked Sloan. | a v@ difw saltool Joat ab Laflin did not answer, but cast a sidelong lanes ss tbe soldier who. still,stood meare. | 4) ono gat; so. Why don’t ye answer when. the, capa. speaks to yer angrily muttered the latter. cco“ That will do, Tom... -You f ccaagindig pea gett 9d then he added, as the partisan moved away. “Speak out, my map, there isno one here now but ourselves.” _. ou You know, Cap’n Jim, thet I told you when I see'd you -dast, thet,I war goin’ to, make b’lieve to j’ine the Keedy boys’ ehand, an’ wy ef I couldn't brenk’em up, .Wal,the very next day those four devils stopped nb-my. shanty while I's away, ane butchered mother usister Sally; but I got thar afore sissy died, an’ she told who they war. Then,as you may Commicloooks.aconn