YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



Y^ou'll have to hunt him, sir, by Sissy's 

 grave, for we've no money. There's 

 there's where you'll find him!' came in 

 hopeless, broken tones. 



But now the big man had lost his voice, 

 and a lump was growing in his throat. He 

 couldn't see the picture clear any longer, but 

 a real child's face came close between, so 

 close to his, in all its delicate pearl and pink 

 coloring, its halo of sunlit hair, its pure, 

 pleading eyes - did Sissy really come back 

 to plead for poor hunted Gyp ? Maybe so. 



For something very strange happened; all 

 of a sudden something clinked and grew 

 heavy in the officer's pocket, and he thought 

 confusedly about burnt holes in his treas- 

 ury, and as suddenly rammed his fat hands 

 down to the very depths and brought up 

 two big silver dollars, and a silver half be- 

 sides, and threw them down with a ringing 

 clatter on the wooden table. His voice was 

 thick and husky, but they heard him say: 



"By the Holy Child! that little gal's 

 grave's off my beat, I be thinkin', Widder 

 Draper, an 'fore that yaller dorg o' yourn 

 crosses me parth agin, you sind thim two 

 silver dollars down ter the gintry at City 

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