Butte record. (Bidwell, Butte County, Cal.) 1853-1858, 1855-05-19

AWAY.
GA pretty guard," growled Frierson
eyeing his niece. Il don't see vha
business a penniless fellow like that has
hanging about you gi'Is. You ought to
know that he is afler your money"
"Mary Frierson's Up quivered- as she
spoke angrily to her uncle. ''Wc girls
know where our money is, and who tries
to keep it."
The old man started in his saddle, and
then gave Mary an earnest look, as if to
read her thoughts. You are sharp"
he at length said, with faint smile, but
it could not mask his ycxation, and then
making some remark about the road, h
passed on to the next wagon.
Nigat threw her sable m ntle over the
pararie, and Hal. Hanson nc III found
himself on guard At first the Young
sentinel felt sad Affection for Mary
Frielson and rntment against her un-
Gle struggled for mastery. But as he
paced his round, his spirit rallied Hal s
immagination soon began to revel in light.
er scenes Hark ! lie heard rustling
Cooking his rife, he brought it to his
shoulder, but then the familiar tones Of
har whom he loved echo d through his
heart In moment, she stood at his
side.
"Mary Miss Frierson ~ exclaimed
Hal. offering his hand.
"Spcak low - replied the excited
girl, cordially returning his grasp
Then, with slight tremor in her tone
she said, ~ could not sleep. HI. Har>
son, without thanking you for the man.
ner in which you +, ceived my uncle's IN
sulting remark this morning. Ii stung
you to he heart, saw, but-but-''
But love for you chained my temper"
mt rruptea Harson. "Hear me, Mary
Frierson. You are far my superior, but
l can but adore you. Can [ hope for
return of my love;-can You share my
humble lot can you become my
wife p
Mary looked earnestly into the anx-
ious lace of her lover, but her heart was
too full f1r utterance Yet she suffered
Hal Harson's stalwort arm t. steal a
round her waist, and when he imp inted
long. deep kiss upon her lips, it was
returned she was his own. just then
the moon shoue apProvingly forth, and
sentinel stars brightly witnessed this
union of fond hearts
You will be mine, then, Mary :"
"With all my heart AMI soul,'' replied
the truesoul' d girl; but at that moment
the well-known fgure of hcr uncle ap
preached them, and he shouted, "Mary
Frierson, leave that brggar Or
"a hundred hideous yells interrupted
him, and a cloud of arrows whistled
through the air, as a large party OF H.
dians dashed into the camp. They pas
sed the lovers, but two sprang from
their saddles as they approached Mr..
Frierson, who was soon levelled to the
ground by the heavy blow of war-club.
In an instant an Indian grasped him by
the HAIR, and, draw ne his seal ping
knife, was about to seize his fatal tro-
ply, when a shot from Hal Harson's
rife laid him low. Confusion now
reigncd; the sharp cracks of the riff S
and curses Of the whites mingling with
the We Is of the Indi ms, and the shrIeks
of the women and children.
leaving Mary 10 ttend 10 her sense
less uncle, Hl Harson d shed into the
lulCktSt VI tic ugut, anu DE MS VI dNtI
soon turned the scale. The warfare
was waged with demoniacal fury, but
soon the Indians, uttering whoop al
despair, abandoned the strife, while a
loud cheer of victory went up from the
whites.
Hal. Harson now FASTENED to the
spot where he had left Mary Frierson and
her unrle, where be arrived just in time.
One of the Indians, mounted on a fin
horse, had hed from the scene of con-
test in that direction, and was in the
act of throwing a lasso over the poor
girl, who was kneeling by her uncle's
side. Just as the rope had tightened
and she was expecting to find herself
dragged over the ground, bullet from
Hal Harson's never-failing rife passed
through his heart, and he fell dead. She
was safe.
Need we say that, for once, Squire
Frierson was sensible Of the kindness