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

those who maxi Mammon their god In
his opini N, men ere good or bad ac
riding to their means, and he especial
ly disliAed poor young men regarding
them as adventurers, who sought to de-
priye capitalists of wealth. Perhap>,
too, he feared that some one might WOO
and we'd his niece, whose property had
been of such essential service in several
speculations.
Lief an orphan at an early age, Mary
Frerson had been brought up on her
uncle's firm, in wild independence =
She could shoot, fish and hunt like Diana,
yet rs she ripened into woman hood, her
feelings became chastened. An unde
fined yearn NC took posst ssion of her =
She became acquainted with Hal Har-
son, and soon discovered that he loved
her, and as the wagon-train moved
slow'y along, it was her delight to have
him join the merry group of girls, for
she felt that she, of all others. was Fl st
in his thoughts And he, although SEN
slble that there w a great gulf be-
TWEEN them, which nothing but bridge
of dollars could span, lived in the intox-
ica'ion of her presence. To enjoy that,
he felt that he coud endure any priva-
ton, face any dificulty-nay, even bear
the insulting manners of her uncle.
"What's this - exclaimed Frierson
in an insolent tone "Who shot those
birds ~
Il did, coolly replied Harson.
''You did, ha Well, l was fool
enough to lhink the Injuns would trouble
us, ard so hired YOU lazy fellows as a
guard But didn't buy powder for you
to shoot birds with"
The bi. ds were shot with my own
amuniti N, purchased at Mcmphi+. iook p
And as Ha son spoke, he exhibited a
small canister of Dupont, . with lealh-
er bag of shot. Il have done my duty,
s.r," he continued ''and if you think
there are no Indians around, II
''Humb,,g." interrupted Frierson.-
"You had b. tier look strcter after the
cattle"
eLook a here,'' grumbled Bill Long,
"if you think you can put on YET airs
here, old hoss, you're cave-in. We
was hired to guard the camp at nj ght,
we've stood our guard-Hal. here, more
than we two-but we aint your slaves,
no Stree . 81 keep civil, or dry up ~
"What ~ exclaimed Fricrson, turn
ing purple with rage. "But never mind.
In a week you can all travel. But don't
be lettering here, or the wagons will
get out of sight" Ere Harson could
reply, he had turned his horse, plunged
in the spurs, and was Fastening after
the train. Hal gazed after him with
flashing eyes, and dark cloud of anger
on his forehead, but he did not speak.
II would like to send bullet after
him." said Long, kicking apart the blaz-
ing wood.
"Never mind, never mind" said Hal.
Harson ''He's crusty old fellow but
after all, it wasn't perhaps right to lin
ger behind. So I'll carry along the
birds and we'll have them for supper"
''I'm amiable," laconicaly replied the
third member of the party, and they
trugged along in silence. Overtaking
the train, the hunters joined party of
young fellows, who were ever ready to
listen to their yarns, while Hal. Hdrson
bashfully approached wagon in which
the girls of the party were riding, hav-
ing rolled up the canvass covering at
either side. Prominent in this galaxy
of rosy beauty was Mary Frierson, who
welcomed Hal with meaning smile
Untutored in those arts which refine
ment has adopted to conceal the widest
passions OF the soul, there was, in the
glance that beamed from her flashing
eye, an assurance of regard which made
her lovers breast beat high with hope
But another saw that glance, and Hal.
was reused from his dream of bliss by
the voice of Frlerson "Well, Young
man, having finished your game break
fast, you are now making morning calls !
Go back and mind the cattle, sir This
Is no place for you"
Hal. trembled and neryously grasped
his rifle, but looking towards his insoltnt
employer, he caught the eyes of Mary
Her look was more eloquent than words,
mingling entreaty and regret and love-
Passing his hand across his forehead, as