The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-07-25
THE GAMBLERS END.

Beyond the balsam thicket the gam
bier made his stand. Carson, the de-
tective, was in full pursuit, ana as he
burst through the balsams he found
himself within twenty feet of his antago-
mist. Both men stood for an instant,
each with pistol in his hand, each look
ing full at the other. Both were experts.
Each knew the other.
You count" said the gambler,
coolly.
Zone, two;,"' said the detective,
One pistol alone sounded. The gam
bler's had failed to explode.
you've won; you needn't deal
again, said the gambler. And then he
dropped. The red stain on his shirt
front showed where he was hit.
"There's some lint and bandage. "
said the detective, and he flung a small
package into the gamblers lap. "I
hope you won't die, Dick Raymond"
"Oh, it was all fair, Carson. /" said the
other, carelessly: 'sI've held a poo,
hand from the start"
He paused; for the detective had
rushed on, and he was alone.
Twenty rods further on the detective
caught Up with the trapper, who was
calmly recharging his piece. On the
edge OF the ledge above the half-breed
Lay dead, the lips drawn back from his
teeth. and his ugly countenance distorted
with hate and rage. A rifle, whose muz.
zle smoked, lay at his side. and the edge
of the trapper's left ear was bleeding
I've shot Dick Raymond by the bal
sam thlcket, said the detective. "Im
afraid he's haHd.hit." tr&
"ll go and see the boy" answered
the trapper. you'll find Henry furder
up. There's only two runnin'. You
and he can bring 'em in"
Inc Old trapper saw, as he descended
the hill, the body reclining on the
MOSES at the edge of the balsam thicket
The earth gave back no sound as he adj
yanced, andhe reached the gambler. and
was standing almost at his very feet ere
the young man was aware of his pres
enoe; but, as the trapper passed be-
tween him and the shining water. he
turned his gaze up to the trapper's face,
and, after studying the grave lines for a
moment, said:
you've wen the game. old man"
Inc trapper for moment made no
reply. lie looked steadily into the
young mans countenance, fixed his ewes
On the RED stain on the left breast. and
then said: @7IT
~Shall L look at the hole, boy ?"
The gambler smiled pleasantly and
nodded his head, saying: "It's the
natural thing to do in these cases. I be
lteve. Lifting the hands, he unbut-
toned the collar, and unscrewed the soil
Galre stud from the white bosom. The
trapper knelt by the young mans side
and, laying back the linen from the
chest, wiped the blood stain with a.
piece OF lint from the white skin. and
caefully studied the edges of the
wound, seeking to ascertain the direc-
ton which the bullet had taken as Il
penetrated the flesh. At last he drew
his face back, and lifted himself to his
feet, not shade in the expression of his
face revealing his thought. flT
Is 1t my last deal, old man 3" asked
the gambler, carelessly. as~a%'
have seed good many wounds y
answered the trapper, Sand have noted
the direction OF a good many bullets
and | never knowed man to live who
was hit where We be hit eff the lead had
the slant inward, as the piece had that
has gone into ye.'
For minute the young man made no
reply. No change came to his counte-
nance. He turned his eyes from the
trapper's face and looked pleasantly off
toward the water. He even whistled a
line or two of an old love ballad then
ne paused, and, drawn, perhaps, by the
magnetism OF the steady gaze which the
eye OF the trapper fixed upon him. he
looked again into the old MANS face, and
What is it, John Norton ?"3 = s.
De sorry for ye, boy, answered
the Old man. ct be sorry for We. for
l1feabe sweet to the young. and r wish
yer years might be many on the arth .
fancy theresa good many whow;ll
be glad to hear I'm out of it, was the
careless response. -RT7s - - :
u don't doubt We have yer faults
boy" answered the trapper, q and dare
say ye have lived loosely, and did many
many deeds that was better undid Init
the best use, of life be to learn how to
live, and [ feel sartin ye'd have got bet.
ter as ye got older, and made the last
half OF yer life wipe out the fust. so that
the figures for and agin We would have
balanced III the jedgment.''
- You aren't fool enough to believe
what the hypocritiaal church-members
Galk, are you, John Norton? You don't