Daily press and Dakotaian. [volume] (Yankton, Dakota Territory [S.D.]) 1875-1880, 1878-04-19

A resentful fash sprang into the strangers
eyes, and he would doubtless have made an
angry reply, but just at that moment Rose
Bailey gave affairs q new turn by appearing
suddenly beside the campfire at the other
end of the corral.
As Watkins glanced at her, he started
suddenly, and gave vent to an ejaculation,
while his face turned deathly white.
"Ehv he exclaimed, with his eyes seem.
ing almost to start from their sockets, and
fixed on the lady's face. "Who's that ?
Tell me for Heavens sake"
'That? Why. that's Rose Bailey.
man ??
Great Heaven! but, no; it is moth
ing-nothing."
By a great effort Watkins mastered his
emotion, Whatever it was. But Uncle Sile
and Oregon Bill were both regarding him
with widcly-opened eyes.
Nothing, hey ~ said the old man. oval
look a-here, now, young TELLER, I should say
as how it were sometin'. Folks don't usual
w go on thai. less theirs somethin'
onto ther minds"
"Yes, YES, l know. But this young lady's
face-Bailey, l believe you said her name
was-is go very like that Of a person | knew
long ago. But we won't talk about it any
more"
And the mysterious stranger walked off to
have a closer look at Rose Bailey's face.
oval" said Bill, az soon as he was out Of
ear-shot, "ther's summat queer about that
chap. i don't unders,an' him altogether"
"Nor l either" responded Uncle Sile,
%thoughtiully.
However, the two stood watching Wat
kins as he neared the fire, and saw him
speak to Rose. -.
Had the watchers been nearer they would
have noticed tina. the ~tell-tale blood rushed
to her cheeks at the sound OF those clear,
sharp tones, and then receded again. leaving
her paler than death. She locked search
inglv toward the speaker, but his hat was
pulled over his eyes, and she could not dis
Germ his lineaments distinctly.
"No," che thought to herself, cit cannot
be. In this place, and after all these years
it is impossible"
So after answering the trivial questions
he put to her, she turned and walkedtoward
the wagon, where her husband was already
asleep.
Uncle Sile and Bill approached at this
time, and found Watkins thoughtfully cen.
templatins the Goals. He stood there some
moments, totally u%nmindful Of their pres.
ence, buried in a deep reverie.
"She here ?" he murmured, under his
breath. "She whom l once loved, here
here in my very grasp! Why not entraI
her and bear her away to the secret grotto
By Heaven, I'll do it"
Watkins, carried away BY his thoughts
spoke the last five words aloud, and in 81
z emphatic tone.
"Do what?" asked Oregon Bill, close BY
his shoulder.
The stranger started slightly, and then
with a laugh, responded;
DO? Why, III stay here tonight, o
f course-that is, unless you object"
Heaven forbid, young man, that vi
= should turn anybody outen our camp
{ You're welcome we're so long as you behave
. in a proper manner"
AT this point Watkins seemed to motto,
q for the first time the tin horn hanging from
. the old mans belt, and, impelled by a reck
> less curiosity, he asked, pointing at TIL
above. mentioned article:
"What's that :"
2 THAT, sar," said Uncle Slle, always ready
= to talk upon his favorite topic, that's te
. call sinners to repentance. 1t Is called BY
Z me q gospel horn, although the ungodly d.
q say It's no better'n q ord'nery fish-call.
"But why do you use it,"
Nly. SAuSC Wueu tuc "lCAcO, u
who l preach, don't lissen, l must 'trac
ther attention somehow"
"And do you believe in all the doctrine!
e YOU preach?'
This was said in tantalizing tones, which
e had their effect upon Uncle Sile.
"YOung man, you trifle with q holy sub
= jeck. Wisdom greater than thine woult
not question thusly," replied the old man
"And would you not transgress any o
/ the laws laid down in the Bible, if by S.
doing you could serve your purpose? Fo
: instance, if you could attain q much desired
, end by telling a deliberate lie, would 70,
refuse to do it,"
THAT, young man, is a somewhat diff
. cult question to answer. If by lying, as 20,
> say, I could serve God an shame the devil
you kin bet I'd lie"
"Wby, then, l can't see as your religion
is any better than mine. The only differ
ence seems to be that l acknowledge beinI
a liar, while you perform the act withou
confessing."
!, Uncle Sile began to get excited.
:. "Ye don't mean to say I'd lie just for th
fun on it, do yeY
"You certainly intimated as much q mo
ment ago: How can l tell, only by wha
!, you say"
OuCiC 0iC soOu6us ? WOulcu', ouu III
burrows in his forehead grew deeper, ant
his cheeks redder. Finally he rose, spa
upon his hands, and said:
"See yere, Mr.. Watkins, talkin' won't d.
you no good. Now, It's been my plan eve
sens l began to preach to never let up ontt
q sinner, arter l got afoul on him, till b.
caved in and said he b'lieved into the xos
E pei. Now I've begun on you, an as l can
talk any doctrine into ye, Iii try anothe
method. Young man, | kin lick NOR
Christianity into your skin in three min
utes nor the best preacher what walk
coulk there in four weeks"
Having delivered himself OF this pream
bic, Uncle Sile sprang upon his intende'
convert, and began to pummel him unmerci
fully.
Cherokee Bob. who had been lying b.
the fire q silent witness of the argument
bounded to his feet and felt for his knife
: but the action was seen by Oregon Bill
: who placed his hand upon his revolver, an
commanded him to desist
Let 'em fight il out" he said. "Wa'