Arizona weekly citizen., 1881-08-28


 they i0nged t0 see with an intensity words could not express.
 The sln swung himself higher and higher in the heavens, and his rays pUurcI down ike food of boiling lava. ihe heat Was terrible, iairly scorching tine men sweeping like dark cloud over that blisteriug desert
 Finally the silence was broken by the oli guide, as the party neared the pass.
 it may be we're too late tO save 'em; but we'll bitterly avenge them. Harkl Do ye hear thatE'
 The ring of half dozen rifles sounded faiutly on the air.
 ' Its sign that few Of the train men are still alive and selling their lives dear ly. Do yOur prettiest now boys. for We are on the Eome-stretch.'
 And with every steed urged to it's ut most the excited part! swept on.
 Is there any hope, papa:"
 Major GlyndOn stopped his quick, hurrying tread at this question, pushed back the soft waves of golden hair from the pearl-fair, baby-face of his daughter, and smiling faintly down into the fear haunted eyes. said calmly.
 co While there k life there IS always hope, Fife, dear. Don't be frightened. girlle, but keep up good courage"
 try to; but, papa, think that the man who stared at me so iu Denver Is among those awful Indians Look, papal That one on that dun-col0red horse sand the girl with a shiver Of fright as she leaned slightly over the wagon
 Black Bill. Why had he not recog- nized the renegade borore2
 An involuntary exclamation broke from Major GlyndOn's lips:
 Woe unto y0u, my darling, if you fall into his hands, But you never shall fall into them, Fife, So be of good ciieer, little woman. and in the meantime ask God Co take care Of us all.
 With these encouraging words Major Glyndon hastened to his post. How could he tell his tlOwer-hlze daughter Of the desperate situation of the train?
 The ammunition was giving ont; but a few Ol the trainsmen were Uninjured; the Indians were circllng nearer and nearer, and on every face was look of despair
 The Major heard tLe prayers Of the women as he hurried past the wagons, but only a few sobs.
 ~ Our doom iz sealed. Captain" said a wounded man, desperately. Co but I'll shoot my last shot, God take care of wife and the boyw
 Harkl What k that2 Only a border mans iubilant yell; but until the music of heaven sounds in their ears they will not hear a sweeter melody.
 Forgetting every caution every man rushed Co see from whence the thrice welcome sound came.
 AL, it was a sight to make even am old mans blood leap in his veins,
 Every rifle spOuting fire; every horse seeming to spun t0 touch tine ground; every man shouting and cheering On they came like a tornado. and without checking the speed 0f their horses, they made a reckless charge. Like vithcret leaves before the blast, the red braves scattered; and then the victors crowded into the corral
 Major Glyndon wrung the hand of Captain Ben silently, and then hurried to tell the glad news t0 his child. He looked into the wagon. and the next in- stant a great cry startled everyone.
 "Lost-lost! Oh. my Godl where k my child:"
 Look, lIaior.' said the old. quick eyed scout, pointing eastward Dye spOse he's got her:'
 One look at the dun horse, it's gigantic rider, and the Major staggered back, clutching the air, faintly articulating:
 "Black Bill has stolen her-my little Eniew
 \ horses boofs thundered by the cor ral.
 Bob .Kingsley on a strange lorser' exclaimed the oll guide. "WhO does that black stallion belong tos"
 ~fo me- said one of the train men, quietly; "and if I do say 1t, Racer is the best horse this side e the ROckys, not excepting the dun horse wonder"
 With bated breath and staring eyes they gazed upon that race, that seemed endless. But the blacl, stallion gmned steadily on the dun. Nearer and nearer together they drew; shorter and shorter grew the distance between them: and low they are within bullet range.
 Shifting the reins into the hand which ciasped his fainting burden to his breast, the renegade hall turned in his saddle and fired at the ceHtJur-li6e Nemesis so surely overtakins him.
 Down dropped Kingsley. flat on the stalliru's cb5n neck, and the bullet whistled harmlessly past; then his rifle sent its ringing answer to the reuegade's challenge, and the dun horse staggered and fell, throwing its burden violently. But the renegade never rose. while the winner in this reckless ride flung him. self from his horse, suatched mp a white robbed figure, mounted again, and was flashing away toward the corral
 With a very natural impulse, the yOuug protectors eyes sought the face lying so quietly uglust his breast, and saw a bouuy, baby face, with long, silken lashes that swept the still, pearl-fair cheek, and exactly matched in color the waves of bronze tinted hair that clUs- tered about the low, pale forehead. A breath quiyered through the deli cate lips the eyclids 1uttered tremu- lously ald lifted. Alas for the heart of the bold youug rider The first glance from those uplaiscd. startled eyes en- shaved it as surely aS fl fay Nivi1n's chain had wound II three times about.
 Half the distance from the corral Kingsley met her father and placed Fife Glyndon in his arms. Cutting short the words of joy and gratitude that fell from the Major trembling lips, kmgA- Icy sad, earnestly:
 Believe me, Major, that ! would cheerfully lay down my life iu order to save yuUr daughter from SO terrible a fate as becoming that renegaCc's cap tive"
 \ short lime later. when an signs Of the late conflict had been removed, and the wounded men taken care of, Major Glyndon hasteued to the old guide and said, earnestly.
 Captain Ben. God must have sent you to our rescue, for We were at our Last gasp. NOu were inst in time To save us
 Well said the old scout, rcverently, "we were coming this way, but We wouldn't have been in time ii we hadn't received a message tha- was as full of warning as one that was written on the wall for old Belshazzar
 "Nhat was its' said the train men. wouderingIy.
 Thereupon the old guide told of the mist-lIke scene Ou the alkaline desert, that had been so potent in saving the train.
 At the conclusion, Major GlyndOn raised his cap reverently. and sand, with emotion:
 Gods hand was through 1t all, send ing that wonderful mirage that told you of our desperate need
 And m tue years that followed he would relate over and over again tD his grandchildren clustered around him about a wagon train, in which were beautiful Mamma Kingsley and himself that was saved from the Indians by a mirage.
 
 Commcndable PreeantiOn.
 IT our information is correct. and we have every reason to believe it is. our Mexican neighbors are taking precan- tionay steps that could well be com mended even in the more intelligent and