The Worthington advance., 1882-02-23
FRED DE LEON.
Tho Boy Roatl Agent Of tho Blood Stained
Prairie.
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Prairie.
FROM the brooklyn Esglo.
CHAPTER ONE.
1t was dark, as the numbering stage coach
made the fording of the Cannon Ball River
and the four fiery horses darted out upon
the broad, level prairie. The passengers
we're armed to the roots of their teeth, and
we'll might they be, for crouching bchind a
blade: of grass watching tho oncoming coach
with cleaning eyes was Fred De Leon, the
Dreaded Boy agent Of the Blood Stained
Prairie.
There was no time for defense. Ere the
most experienced passenger could draw
his weapon, the Terror Of the Prairie was
upon them and resistance was useless.
with one wrench Of his powerful "rm, he
slew the driver with the heel Of his boot,
and was engaged in killing the express mes
senger when the soft voice of woman fell
OH his ear.
CHAPTER TWO.
Though Injured to crime, Fred De Leon
was q paraly tic before woman. Hastily
hinging open tho coach door he saw beau
tiful being roasted on the ceiling like fly
"Be not alarmed, fair maid. I do beseech
thee to come down. / may bald headed
snatch ths Steiner stx, but woman, divine
woman, need fear no harm from Fred De
Leon, the Boy Road Agent Of the Blood
Stained Prairic!"
At these fell words tho woman came down
With top and lay fai,1ting i'll the arms Of
the brave robber.
II prithee. express agent, hast thou a
drop Of sack in thy good 1!ask?" asked the
unuerved land pirate, as he held the yield
ing form in his arms.
"Ccrtes, thief" returned the agent,
humbly, as he hastened to find his bottle OF
tangle- foot. Pred De Leon, the Boy Road
Agent, can never ask for bug juice and find
it ill bestowed"
The boy smiled distlainfuIly, anu draw
ing the cork with his teeth, poured the gen.
erous fluid down the beautiful face up
turned to him.
CHAPTER THREE.
Listen, cola,' said n grave voice at his
elbow. Il am an old man, the chief Of q
tribe onco ns numerous rs Tie grass blades
,shey are scattered. The earth has drunk
their blood. The fire water Of the pale face
burst them. Be warned. Give it not to
the snow squaw, lest she acquire the taste,
and spree herself into the grave Of the red
skin. have spoken"
the Boy Road Agent. Il had forgotten.
Never again shall this hand put the flask
that biteth like coyote and kicketh like a
mule to human llps," and with this the
courageous lad turned his fair charge
upside down and poured the liquor out Of
her delicate system.
"Tis we'll, cola," said the Indian, rs he
sloped into the gathering darkness.
The passengers applauded the generous
action of rapidly growing popularity boy,
and shower of gold dust fell upon bis
brawny shoulders.
CHAPTER FOUR
The night drifted away in great shadows
across the plain, and still the Boy Read
Agent sat beside his unconscious captive.
The stage had driven On, and the lady and
he were alone.
"She fiutters," he said, as he noticed :.
delicate kick. "She Autters again." h
continued, as the rounded limbs wvra
drawn up until the knees touched the chin,
and the fair lady came upright like q hoe
handle.
"Where am II" she murmured
'Thou art with me, fairest; with Fred
De Leon; the Boy Road Agent of the Blood
Stained Pnirie."
And you are he?" she asked, clutching
uis ual1 AOI support.
''The same," he replied, proudly, as his
legs few up and he came down like !,
squash.
Then at last I behold him." sighed tte G
lady, as she sank upon his PROSTATE form
and buried her face in her hands. 1--WE
got him at last"
why sittest though on me?" demand
ed Fred De Leon, gougng the grass out o1
mouth. ''Rise of me, prithee"
am thy grandmother, very much in
search of thee" responded the captive
There was report. Another and anoth
or, quicker and faster.
Then all was silent.
CHAPTER FIVE.
The day coach crossed the Cannon Ball
river the rext noon, and the Bay Road
Agent was lifted in by the ear
"How goes it, cola?" asked tho stalwart
form of the Indian chief, as he borrowed
some cheese from q passenger. "Thou
appearest to be off thy nut
Listen. citizen," replied the ex-Roy
Road Agent. sternly; ''the next time red
headed old woman comes sleppi:lg around
here, You give her all the whisky there is
in the bottle and jam the bottle down afte,
it" and with those words re disappeared
under his former captive sad was seen nc
more of men.
The night wind fell softly upon the
whispering waving grass, but Fred De Leon,
the Boy Road Agent of the Blood Stained
Prairie, had gone cut from robbing for
ever