Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1882-11-09

Valley for days at time.
Still the danger continued, and both
the American and his sweetheart knew
it, The disappearance of The half-brced
but put off the day of final reckoning.
and Page never rode without his pis-
tolls. Notwithstanding all these fears
and troubles, the lovers were much to-
gcther, and the wedding day drew on
apacc. And even as it approached the
dread of the murderous Combra in
creased.
Overcome by love and fear, Zarota
had begged her promised husband not
to ride after dark, and he had given
his word. For this reason his visits to
the ranch of d Hernandez where
now made in the afternoon. and as the
sun touched the crowns of the far
away mountains, he each day babe his
Spanish sweetheart goodbye. and rode
three miles across country to his own
home. where he remained out of siwht
until morning.
Man-like, the young American rhafcd
at being thus separated from the queen
Of his heart and locked within adobe
walls from SundOwn to sunrise; but
with clinging carcsScs and fearful eyes
poor Iareta begged it should be so.
"Only until our marriage, my be-
loved. When we are one, irrcvOcably.
then this wolfwill leave us. Then once
more yOu will be free
"Prrhaps, replied Page. But sup
| pose the persecution continucS?'
"rncu,' said the girl, with the dark
blood flaming in her cheek, ''lhcn,
when ! am your wife, you may kill
him"
"It's agreed" said Charlie. II will
say no more Of this Combra until after
our wedding, but if he then continues
to trouble you, and threatens me. let
him have Il care.
II was at last Sunday, and the ccrc-
mnuy was to be- ON Tuesday. Twice
| during the last week, even in the day
time. Page had been followed by In
dianS through the timber -rcd-skins
hired by his implacablr enemy; and ON
this very morning an Old friend of the
Americans sent him word, at his ranch,
not 10 venture forth that day at all. or
| If he did TO remain at the home of his
1 ladyIovc until the wedding ceremony
The brow of the Young man grew
dark as this message was commune
Gated to him.
"Ilidc from that dog! Never! BY
heaven, III ride rs will, and where
will, and let any man beware how he
seeks to dctan me! am my own mas
tor,n
The vow was, perhaps. rash one,
but PAGE bucklrI pair Of heavy pS-
tolls al his belt, threw his repeating ri.
llr across his Saldle-bow, and put spurs
10 his horse wtthall the determination
Of a soldier
He was thoroughly aroused, and had
hi, rival appeared, Il duel 10 the death
would have most certainly cuSucd.
But the journey to llcrnandcz'S ranch
was without incident. and nll day with
his love seemed to cool the anger of the
man, 81 that when, an hour before sun
down, he badc Xarcta good-bvc, and
turned his horse homcward, he had al
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had that morning been warned
The road or trail ran westward, and
after travcrSng the highland for
couple of miles. descended to the bot
toms OF the McXoS.
The Young lover had ridden as far as
this point, dreaming, and twas not I'M
I'll the hoarSc below of cattle all around
him attracted his attention that he
aroused himself from his rcveric. Then,
however, he looked sharply about, and
struck spurs 10 his horse.
"By heavens! A strange herd, |
wonder how they came here? II will be
well to move on. Some Of those steers
have ugly eyes and horns
And indeed they had. The cattle
were strays, half hundred or more,
and frightened. When in that state
they are often dangerous, and will some
times attack even mounted men.
Page knew this, and rode both rapid
ly and carefully across the bottom land
toward the ford, ready Mt any moment
to make run for it if the believing
cattle should choose TO attack him.
lie was almost at the rivers edge;
u bit of chapparal alone separated him
from the flowing water, when sudden
~, with hoarsc cry, he reincd his
stecd sharply back upon his launches,
and clutchCd wildly at his pistol-hol-
ster, then as suddenly was dragged
from his saddle to the ground, half
strangled by u tightening lariat about
his throat, and the same instant his
bloOdthirsty enemy, Don Combra,
knclt above him, knife in hand!
With swift and nervous strength he
bound the haf-stunned American, and
then dragged him toward the rivers
brink.
"Cmrambar Kissed the furious half
breed, glaring into the eyes of his vic
tim, "ze end has come! You would
not mind ze warn. ze debbil gets you
now See! will cut zc t'roat an tic
stones TO re heels an drown!'
The mans words rang duly in the
ears of his captive, but the CLEAN of
his eyes and knife, and the gurgle of
the river close at hand, told Page his
| fate.
To cry out were worse than useless.
If he must die, let it be like u man.
The mailman drew closer to him, un-
winding from his waist the scarlet scarf
which he wore.
"Red onzc heels, red ON re t'roat,
ehP' he said, grinning horribly. "Zc
lady love will not marry so soOnr
He had tied poor Charities feet, and
was now engaged in wrapping large
stone in his red scarf; his knife was be-
tween his teeth,
"Pray dog" he snarled. "Ze end
has comeH
He waved one end of his scarf belt
above his head
There was sudden angry roar, II
deep below, rush of hOofs, n CLEAN
of white horns, n wild cry, a cloud of
dust--and rs Page turned he saw the
place where his would-bo murderer had
been, empty!
A wild steer had translixed him, and
swept headlong with him into the river
The American was saved!
The wedding took place on time, but
the fate of Dion Combra is known to
but one man in the MeXos country.
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