Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1882-02-23
FRED DE LEON.
The Boy Road Agent OF the Blood Stained
Prairles
From the Brooklyn Eagle.

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Prairles
From the Brooklyn Eagle.
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
were armed to the roots of their teeth, and
we'll might they be, for crouching behind
bladesof grass watching the 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.
Quickly wringing the necks of the horses
with one wrench Of his powerful arm, 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 paralytic before a woman. Hastily
iinging open the coach door he saw beau
tiful being roasted on the ceiling like fly
"Be not alarmed fair maid. do beseech
thee to come down. I may bald headed
snatch the sterner SEX but woman, divine
woman, need fear no harm from Fred De
Leon, the Boy Road Agent Of the Blood
Stained Prairie!"
At these fell words the woman came down
with flop and lay fainting in the arms of
the brave rubber.
Il prithce, express agent, hast thou q
drop of sack in thy good hask?" asked the
unnerved land Pirate, as he held the yield
ing form in his arms.
"Certes, thief" returned the agent,
numbly, as he fastened to find his bottle of
tangle-foot. Fired De Leon, the Boy Road
AgeNt, can never ask for bug juice and find
it i'll bestowed"
The boy smiled disdainfully, and 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 grave voice at his
elbow. Il am an old man, the chief of a
tribe once as numerous as the grass blades.
They 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. I have spoken"
the By Re Road fn Rge1 e lad
Never again shall this hand put the flask
that biteth like coyote and kicketh like
mule to human lips" and with this the
courageous lad turned his fair charge
upside down and poured the liquor out of
her delicate system.
"Tis well, cola," said the Indian, as he
sloped into the gathering darkness.
The passengers applauded the generous
action of rapidly growing in.popularity boy,
and shower of gold dust fell upon his
brawny shoulders.
CHAPTER FOUR.
The night drifted away in great shadows
across the plain, and still the Boy Road
Agent sat beside his unconscious captive
The stage had driven on, and the lady and
he were alone.
"She futters," he said, as he noticed n
delicate kick. "She futters again." b.
continued, as the rounded limbs wero
drawn up until the knees touched the chin
and the fair lady came upright like hoe
handle.
"Where am II" she murmured.
.'Thou art with me, fairest; with Fred
De Leon, the Boy Road Agent of the Blood
Stained Prairie"
And you are he?" she asked, clutching
his hair for support.
1.-THE same" he replied, proudly, as his
legs flew up and he came down like a
squash.
Then at last behold him." sighed tt Q
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, gouglng the grass out Of
mouth. ''Rise off me, I prithee."
I am thy grandmother, very much in
search of thee" responded the captive.
There was report. Another and anoth-
er, quicker and faster.
Then all was silent.
CHAPTER FIVE.
The day coach crossed the Cannon Ball
river the Eext noon, and the Bay Road
Agent was lifted in by the ear.
'How goes it, colG?" asked the stalwart
form of the Indian chief, as he borrowed
some cheese from a passenger. "Thou
appearest to be off thy nut"
Listen. CITIZEN" replied the ex- Boy
Roal Agent, sternly; "the next tine a red
headed old woman comes sleppiag around
here, you give her all the whisky there is
in the bottle and jam the bottle down after
it,; and with these words re disappeared
under his former captive sad was seen no
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 out from robbing for
ever.