The examiner., 1882-01-28
SACRAMENTO.

stopped down beside 8 spring at thu foot of a cottonwood tree and lazil, dropped her pail into the water.
 "It ought to have been given to { boy, if it was fit name to give to any body" she said, quite aloud. But Tn more boy than girl anyway"
 This last was added rather bitterly as she looked at her brown, rougl hands and her bare ankles, and thought of the boys work" she had to do.
 And it was hard to believe that this was the best kind of life for young girl like Sacramento. Here she lived alone, for her father was down at the mouth of the canon all day. The gar. den work she was obliged to do, and It was not often that she saw any per- son but her father, although now and then, in spite of herself, she came in contact with the rude men of the min ing camp up above.
 Yet Sacramento had her dream, one that she "scarcely dared to own ," but it came to her often as she went about her work.
 She knew that down at Santa Bar bara and in the towns along the coast, and far, far away across wide stretches of the continent to the great East, there were girls who lived lives very diff ferent from her life and she dreamed of such life for herself.
 "Oh, if I could only go away from herel' she cried out, almost as one cries for help. eff I could only SC down to San Francisco and go to school there for 8 single year! An, if I only had five hundred dollars Y
 Suddenly there was step-not of a man, but horse-on the bank behind her, and then some one spoke. She knew the voice without looking up. It was Pete Larrabee, 8 fellow who lived down on Hahnemann's plantation, two miles along the trail. He sometimes rode by. He had not heard her last words at all yet strangely enough his own were repetition of them.
 "Five hundred dollars, Sac," said he. Five hundred dollars in gold Dye want ter earn it! There's yer chance" and he threw down to her a bit of paper crumpled into ball.
 She picked it up and slowly unfold ing it ran her eyes over it's contents.
 $500 Reward.
 Inc ADOVC amount WILL D6 pd1u TOT 1nlOfma- tion leading to the arrest, dead or alive, of Walter Somers, who has worked for some time past on Maxwell's ranch Said Somers is about eighteen years old and five and 8 half feet high, rather good-looking, with light, curly hair, blue eyes and light mustache. When last seen he had on black slouch hat, gray business suit with blue flannel shirt, and boots with red tops marked with makers name.
 The name of the county sheriff was o4 &Io L0+I0ro 0F %1,o 1>S1I Co1 ramento, having glanced it through, looked up.
 "He's been stealth horses" exclaimed Pete. 'Got off last night with four of Max'1p best somewheres. Thet re- ward won't do much good, though, Ther Regulators1l lasso him an string him up long fore ther law'll git started. They're hevin' meetin' now up at the Gulch. tell ye, they are mad. They'll make quick work eff they ketch 'em. Yer fath er's there. Ye needn't look fur him afore night much."
 Then, after word or two more, the man rode on; and presently Sacramen- to took up her pail and with the sherif's bill still in her hand went slowly up the bank and across the trail toward the house, thinking very seriously about the five hundred dollars all the while.
 It was some hours after this, and the afternoon sun was going down behind the tops of the mountains, that Sacra- mento, having finished her housework, was preparing to sit down on the porch to do her sewing when she was met in the doorway by young man she had never seen before.
 And yet he was no stranger. The girl knew him instantly, although the slouch hat was pulled down over the faxen hair and blue eyes, and the gray pants, torn and muddy, had been drawn out of the boot legs so as to no longer allow the red tops of the boots with the makers name to be seen. It was the horsethief.
 She did not, however, express any surprise as she saw him. She was &C., customed to the sight of rough, evil men and at the first glance she had felt that this one could not be either very wicked or very dangerous. He was not much more than lad, and had an air of gentleness and good-breeding
 bout him that six months of Western life and the miserable plight he was in at the moment had by nc means de- stroyed. He seemed to b. short for breath, too, and was trembling as if he had been running.
 Instinctively he raised his hand to- ward his hat and then, bethinking him self, dropped it again.
 "Oould you give me something to eat and drink?'' he asked, in hesitat- ng voice. |" Anything will do. I am very hungry. IT have had notbing to eat since last niPht.'
 "Oome in," said Sacramento, gravely. In her voice was neither kindness or unkindness. She was trying to realize the situation she was in. "Come in and sit down"
 Then she went into the closet near by and began taking down from the shelves milk and bread and meat. as she slowly did so turning over the matter in her mind. Here was this man who had been stealing horses and for whose capture five hundred dollars Was offered, in her kitchen. Five hundred dollars :! Exactly the sum she had been wishing for-the sum that would take her down to San Francisco to school and help her make lady of herself. And this sum might be hers If she could in some way secure this stranger or somehow keep him in the house until help arrived. Help? Why, she hardly needed help. He was weak and exhausted, and in the drawer of the kitchen table there was 8 loaded revolver which she knew we'll how to use.
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