The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1882-02-23
FRED DE LEON.
The 10y Road Agent OF tho Blood Stained
Prairie.
From the Brooklyn Eagle.

The 10y Road Agent OF tho Blood Stained
Prairie.
From the Brooklyn Eagle
CHAPTER ON1.
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 orouchiug behind
blade, of grass watching the oneoming coach
with cleaning eyes was Fred De Leon, the
Dreaded Boy agent Of the Blood Stained
Plairie.
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
on his ear.
CHAPTER TWO.
Though Injured to crime. Fred De Leon
was paraly tic before a woman. Hastily
dinging open the coach door he saw a beau
tiful being roasted on the ceiling like fly
"Be no, alarmed, fair maid. l do beseeuh
l4C0 ~ COlA0 uONAs A1oy bnAOeACNaACN
snatch the sterner sex, but woman, divine
woman, need fear no harm from Fred De
Leon, the Boy Road Agent Of the Blood
Stained Prairiel"
At these fell words the woman came down
With flop and lay fainting il the arms OF
the brave robber.
Il prithee, express agent, hast thou a
drop Of sack in thy good Husk7" asked the
unnerved land pirate. as be 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 D. 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, colo," said grave voice OF his
elbow. II am an old man, the chief of o
tribe once as numerous as the grass blsaos.
they arc scattered. The earth has drunk
their blood. Tho fre Water Of the pale face
the snow squaw, lest she acquire the taste.
and spree Herself into The grave Of the red
skin. have spoken"
the Boy Road Agent. II had forgotten.
Never again shall this hand put the flask
that biteth like coyote and kieksth like
mule to human llps," and with this the
courageous lad turned his fair charge
upside down and poured the liquor cut Of
her delicate system.
"Tis we'll, cola" said the Indian, as he
sloped into the gath ring darkness.
The passengers app!auded the generous
action of rapidly growing -in.popularlty boz,
and shower of gold dust fell upon his
brawny shoulders.
CHAPTER FOUR.
Tho night drifted away in great shadows
acrvss 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 hutters," he said, as he noticed
delicate kick. "shs futters again" b ,
continued, ~ the rounded limbs were
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 he7" she asked, elutching
his hair for support.
1.-THE same,' he replied, proudly. rs his
legs flew up and he came down like q
squash.
Then at last behold him." sighed Il .
lady, as she sank upon his PROSTATE forl
and buried her face in her Lands. I've
got him at LAST"
why sittest though On mel" demand
cd Fred De Leon, gouglng the e ass out Of
mouth. Rise of me, prithes."
I am thy grandmother, very much In
search of thee" responded tho captive.
There was rspolt. Another and anoth-
Or. tucker and faster.
Then all was silent.
CHAPTER FIVE.
The day coach crossed the Cannon Ball
river the rext mon, and the Boy Road
Agent was lifted in by the ear.
"How goes it, COLA" 80 sed tho stalwart
form of the Indian chief, US he borrowed
some cheese from q passenger. ''Thou
appearest to b. off Thy nut"
Listen. citizen" replied the ex-Boy
Road Agent. sterLly; "the next time red
headed old woman comes stepping 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 s'ld was seen no
moro Ut 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 robbin2 fo<-
ever.