Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-04-29

was hard to aim with precision In the darkness
Inc second man sprang convulsively into tho
air, and fell upon his face, with his arms ex-
tended, writhlng horribly In the moonlight. The
tnird was grazed In the leg and stopped. The
others stopped out Of sympathy. After all. the
girl was not for them, and their heart was
hardly In the work. Their captain rushed madly
on. like valiant backgusrd as he was, but was
Durtons pistol, delivered with q fierce energy,
which sent him reeling back among his comrades
Win the blood streaming from his shattered
Jaw, and his capacity for cursing cut short at the
very moment when he needed to draw upon 1t
Don't 20 get" said the voice in the dark
ness.
However, they had no intention of going vet.
Few minutes must elapse, they knew, before
Harvey's sluice could be upon them. There was
In mastering the defenders. What Abe had
feared came to pass. Black Ferguson knew the
ground as well as he did. He ran rapidly along
the hedge, and the five crashed through it where
snere was some appearance Of gap. The two
friends glanced at each other. Their flank was
turned. They stood up like men who knew their
tate and did not fear to meet it.
mere was wild medley Of dark figures in
the moonlight, and q ringing cheer from we'll
known voices. The humorists of Harvey's Sluice
nad found something even more practical than
the Joke which they had come to witness. The
partners saw the faces Of friends beside them
ohamus, Struggles, Mccoy. There was Q des-
perate rally. sweeping fiery rush. cloud Of
smoke. with pistol shots and fierce oaths ring
Ing out OF It, and when 1t lifted q single dark
shadow flying for dear life to the shelter Of the
broken hedge was the only ranger upon his feet
within the little. garden. But there was no
sound OF triumph among the victors; q strange
hush had come over them, and q murmur as Of
grel-for there, lying across the threshold which
ne had fought 50 gallantly to defend, lay poor
Abe, the loyal and Supplemented. breathing
heavily with bullet through his lungs.
he was carried inside with all the rough ten
derness of the mines. There were men there
think, who would have borne his hurt to have
had the love Of that white girlish figure, which
bent over the blood stained bed and whispered
SO softly and so tenderly In his ear. Her voice
seemed to rouse him. He opened his dreamy
blue eyes and looked about him. They rested
on her face
played out" he murmured; "pardon, Car
rie, morib-" and with faint smile he sank
back upon the pillow.
However, Abe failed for once to DE as good as
his word. His hardy constitution asserted
itself, and he shook off what might In a weaker
man have proved deadly wound. Whether it
was the balmy air Of the woodlands which came
sweeping over thousand miles Of forest into
the sick mans room, or whether it was the little
nurse who tended him so gently. certain it is
that within two months we heard that he had
realized his shares In the Conemara and gone
from Harvey's Sluice and the little shanty upon
the hill forever.
had the advantage short time afterward of
seeing an extract from the letter of a young
lady named Amelia, to whom we have made
casual alusiOn in the course of our narrative
We have already broken the privacy of one femi-
nine epistle, so we shall have fewer scruples In
glancing at another. 81 was bridemaid," she
remarks. ''and Carrie looked charming" (under-
lined) lin the veil and orange blossoms. Such
man, he is-twice as big as your Jack, and he
was so funny, and blushed, and dropped the
prayer-bOok. And when they asked the ques-
ton you could have heard him roar Il dol at the
other end of George street. His best man was
a darling" Cwice underlined.) $50 quiet and
handsome and nice. Too gentle to take care OF
himself among those rough men, I am sure" 1
think it quite possible that in the fullness of
time Miss Amelia managed to take upon herself
the care of our old friend Mr. Jack Morgan.
commonly known as the BOss.-LOndon Society