St. Landry democrat., 1883-02-03
Here he paused, and Mahala gave a

Here he paused. and Mahala gave a
shrek. &
Aipanting. trembling boy, with his
eyes sticking out of his head, had sud-
denly dashed into the garden, and stood
befole them painting and circulating
He $ killed himself! He's killed
himself n
ssIs. it fatherp' gasped Maha'a, trem-
bling so thatashe could hardly stand.
..Hush. child. No. You've come for
the doctor, haven't YOUR asked the old
man. gHWho is}it?S
It's Mr.. Archer He's shot, painted
the boy. He's all blood; / guess he's
dead. Send the doctor. Dom tlet them
hang me; | didn't do it purpose. He
| gave me his gun to hold, and it went off. !"
'.Ef he'd knewed YOU as well as lido,
Bill. heawouldn' t heVa givensit to you to
hold,'' said the old man; but you
won't be hung. Where is4he ? Mahaly,
20 hunt up your father Here, come
| a ong, show me where he is. y
Away went the old man and the boy.
| In minute more the doctor, who had
been turning his pumpkins in the little
field behind the house, was seen to leap
to the fence and run up the road after
them, with his glasses on his forehead,
and straw in his hair, and Mahala, sit
/ ting on tho porch to quiet down, soon
saw a sad procession advancing: the
doctor. his father-in law and two farm
laborers. bearing amongst them shutter
on which lay q, figure in dandy sports
manss. attire all bloody and begnired-
BILLY following behind with came bag,
gun and cap. and other portable prop
is it serious, pafrpapn asked Mahala-
go open up the bed in the spare
room, andsgo over to your aunt's and
stay until send for you, if you feel like
fainting,' = replied the doctor.
Mahala obeyed the first behest, but
did not go ,to her aunt's. She sat in the
kitchen watching her dumping and
/ feeling remorseful. s.. : e = - 4 80
That was the young man who stared
SOL All! he is not staring now, poor fell
low! And how handsome he was; and,
after all, q cat might look upon q King.
And twas not his fault that she had on
her old calico, and perhaps it had not
been an iinpertinent stare, but one OF
admiration. u
Mahala began to CRY softly. and kept
at it, off and on, for long while.
| Then her old grandfather came into the
kitchen.
(. DOM cry, child,n he said, coming
up behind her and patting her on the
back of her soft, white neck--such a
pretty thing in a pretty woman. Don't
| cry. Y our pa has rot the bullet out,
| and / reckon he won die, this time. =
Afterward, as he was eating his roly-
POLY, the old gentleman suddenly be-
gan:
s. Mahala, knoWed a gal that lived
away atop a mounting, and not livin'
soul come past once a year; and one OF
them young engineers was sent up to
measure that mounting, and he wanted
liza drink of water, SO he jest stepped up
Ito the door of her pa $ house, and
i But again the old gentIeman's story
twas interrupted by his son-in laws APP
lpearance, and he devoted himself to his
lIplate, and said no more.
The young man who stared. slowly
recovered in the doctors spare bed
room. He was very thankful to every
body, and very anxious to let them
| know it. The doctor, who was the least
mercenary Of men,, refused to offer a
bill, though he bad really saFed the
Young mans life: but he was gratiied
i by aletter from the young man moth
Ter, in which she called on Heavensto
bless him; and, finally, Mr.. Archer,
with his arm in a sling, sat about on
| the porch, or even approached the
kitchen door without reproof. .itsf,
/ After he returned to Captain Pceler' 8
he was constantly to be seen on the
Hroad, and it was gradually understood
H that he was Young man of high So
Icial position. the heir to large fortune,
and already possessed Of ample means.
..lndeed. said Mrs. Peeler,f who
lIcalled on Mahala one day e indeed,
my dear. Il think he already goes to
/ first-class hotels;i but Miss Beauchamp
Twas brought to us BY her grandmothe
/ who likes quiet; and he followed. He
adores, her SO her grandmother Tells
Ime.Sa q think ii WILDE q naschJ aShe,s
the young lady with the white feathers
Eand the red parasol and the; black eyes.
You've noticed herr Ver-y handsome. >
!" Yes, she Is. replied Mahaia,, short
"; and she lost her temper again that
day.4I regret to state, and pulled the
curtain across the window, and wrote:
mo Admissio ion, n on . slip Of paper.
which she tackled to the kitchen door.
..That isn't for nae.'' asked Fred
Archer from without, as he spied it.
!. Yes. sir. it is, ? replied Mahala from
within. ssYou city people have altyour