, 1883-07-21

peace of his life, and one day the
sheriff came around to see Jack about
something, and Jack didn't care to
have any words with him, and so he
went away. Don't you know l
hadn't the slightest idea where he
had gone for the longest time. But
one day l got letter from Chicago,
and it was from Jack, and he had
been having such a hard time, poor
fellow, and he said If he only had
some money he could go to the mines
and dig lots Of gold, and then come,
and we would be as happy as two
bugs in a rug. Now, wasn't that
nice of Jack ? Well, so as had been
saeing uP ever since he went awdy.
I just sent him the money, and then
1 didn't hear from again until about
week ago. Then a letter came
from Arizona, and it was from Jack,
and he had been having more trou-
BILE, and unless he could have more
money within two weeks they would
put him in jail. can't understand
why every one is so down on Jack.
So you see 1 drew all my money
from the bank, and as l was afraid
the mail might miscarry, l just
thought it would be safer to bring 1t
myself. And so here lam, and-and
that's all. But won't he be glad to
see me, the dear old darling, and
won't it be splendid when l get
there to face those wretches who are
so down on him, and pay them their
old, nasty money, and say: "There,
you old rascals, Pm little woman,
as you can see, but 1 am Jack Sey-
mour's wife" Oh, won't it be nice;
driver ?"
"'Great Heavens ? l thought.
Jack Seymour! the toughest des-
peradO in the Southwest and the
biggest rascal unhung! Jack Sey-
mOur's wifel She had better have
been the wife Of the old Nick him
self And then happened to think
that sure enough the Sheriff had
taken him a few weeks before, and
that II Judge Lynch didn't try him
in the meantime he would certainly
swing by due process Of law, and all
the wives in the world wouldn't save
him. am afraid my face, even in
the moonlight, must have shown
something Of my horror at the
thought, for she peered curiously
into 1t, and grasped my arm with a
little clutch as she said: DO you
know Jack, driver? Maybe you
and his hair is ever 50 light, and
curls all over his head in the cum
INCEST little tight ringlets.' Oh, yes,
/ grOaned to myself, not the least
doubt in the world but your man and
my mine are one and the same in
fernal scoundrel. But to her l said
something altogether different, as
you may imagine, and / did my best
to keep up the conversation, and lis
tened to all her queer little plans and
condolences, and am afraid l forgot
all about the truth in listening to
that merry little voice as 1t chatted
all night long to plumb daylight.
"a half hour after sunrise we
drove into the little ranch where we
were to change horses and breakfast.
l noticed a crowd around the relay
house long before we reached 1t say
dozen men armed to the teeth, and
horses all saddled, as though a party
had been staying there over night
and were about TO start on. But you
can imagine how the blood curdled
in my veins when, as we drew up In
front Of the piazza two men with
drawn revOlvers came out Of the
door, and between them was a tall,
fair man, with blue eyes and curling
hair, and wearing the most dare
devil expression / ever witnessed.
1t was the Sherif7s posse taking a
prisoner to Santa Fe. And just at
that moment the New FOundland
made one spring from the roof Of the
coach to the piazza, and a ringing
voice shouted: "Why, that is my
Jack ~ and my little woman made
one flying leap to the ground, with
glad-like cry that shall never for
get to my dying day, end then saw
Seymour struggling with his guards,
heard muffied Oaths, saw him wrench
a revolver from one of them. Stand
of he shouted. Stand of, men, or
l will have some ones hearts blood I
Stand off, 1 sayP Then saw the
burly Sheriff advance toward him,
when, quick as a fash, Seymour lew
eled and fired square at his head.
But the Sheriff had lodged, and as
my little woman had been trying all
the time to reach his side the cruel
bullet struck her full in the breast,
and she fell forward just as Sey-
mour sprang and caught her in his
arms. Then we all gathered around
them as she lay there with her little
white arms around his neck, talking
to him in her sweet little voice,
while the anguish on SeymOur's face
was terrible to witness. How he
cursed and imprecated his captors
and petted and soothed the dying
woman, and swOre by all the heav-
ems that he would make mankind
pay dearly for that moment. And
she-the dear little angel-Oh, shall
ever forget it?-she talked Of moth
ing but JACK. Never mind, my
darling she whispered, 1T was not
your fault you couldn't help it, you