The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-09-16
SACRAMENTO.
Rescued From Lynching by the Act
ola Trusting Young Girl.

90 lLe glrl herself thought as she
stopped down beside spring at the
foot OF cottonwood tree and lazily
dropped her pail into the water
1T ought to have been given to
BOY II 1t was a tit name to give to any
body, she said quite aloud. But I'm
more boy than girl, anyway" ,. ...
This fact was added rather bitterly,
as She looked at her brown, rough
hands and her bare ankle, 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
all alone, for her father was down at
the mouth Of the canyon all day. The
garden work she was obliged to do,
and the care of the cattle fell upon her.
1t 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 continent to the great East, there
were girls who lived very different
from her life, and she dreamed Of such
a life for herself.
"Oh, if could only get away from
here. she cried out almost as one cries
out for help. III | could only 90 down
to San Francisco and 90 to school there
for single year. All, if had $50Om
Suddenly there was step-not a
man, but Of horse-on the bank be-
hind her and then some one spoke.
She knew the voice without looking I'D.
II was Pete Larrabee, a fellow who
lived down on Hahneman's plantation,
two miles along the trail. He some
times rode by. He had not heard her
last words at all; yet strangely enough
his own was repetition Of them.
Five hundred dollars, Sac" said
he; $500 in gold! Dye want ter earn
it? There's yer chance" and he threw
down to her bit OF paper crumpled
into ball.
She picked it up, and slowly unfold
Ing it, ran her eyes over its contents:
$500 REWARD.
The above amount will be paid for
information leading to the arrest,
dead or alive, of Walter Somers, who
has worked for some time past on Max
wells ranch. Said Somers is about IS
years old and five and half feet high,
blue eyes and a light mustache. When
last seen he had on a black SLOUGH hat,
gray business suit, and blue flannel
Shirt and boots with red tops marked
with maker's name.
The name Of the county sheriff was
signed at the bottom of the bill. Sac
ramento, having glanced it through,
looked up.
Hes been stealth horsesl" ex-
claimed Pete. Got off last night
with four of Maxwells best, some.
where's That reward won't do much
good, though, The regulators'll lasso
him and string him up long fore the
lawii git started. They're havin'
mee,in' now up at the gulch. tell
yc they are mad. They'll make quick
work if they ketch him. Yer fathers
there Ye needn't look for him home
afore night much. " ..
Then, after word or two more, the
man rode on, and presently Sacra-
mento took up her pail, and with the
sheriff's bill still in her hand. went
slowly up the bank and across the trail
toward the house, thinking very seri-
ously about the bill all the while.
1t was some hours after this, and the
afternoon sun was going down behind
the tops Of the mountains, that Sacra-
mento, having finished her homework,
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 instant
ly, although the SLOUGH hat was pulled
down over the naxen hair and blue
eyes and the gray pants. torn and
muddy, had been drawn out of the
boot legs so rs to no longer allow the
red tops of the boots with the maker
name TO be seen. 1t was the horse
thief
She did not, however, express any
surprise as she saw him. She was ac-
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 about him that six months of
Western life and the plight he was in
at that moment, had by no means des-
troyed. He seemed to be short for
breath, too, and was trembling as if he
had been running.
Instinctively he raised his hand to-
ward his head, and then, bethinking
himself, dropped it again.
Gould you give me something to
eat and drink" he asked in hesitat-
ing voice. Anything will do, l am
very hungry. II have had nothing
to eat since last night "
Come in,' said Sacramento grave
". In her voice there was neither
Kindness or unkindness, she was trying
to realize the situation she was in.
Come in and sit down"
Then she went into closet near by,
and began taking down milk and bread
and meat, as she slowly did so turning
the matter over in her mind. Here