, 1884-02-12

spiked When they realize the situation,
some OF them viii feel prvcica= ngly. and you
know we can't have any ~lynching."
Sinclair glanced at the rails and gave the
word at once to the conductor and brakeman,
who began vociferattng. AAl aboardi" Just
then Foster appeared, an expression of in
tense satisfaction showing clearly on his face,
in the freight.
@Major," snid he, II didn't use to take
much stock in special Providence, or things
being ordered; but I'm darned il l don't be-
heve in them from this day. 1 was bound to
stay whore you put me, but / was uneasy,
and wild to be in the scrimmAge; and, IL l
had been there. l wouldn't have taken much
notice Of a little red light that wasn't much
bohind the rear platform wi en- we stopped.
When 1 saw there was no danger there, / ran
back, and what do you think l foundi
There was n woman, in a dead faint, and
Just clutching a lantern that she had tied
up in a red scarf, poor little thingl
And, major, it was Sallyl 1t was the little
girl that loved me out at Barker's, and has
loved me and waited for mo ever sincel And
when she came to and knew me, she was so
glad she most tainted away again; and she
let on as it was hor that gave away the job.
And l took her into the sleeper, and the
madam, God bless her-she knew Sally be-
fore and was good to her-she took care of
her, and is cheering her up. And now, major,
I'm going to take her straight to Denver, and
send for a parson and get her married to me,
and she'll brace up, sure pop"
The whistle sounded, and the train started.
From the window OF the sleeper" Sinclair
and his wife took their last look at the weird
scene. The lieutenant, standing at the side
of tho track, wrapped in his cloak, caught q
glimpse of Mrs. Sinclair's pretty face, and re-
turnel her bow. Then, as the car passed out
OF sight, he tugged at his mustache and
hummed-
why, boys, why,
Should we be melancholy, boys,
Whose business It's to die"
In less than an hour. kilograms having In
the meantime been sent in both directions,
the train ran alon ysido the platform at Bar
ker's; and Watkins. imperturbable as usual,
met Sinclair, aud gave him his letters
"Perry gang wiped out, 1 hear, major"
said he. Good thing for tho country. That's
a lesson the 'toughs' in those parts won't for
get for a long time. Plucky girl that gave
them away, wasn't shel Hope she's all
right"
"Sho is all right" said Sinclair, with a
smile.
"Glad of that By ths way. that father of
her'n passed in his checks to- night He'd got
one warning from the vigilantes, and yester-
@-J 10y SNAA S@A 80 a1 Al "a 1-A1 hSAAA-N
and they was a-going for him; but when the
telegram come he put n pistol to his head and
saved them all trouble. Good radiance to
everybody, l say. The sheriffrs here now and
Is going east on the next train to get them
fellows. He's got a big posse together, and
wouldn't wonder IL they was hard to hold in,
after the boys in blue is gone"
In a few minutes the train was off, with its
living freight-the just and the unjust, the
reformed and the rescued. the happy and the
anxious. With many of the passengers the
episode Of the night was already q thing OF
the past. Sinclair sat by the side
of his wife. to whose cheeks the
color had all come back: and Sally
johnson lay in her berth, faint still, but
able to give an occasional smile to Foster. In
the station on the Missouri the reporters were
gathered about the happy superintendent,
smoking his cigars and filling their note
books with items. In Denver their brethren
would gladly nave done the same, but Wat
kins failed to crafty them. He was a mar
of few words. When the train had gone,
and a friend remarked:
AHope they'll get through all right, now,r
he simply said:
eyes, likely. Two shots don't most always
go in the same hole" Then he went to the
telegraph instrument. In a few minutes he
could have told a story as wild as a Morse
saga, but what he said, when Denver had re-
sponded, was only
"No. II, afty-ive minutes late.1