The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1884-01-09

driver, shouting at the same time, noarse
from her excitement, "Stopl Stop
But to her astonishment and dismay,
instead of stopping the driver reached
down into the boot, and with cuss
yer, take It'll" threw heavy box into the
road, and, lashing his four-in-hand into
run, disappeared down the canon,
Poor Frank crouched down into the
chaparral In despair,
"Oh, deari / haven't walked there
aud I've lost the stage and poor Charley
oh, dear mel"
The spirit of genuine California girl is
not easily overcome with despair, and
Frank was q genuine California girl and
she was not to be beaten until she was.
She got up, pulled her black veil
tighter over her moist face and bravely
started on again to Logtown. 1t was not
far and not half hour elapsed before
she saw the lights Of the little camp
scattered around in the canon below
her.
Breathless and painting she hurried to
the tavern. A great crowd of men were
excitedly swearing and threatening on
the porch. Some were in the street
clinching saddles on to their horses, and
In their midst stood Black Pete, the
stage driver.
8Don't l know ?" he was angrily
shouting, 81 tell yer 'twar only mile
back. an ther cuss showed his shootin'
iron right under my nosel Why didn't
run fer it ? Thar war two NV EN- thar
as sure as fghtin"
Pretty soon, with yell and whoop,
twenty men galloped up the road with
suggestive-looking rope dangling from
one of the saddles.
Poor Frank hastened to find Charley.
She found him sitting disconsolately on
the back porch.
"Why, Frank, what in the world are
you doing here 2"
"oh, Charley, have you sold that mine
, yet2 Am too late2"
e'Too late for what9 Sold it2 No, and
, don't believe / can. That man Bonn sent
his money up by express and aroad agent
got away with the stage tonight, and the
, money with it. l don't believe he'll risk
l another thousand on played-Out mine.
e "Oh goodier' cried Frank, GIVE go
y here in time. Road agent2 Oh, that i
g too rich. Oh dear, oh dear, shall die
/ and Franks voice ended in higl
SQUEAK VI luuSuJcI.
Frank, Frank! what is the matter
t What do you know about the road agent2
c Frank was holding to her sides in de
It spair of stopping her irrepressible laugh
'Road agent? There wasn't any roa'
agent at all; stopped the stage to ge
l. on, and the driver threw box at Ye-e ]
-s 'rWhat does this mean, Frank? Il Tel
y me, what were you doing on the road a
Il this time of night, all alonea"
N 1t took her long time to get the stor
If out, but she did, while Charley stoo
o with his mouth open wide enough to reI
10 resent his played-out claim with 1910, 90
in sight"
No sooner had Frank told her stor
a that he caught her in his arms with will
re shout; 'you little darling, you shall hay
d every cent of it."
About two hours afterward file of di
TO- consulate, disgusted horsemen wende
8 their way up to the tavern, with ''sus
k gestive rope dangling from one of IL
saddles" and box containing 81, 600.
1t is sufficient to relate that Charlie
"a did not sell his $40, 900 in sight, but {
n. the contrary, received much larger sun
4 sufficient, in fact, to make him happl
w man financially and matr,monially. VIII,
enough of the story had been told in Il
ID bar-room to account for the stopping
ut the stage Black Pete had to provide for
smile all round with acontinuendo.- Il
10 Angeles (Cdl.) Recreation.