The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1884-02-28

behind her, and then some one
spoke. She knew the voice without
looking up. 1t was Pete Larrabee
a fellow who lived down on Hahne-
mann's plantation, two miles along
the trail. He sometimes rode by
He had not heard her last words al
all; yet strangely enough his own
were a repetition of them.
Give hundred dollars, Sac," said
he. give hundred dollors in gold
Dye want to earn it! There's yer
chance" and he threw down to her
a bit of paper crumpled into a ball.
She picked it up and slowly un-
folding it ran her eyes over its con-
tents.
$500 REWARD.
The above amount will be paid
for information leading to the ar
rest, dead or alive, of Walter Som
ers, who has worked for some time
past on Maxwell's ranch. Said
Somers is about eighteen years old
and five and a half feet high, ,rath-
er good-looking, With light curly
hair, blue eyes and light mustache.
When last seen he had on a black
SLOUGH hat, gray business suit with
blue flannel shirt and boots with
red tops marked with makers name.
The name of the county sheriff
was signed at the bottom of the
bill. Sacramento, having glanced
- .brou.rh IOokad nm
Hes been stealin' horses" ex-
claimed Pete. ''Got off last night
with four of Max'ell's best, some
where's. Thet reward won't do
much good, though. Their regula-
tors II Iasso him an string him up
long fore ther law'll get started.
They're hevin' a meetin' now up at
the Gulch. 1 tell ye, they are mad.
They'll make quick work eff they
ketch 'em. Yer fathers there. Ye
needn't look fur him afore night
much"
Then, after word or two more,
the man rode on; and presently
Sacramento 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 seriously about the
five hundred dollars all the while.
1t was some hours after this and
the afternoon sun was going down
behind the tops of the mountains,
that Sacramento, having finished
her housework, 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 instantly, although
the slouch hat was pulled down
over the faxen hair and blue eyes,
and the gray pants, torn and mud
dy, had been drawn out of the boot
legs so as to no longer allow the
red tops of the boots with the
makers name to be seen. 1t was
the horse thief.
She did not, however, express
any surprise as she saw him. She
was accustomed to the sight o.
rough, evil men and at the frs
glance she had felt that this ont
could not be either very wicked Oh
very dangerous. He was not much
more than a lad, and had an air o
gentleness and good-breeding abou
him that six months of western lif'
and the miserable plight he was il
at the moment had by no means de
stroyed. He seemed to be short TO
breath, too, and was trembling, a
if he had been running.
Instinctively he raised his hant
toward his hat, and then, bethink
ing himself, dropped it again.
E'Could you give me something t.
eat and drink?'' he asked, in a hest
tating voice. Anything will do.
am very hungry. II have hat
nothing to eat since last night"
"Come in,'' said Sacramento
gravely. In her voice was neithe
Kindness nor unkindness. Sae wa
trying TO realize the situation sh
was in. ''Come in and sit down"
Then she went into the close
near by and began taking dow
from the shelves milk and brea
and meat, as she slowly did so turn
< ing over the matter in her mino
Here was this man, who had bee
stealing horses, and for whose cap
ture FIVE hundred dollars was offer
ed. in her kitchen. Five hundre,
dollars, Exactly the sum she ha
been wishing for-the sum tha
would take her down to San Fran
cisco to school and help her max
a lady of herselt. And this sur
might be hers if she could in som
way secure this stranger or some
how keep him in the house unit