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

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we'll how to use.
She came out presently and Sc
the things before him, bringing ais
a tea pot from the stove, and pour
ing for him cup of tea. Then sh
went and sat down by the windoI
and watched him furtively as he ate
In spite of his caution, he hat
taken off his hat while he was eat
ing. She could better see what h.
was like. 1t was an almost boyisl
face, worn, but not wicked, will
the curling hair lying in daml
clusters upon his pale brow. II
the hands, small and well-shaped
and in his motions and manner sh,
felt that she could read something
of his story. She had heard before
this how young lads in the east fill
ed with romatic notions about ives
tern life and adventure sometime.
left their luxuriant homes and founC
their way out to the ranches of the
Pacific slope. Perhaps he was one
of these.
AS she looked at him, fancyine
all this, and realizing the terrible
strait he was in, and the probable
dark fate that was before him, hel
heart yearned with true womanly
sympathy; and her feeling found
expression before she was able to
restrain herself.
"Oh, how could you do it? How
could you do it?" she suddenly ex-
claimed, her voice quite full of what
she felt.
He looked up at her in wonder; but
as his eyes met hers he understood
her.
81 did not do it, Upon my hon
or did notT' he said. at was
that man Dennis"
Sacramento breathed great sigh
of relief. Horse stealing was held
in that section to be crime worse
than murder, and she was by no
means free from the popular esti-
mate of its grave nature.
"Oh, I am glad of thatp' said
she. "But-" She hesitated, and
then went on doubtfully: "But
then how was it? Why did they say
it was you? And why did you run
awayT'
''It was Dennis doings, their lay
ing it to me. He did that to clear
himself And after that yon know
as well as 1 do there would have
been no use in trying to prove my
self innocent. They always hang
a horsethief first and then consider
his guilt afterward. 1 had to run
to save my life"
''Do you know that there is a re-
ward offered for your capture9'
Il know the Regulators are after
me-" answered the young fellow,
"They came pretty near
catching me, too, this noon. just
escaped them and came down the
cannon by the mountain trail. !
have had a hard run for it, and
what with no sleep or food for TWEEN
ty-four hours l am about used up.
[ felt as though | could not go an
other step when 1 saw your house.
You-you have been very good to
me. 1 shall never forget
But what are you going to do
nowp interrupted Sacramento?
you are not safe here"
81 know it. But threw them off
the track at noon, and / do not
think they are within five miles of
me. Now l have had something to
eat and l will take to the woods
again. l hope 1 may get away. If
L don't'-his voice trembled and
tears came into his eyes. "If l
don't, / shall get hanging sup
pose. Oh, what fool l was not to
prefer home to this sort of thing.
And yet, wouldn't care so much
either, if it wasn't for my father and
mother" And there the poor tel-
low fairly broke down.
"Hark p Sacramento exclaimed.
She had been crying, too; she could
not help it.
They both listened. In a moment
they heard plainly the sound of hor-
ses coming down the trail. The
girl turned with instant self-posses-
sion.
500 in there! Quick Quick
There is not a moment to lose!
Here, take your hat"
And handing HIM his hat she
half-pushed him across the room
and into her little room that led off
from it. Then she hurriedly clear
ed the table again, barely finishing
the task as the horsemen halted at
the door.
There were three of them. One
was her father. Sacramento knew
the other two men by sight. They
were rough, but of tho better sort of
those who made up the dwellers in
Kelley Gulch. The faces of all
three were stern and forbidding and
they evidently had been riding
hard. They dismounted together.
"Sac," began her father as he en-
tered the door, "hev ye seen any
thing of young chap, a-foot or a
horseback, coming this way?"
Sacramento had expected the
question and was ready for it. And
she meant, if it were possible, to an
swer it without a lie.
"a young chap about eighteen
years of age and five feet and half
high, rather good looking, and with
red-rOp boots on " replied she.
Yes! yes! That's him!' cried
one of the other men, eagerly. "Have
you seen him? Has he been here?'
"It was only quoting from this
hand-bill," said Sacramento, taking
the paper from the shelf where she
had laid it.
"Then you hain't seen him at
alp asked her father.
II have been right here all day,
and nobody has gone by except
Pete Larrabee 1t was he who gave
me the bill. Are you sure he came
this way, the-the-horsethief?'
No; but we didn't know but he
mighter. The chances is thet he
sloped off to the mountains, mean