News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1884-08-21

now near enough TO see into the kltcher
saw her father rise from his chair an,
, step to the door of the room where sh
had concealed the fugitive. Her hear
almost stopped beating as she saw hin
push open the door and enter the room
followed by his companion.
"We'l make clus search of it Will
we're about it," she heard him say with
in.
And then she stood there in terribl,
suspense on the porch, expecting every
instant to hear the shout that would fol
low the discovery of the fugitive.
But no such shout was heard, and in
stead of it, moment later the two mer
came out again, her father still laughing
at his friends.
What could it mean Had the young
man been able to conceal himself in the
room and so evade their search? That
was not possible. Then she thought Of
the window Could he have escaped
from tie room by that? The window
was so small she could scarcely believe
that he could have crept through it, and
yet he must have done so.
She went hurriedly to the back of the
house and then down beyond the horse
sheds. No one could be seen. She
halted moment under live oak tree
just at the edge of the garden. The
evening was very calm and still, and the
twilight shadows were deepening fast
Was it the rustling of the wind in the
boughs overhead that caught her ear :?
She listened.
"Hist I am herein the tree
The words came in a distinct whisper
from directly above her.
She stood and thought single mo-
ment before replying. Then she said:
you must get away from here at
once" in an eager whisper. Zone of
the men suspects something, and they
may at any moment make a search of
the place. ! am going into the house
minute. Get down at once and go
through the garden and across the trail
to spring that you will find there. It's
at the foot of big cottonwood tree.
Stay right there until I come"
Then she went hurriedly to the house.
The three men were still sitting at the
table and Sacramento felt rather than
saw that one of them still regarded her
suspiciously as she came in. She did
not speak to them at all, but went
directly through the kitchen to her own
room, and in moment more came out,
went about her work in the kitchen and
took up a pail, apparently to go to the
spring for water.
'"Ten minutes later, standing in the
shadow of the cottonwood, young Som
ers heard step, and then Sacramento.
leading Bueno all saddled and bridled,
He started forward.
''Hush !" she said: "they may come
at any moment. Listen to what say. 1
Your life depends on it. You must ride
straight down the trail for quarter of
mile. Then, close by big cottonwood,
Just like this, you will strike a path to
.he left. Bueno will know it, once you
yef him in it. 1t will bring you. but |
lalf mile on, at corduroy road that |
.rosses the swamp. The end of this cor
iuroy has got out of order, and there are
ome logs laid. Lead Bueno across and
hen pull the logs away. If you do that
will make trouble for those who fol
ow you. Beyond the swamp is q big
,lain. Strike straight across it. having |
he moon square on your right-the |
noon will be up by that time-and three |
lours' riding will bring you to the new
abroad. After that-God help you to
ret safe away -
Sacramento paused and put out her
land. "Can you remember?" she de-
handed.
81 can, but 1 can never forget"
"Never mind that. Here, take this.
It is little money. You will need it.
Now mount and ride slowly q little
way, and then for your life"
The young man still had hold of her
hand. The tears came into his eyes.
The next moment he was gone.
The next morning Sacramento told
her father the story and coaxed him
into forgiving her. And the following
afternoon a man brought Bueno over
from the railroad town, and then she
knew the fugitive was safe.
Six weeks later lawyer from Santa
Barbara appeared with letter from
Walter Somers. He was with his friends
in New York. He begged Sacramento
to accept, as gift of gratitude, at least
the amount of the reward that had been
And so it was that she went down to
San Francisco to school that winter af-
ter all.-DetrOit Free Press.