The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1884-08-20

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He fingered ls5 atfthe door With her, and said. In
There Is a Httle favor would ask before /
A favor or never asked before; sweet msiden It
a lovers prrisiIees, that is ALL sweet be
"If you wait, the maiden whispered with her
color rising high,
TIL remove my speetae.esr n willingly
-someryille Journal
SACRAMENTO.
Rescued From Lynching by the Act
4 of a Trusting Young Girl
1t was an odd name for a girl-Sac-
ramento.
So the girl herself thought as she
stopped down beside a spring at the
foot OF cottonwood tree and laz:ly
dropped her pail into the water.
1T ought to have been given to q
boy. if it was fit name to give to any
body" she said quite aloud. s.But m
more boy than girl, anyway"
This fact was added rather bitterly,
as she looked at her brown, rough
hands and her bare ankle, and thought
of the ''boy's work. she had to do.
i And it was hard to believe that this
was the best kind of life for young
girl like Sacramento. Here she lived
all alone, for her father was down at
the mouth of the canyon all day. The
garden work she was obliged to do,
and the care of the cattle fell upon her.
1t was not often that she saw any per-
son but her father, although now and
then, in spite of herself, she came in
contact with the rude men of the min
ing camp up above.
Yet Sacramento had her dream, one
that she scarcely dared to own," but
it came to her often as she went about
her work.
She knew that down at Santa Bar
bara and in the towns along the coast,
and far, far away across wide stretches
of continent to the great East. there
were girls who lived very different
from her life, and she dreamed of such
life for herself
'sOh. if | could only get away from
here!p she cried out almost rs one cries
out for help. ''If l could only go down
to San Francisco and 90 to school there
for single year. All, if | had $500"
Suddenly there was a step-not a
man, but of horse-on the bank be-
hind ner. and then some one spoke.
She knew the voice without looking up.
1t was Pete Larrabee, a fellow who
lived down on Hahneman's plantation,
two miles along the trail. He some
times rode by. He had not heard her
last words at all; yet strangely enough
his own was repetition of them.
Five hundred dollars, Sac," said
he; $500 in gold! Dye want ter earn
it.? There's yer chance, and he threw
down to her bit of paper crumpled
into ball.
She picked it up, and slowly unfold
ing it, ran her eyes over its contents:
$500 REWARD.
The above amount will be paid for
information leading to the arrest,
dead or alive, of Walter Somers, who
has worked for some time past on Max
wells ranch. Said SomerS is about 18
years old and five and half feet high,
blue eyes and light mustache. When
last seen he had on q black slonch hat.
gray business suit, and 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. Sac
ramento, having glanced it through,
looked up.
Hes been a stealin' horsesr' ex-
claimed Pete. ''Got off last night
with four of Maxwelrs best, some-
where's. That reward won't do much
good. though. The regulators'H lasso
him and string him up long fore the
law'll git started. They're havin' a
meetin' now up at the gulch. | tell
We they are mad. They'll make quick
work if they ketch him. Yer fathers
there. Ye needn't look for him home
afore night much"
Then, after a word or two more, the
man rode on, and presently Sacra-
mento 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 seri- |
ously about the bill all the while.
1t was some hours after this. and the |
afternoon sun was going down behind |
the tops of the mountains, that Sacra- /
mento, having finished her housework, |
was preparing to sit down on the porch |
to do her sewing, when she was met in /
the doorway by q young man she had
never seen before. And yet he was no /
stranger. The girl knew him instant
ly, although the slouch hat was pulled /
down over the faxen hair and blue /
eyes. and the gray pants, torn and I
muddy, had been drawn out OF the
boot legs SO as to no longer allow the |
red tops of the boots with the makers
namo to be seen. It was the horse
thief
She did not, however, express any
surprise as she saw him. She was ac-
customed to the sight of rough, evil
men; and at the first glance she had
felt that this one could not be either
very wicked or very dangerous. He
was not much more than a lad, and
had an air of gentleness and good
breeding about him that six months of
Western life and the plight he was in
at that moment. had by no means des-
troyed. He seemed to be short for
breath, too, and was trembling as if he
had been running.
Instinctively he raised his hand to-
ward his head. and then, bethinking
dropped it again.
Gould you give me something to
eat and drink?h he asked in hesitat-
ing voice. Anything will do, / am
very hungry. III have had nothing /
to eat since last night
Come in, . said Sacramento grave
". In her voice there was neither
kindness or unkindness, she was trying
to realize the situation she was In,
ssCome in and sit DOWN.
Then she went into closet near by,
and began taking down milk and bread
and meat, as she slowly did so turning
the matter over in her mind. Here
was this man who had been stealing
horses. and for whose capture $500 was
offered, in her own kitchen. Five
hundred dollarsl Exactly the sum she
had been wishing for-the sum that
would take her down to San Francisco
10 school and make 3 lady Of her. And
this sum may be hers If she could In
some way secure this stranger Or some
how keep him in the house until help Z
arrived. Helps Why she hardly need
ia help. He was weak and exhausted,
and il the drawer Of the kitchen table
here was loaded revolver. which she
well knew how to use.
She came out presently. and set the
.hsags before him. bringing also the
teapot from the stove and pouring for
him cup of tea Then she went and
at down by the window. and watched
him fnrtively IS he ate.
IN spite Of his caution, be had taken
81 his hat while be was eating. She
could better sec what be was like. Il
- IL
not wicked, with the curling hair lying
y dark clusters upon his pale brow.
81 the hands, small and Well-shaped.
md in al his motions and manner.
lie felt that she could read something
1f his story. She had heard before
his how young lads ID the East filed
rith rornantic notions abou0 Western
ife and adventure, sometimes left their
uxuri0ns homes and found their way
3 ths ranches of the Pacifc Perhaps
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