Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1884-01-24

frances jumped to her feet and ran to
the telephone. -u ~
" Dear me, I left the receiver bane.
bell" Ains sne
She put it to her ear and shouted
paok through the transmitter:
Yes, I'm here; what is it?"
Don't you forget to send that tbou-
sand up on the stage tonight to Log
town. Tom says there's at least stt5'.
Ooo in sight. Motley is O school -marm
and don't know it. Don't forget now.
Goodbye" o"'
Franks pretty eyes and mouth spread
wider and wider as these words came
out OF the wonderful little instrument.
For goodness sake! who is he talk
ing to? Oh. h-h y-e-e-s! why, it Eust
pc to Frank Downey, the express agent
at Bokey. They've been talking to.
gether, and Downey has stopped and
switched my end on. Motley is a
school marn, is he? There's $4,000
IN sight and Charley don't know it, and
the money is going up there on the
stage from Bokey tonight. Oh, dear,
what shall l do? I'll go up there.
will. It's only eight miles, and it,
twenty from Bokey. It's 5 o'clock. and
the stage gets there at g."
Frank was California girl, and there
were no perils to her on the eight-mile
trail to Logtown, and if there had been,
the slur cast upon Charley's keenness,
and the eager desire to save that "S1O..
O0O in sight" for him would have been
sufficient incentives to induce her to
dare them, though she knew they await.
ed her. Running over to the postoflice,
she hurriedly engaged the young clerk
to take care of the instrument for her.
and, dashing back to her room, she soon
appeared ready for her eight-miie walk
to Logtown. A little silk cap sur.
mounted her head and over it was
stretched a black veil to protect her face
from the sun and from the evening
breeze after dark. Spreading her jaun.
ty parasol she threaded her way along
the narrow trail which led through the
chaparral into the dark woods.
The sun was very hot, although
almost down behind the hills, and the
trail was steep and rocky, bat Frank
pushed on, mnttering to herself, when
she felt SO tired she was tempted to sit
down and rest, "Charley's a school
marm is he? Ten thousand dollars
in sight and he don't know it, eh ;? Well.
he shall know it, and have all the credit
OF the discovery too, there now? Up,
up, down, down, around and around
wound the mountain trail, and Frank
wound Withit, until tired, dusty, breath
less, hoarse and almost crying, she saw
the county highway in the sombre moon
light just below her.
just as she reached the roadside and
was about to push through the chaparral
which here reached to her shoulders she
heard the rumbling old stage coach com.
ing round bend close to her.
With desparing resolve to go in at
least with the stage ifshe hecouldnot before
it, shepushed her closed parasol through
the bushes aud waved il to the driver.
shouting at the same time, hoarse from
her excitement, "Stop Stop p
But to her astonishment and dismay,
instead of stopping, the driver reached
down into the boot, and, with q "cuss
yer, take !" threw heavy boxinto the
road, and lashing his four in. hand into
run, disappeared down the canon.
Poor Frank crouched down into the
chaparral in despair.
"Oh, dear! Haven't walked there
and I've lost the stage and poor Charley
oh, dear me"
The spirit Of genuine California girl
is not easily overcome with despair, and
Frank was 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. It was
not far and not half hour elapsed be.
fore she saw the lights of the little camp
scattered around in the canon below her.
Breathless and painting sue hurried to
the tavern. A great crowd of men were
excitedly swearing and threatening OF
the porch. Some were in the street
clinching saddles on their horses, and il
their midst stood Black Pete, the stage
driver.
"Don't I know?" he was angrily
shouting, " / tell yer twar only mile
back, and ther cuss showed This shootin
iron right under my nose Why didn't
I run for it? Thar war two nv 'em tha,
as sure as f1ghtln'.
Pretty soon, with yell and a whoop,
twenty men galloped up the road with Q
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, Fraak, what in the world are
you doing here? ?"
sob, Charley, have you sold that
mine yet? Am l too late?"
"Too late for what? Sold it? No
and don't believe I can. That mar
Bonn sent his money up by express ant
n road agent got away with the stage to
night, and the money with it. 1 dom
believe he'll risk another thousand on
played. out mine"
"Oh goodie y cried Frank, "I'ye go
mere in time. Road agent? Oh, thai
is too rich. Oh dear, oh dear, I shal
die and Franks voice ended in s
high squeak of laughter,
Frank, Frank! What is the matter :
What do you know about the roat
agent?"
Frank was holding her sides il
despair of stopping her irrepressible
laugh.
.sRoad agent? There wasn't any
road agent at all; I stopped the stage te
get on, and the driver threw box al
me I"
What does this mean, Frank? Tel
me. What we're you doing on the roac
at this time of night all alone2"
It took her long time to get the
story out, but she did, while Charley
stood with his mouth open wide enough
to represent his played-out claim with
SO, 900 in sight.
No sooner had Frank told her story
than he caught her in his arms with {
wild shout, "you little darling, yor
shall have every cent of it."
About two hours afterwsrd file o
disconsolate, disgusted horsemen wend
ed their way up to the tavern, with ,
suggestive rope dangling from one O
the saddles" and box containing
81, 1000.
1t is sufficient to relate that Charlie,
did not sell his $40, 900 in sight, but OF
the contrary received much large
sum; sufficient, III fact, to make him {
happier man, financially and matrimo
nially. When enough of the story hat
been told in the bar room to account fo