The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-01-30

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that she could read something Of his
story. She had heard before this how
young lads in the east, filed with ro-
mantle notions about western life and
adventure, sometimes left their luxu-
rious homes and found their way out to
the ranches of the Pacific. Perhaps he
was one Of these.
AS she looked at him, fancying all
this, and realizing the terrible strait he
was in, and the probable dark fate that
was before him, her heart yearned with
true womanly sympathy; and her feel
ing found expression before she was
| able to restrain derself.
ooh, how couldyou do lit? How could
you do it?" she suddenly exclaimed,
her voice quite full of what she felt.
He looked up at her in wonder, but
Us his eyes met hers he understood her.
II didn't do it. Upon my honor 1
did not" he said. ut was that man
Dennis"
Sacramento breathed great sigh Of
relief. demonstrating was held in that
section to be q crime worse than muir
der, and she was by no means free from
the popular estimate of its grave nature.
ooh, l am glad of that!". cried she,
But" she hesitated, and then went
on doubtfully. "But, then, how vast?
Why did you u away Z"
ut was Dennis doings, their laying
it to me. He did that to clear himself.
And after that you know as well Us I do
that there would have been no use in
trying to prove myself innocent. They
always hang a horse thief first and then
consider his guilt afterwards. / had to
u to o my life"
'Do you know that there is a reward
offered for your capture?"
II know that the Regulators are after
me, answered the young fellow, sullen-
~. They came pretty near catching
me, too, this 20 l just escaped
them and came down the cannon by the
mor.ltain trail. I have had a hard run
for it, and what with no sleep for "a
hours, I an about used up. feel as
though [ could not go another step when
l saw your house. You-you have been
very good to me. I shall never for
GET"
"But what are you going to do now?"
interrupted Sacramento. "You are not
safe here"
II know it, But I threw them off
the track this noon, and I do not think
they are within five miles of me. Now,
l have had something to eat. 1 will
take to the woods again. I hope I may
get clear away. If I don't" his voice
trernbled and tears came into his eyes,.
IF l don't l shall get a hanging,
l suppose. Oh, what a fool I was not
to prefer home to this sort of thing!
And yet, | wouldn't care much, either,
if it wasn't for my father and mother"
And there the poor fellow fairly broke
down.
"Hark" Sacramento exclaimed.
She had been crying, too; she could
not help it.
They both listened. In a moment
they heard plainly the sound of horses
coming down the trail. The girl turned
with instant self-possession.
go in there! Quick! Quick! There
is not q moment to lose! Here take
your hatw
And handing his hat to him, she
pushed him across the room and into
her W little room that led off from it.
Then she hurriedly cleared 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 9th.
or two men by sight. They were rough,
but of the better sort of those wht
made up the jewellers of Kelly 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 We seen ANYTHING
Of q young chap, afoot or q horseback,
coming this way?"
Sacramento had expected the ques-
ton, and was ready for it. And she
meant, if possible, to answer without q
lie.
"a young chap, about eighteen years,
and five feet and a half high, rather
good looking, and with red-top boots
on?" replied she,
eyes! yes! That's him!" cried one of
the other men. Has he been here?"
II was only quoting him froms this
handful, /" said Sacramento, taking the
paper from the shelf where she had laid
it.
"Then you hain't seen him at alp"
asked her father.
Il have been right here all day, and
nobody has gone by except Pete Larra-
bee. 1t was he who gave me the bill.
Are you sure that he came this way the
-the-horsethief?"
"No; but we didn't know but he
might. The chances is that he sloped
off to the mountains, meanin' to 90
through S%toyepipe pass. They'll git
him, though, afore shutdown"
cts shutdown now," observed Sacra-
mento.
"Then they've got him now," was the
sententious response. "And we should
be late for the hangin' eff we sh'd 90
back. Leastways"-this was added to
his companions you'd better come in
and have a bite afore you CO."
So presently the three men sat down
to the supper that the young girl quick
ly prepared for them. And while they.
were eating, she herself at her fathers
bidding, went out to take the saddle off
Bueno, his horse, and give him feed.
As she approached the door once more,
q few minutes after, she heard words
which caused her to stop and listen.
"Idon't like ter say anything against
tibet kid O. yourn, neighbor," one Of the
men was saying, "but it hez kinder
seemed ter me all ther whiles' though
she sorter he'd some at on her mind
like. Ye don't 'spose she knows any
thing bout tibet young Teller arter all?"
Sacramento's father laughed at this
as though it was too absurd to be con-
sidered.
The other, however, was not to be
laughed out Of his suspicious. EUR all
we know" persisted he, "she may hev
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