The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1885-12-05

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Tom 'ud murder his mother for a
glass o. whiskey. When he says
he'll kill Teller you needn't flatter
yerself that he won't try his blame
dest to do it, jest as soon as he can
make sneak on the Teller. All
I'm s'prised at is that he tried to
steal a rife-onless he wanted to
sell it for money to buy liquor with.
He never uses frearm nohow-
couldn't hire him to do with 'em.
He does all his shootin' with bow
an arrow, an he can knock a wood
pecker out O. the top of a Californy
pine every clip. Why, Miss Penn
broke, you're white as ghost !"
ooh, won't you. try and save him
Mr.. Langdon ?"
"Save who2"
"Charley. If anything like-like
that should befall him it would kill
me. know it would |"
1t would have been hard to tell
which was the paler ofthe two, only
for the sun-bronze on the miners
face. 1t was trying ordeal through
which he was passing, and for
moment it seemed as if he were
turning to ice but the big, unset
fish heart melted beneath the pit
eous, pleading gaze of those eyes
that had played such havoc with
it during these sunny weeks. Joe
Langdon wiped the perspiration
from his brow, conscious that he
was trembling, and that she would
surely notice his agitation.
off SO be-" he said, with another
great effort to be calm--"if so be it
should come in my power to do
Charley Brantley service, I'd do it
of course-for your your sake !
But Miss Pembroke" he added, in
more cheerful tone, "you mustn't
let yerself think o sech things. 1
guess Mister Brantley amt in sech
danger but what he'll take keer of
hisself all right. It's time for us to
be movin' down the mountain.
Wen have a sharp appetite for
breakfast after the ride, / reckon !;
but it won't do for you to carry that
white face back to the hotel. You'll
skeer everybody out O. a years
growth" Then, after they had
started off at brisk canter, he said
"What you say to a race, Miss Penn
broke ? Let's see which O. these
horses can take the rag off the bush
in a mile stretch"
And away they galloped at a
reckless rate of speed, leaving a
cloud of dust in their wake.
1t was the next day after this &C.
currence that Joe Langdon stood
leaning against the trunk of huge
tree, just beyond the limits of Blaze
away, absorbed in thought.
He was alone, and he could
scarcely have looked more pale and
haggard if he had just risen from a
long wasting illness.
II don't know what ails me onless
Pm goin' starin' mad" he mutter-
ed to himself. II didn't think it
'ud strike me all of heap to know
that she loved some other man, but
that's jest what hits done-blame
my skin ii hit amt I'm blowed
if understand myself at all. It's
the fust time l was ever kerhum-
mixed by woman, an 1 reckon
l reckon it'll be-the last"
He made a movement as if to
wiring his hands, but seemed to
check the impulse, as if he were
ashamed of weakness.
"Joe Langdon, your a blamed
fool!" he said, unconsciously speak
ing aloud. "You've got the brass
of a road-agent to go fallin' in love
with fine lady like Laura Penn :
broke. But how can man help it.
She amt like other fine ladies. She
makes a Teller forget that he's moth.
in but rough cuss an she could
not talk nicer to the President him
self than she does to me. l don't
know what I've been thinkin' of all
this time. l amt fit to be mention
ed in the same day with her.
can't bear to think of her going
away"
"You can't, eh ?" interrupted a
sneering voice. "If that is the case
it is time you were being taught a
lessonl"
Joe looked up with a start. Char
ley Brantley stood before him, tall
and handsome, with an angry
CLEAN in his black eyes.
The miner felt himself growing to
think he had committed the crown
ing folly of betraying his secret to
! this man.
$50 you are in love with Laura
Pembroke" continued Brantley,
with cutting sarcasm. 81 have
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