Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1885-09-02

She stopped In her Wild words. for :
Aeroer storm Of the winter elements
RACED without. A great gust OF 10y
wind struck the door and shook II
Gercsly. The windows ratified in their
stout frames. They could hear the
Wild toss Of moaning t~ree.tops; the
cfsAk Of shattered boughs, the sough Of
creeping, shuddsring. flying winds.
Moy cams and knelt on the other
side Of Miss Penfield; her look was like
that Of > spirit.
j am afraid she whispered, "there
ID something dreadful out there. I can
hear j. walk, it steps lightly, but it
comeA"
.Hush, childt" said Miss PenHeld,
angrily; what are You raving about?"
She seemed to listen to some sound.
Il wonder where David Barker is?
Alb, what's that?"
Then came Q low whine, q scratching
at the outer door.
SITS Fleet. / had not missed him
betore-strange?" She spoke OF the
huge house-dog whose place was usual
~ OF an evening before the fire at her
feet. "Ah, there he is again; let him
in, please. Gabriel How the storm
beats the door in"
Gabriel moved to obey; no felt
strangely relnctant-a voice seemed to
or, to him. Stay"
IIe was holding the door in his hand,
anxiors to let in as little of the drift as
possible, when he felt himself flung
backward. Some terrible thing shot
forward and precipitated itself against
him. He staggered down under the
blow. He struggled heroically. He
wa conscious Of q thunderous weight
or his chest, OF foaming jaws at his
throat, OF huge claws at his breast, and
hot breath burning him. Still he would
not die; he had heard cries, and now
there was another sound, the voice of Q
cherub floating ont Of heaven, where
God is:
Save him. save him"
Moy was there; her slender girls
arm was between his throat and the
VOLTS jaw. Moy's little hands were
striving to drag the wild beast away.
Must she die, too?
"'Ware there cried q calm voice
outside, and the Suffering crack of .
rife-shot was heard.
Gabriel sat up, dizzily striving to
peer through the smoke Of storm and
powder. "Moy!" he said, hoarsely.
A face looked in tho shattered win
dow; then David Barker entered the
room. He leaned his rifle against the
wall. and, STOPPING, lifted Moy from
the floor.
1.-THE ball went through her arm" he
said. quietly. Il had to risk it. There
vas no waiting; but it's nothing serious"
He pushed the golden hair back from
the white. still cheeks. and sighed as he
bent over her; he had placed her on
the lounge where Hiss Pentield was
kneeling, administering tender cares
and caresses.
you wouldn't give her to me, thus l
give her back to you, and I'm not a
generous man." said David to Miss PEN
field.
us she dead ?" Gabriel asked hoarse.
~; he staggered up. lying against the
wall; he was blind and dizzy, 1T was
like a spirit floating past when she
came to help me. Did she go straight
on to another world?"
II am here" said a now clear voice
from that other world so far from him,
across the room where love was.
$50 you see, dear aunt" said Gabriel,
1--WE arc going to live our one life to-
gether. After all. I'm fit for nothing
but painting. Moy says she's fit for
nothing but an artists life. We're 60
ing on . tramp through Europe first.
then we're going to work"
"You poor things" cried Miss Pen
field; land I've not a penny to offer
you; to talk OF trampiag."
ave don't want any money" said
Moy, in loves new voice.
"We're going back to the old home,"
Gabriel said. sand oh, l was going to
mention, / forgot to tell Moy, too, it
was all q mistake about the money. /
never lost any. / have got all 1 ever
had"
well l declare--never lost any!"
mo; it was all a mistake; it was an
other person with the same name as
mine"
"Why didn't you tell m e?-you ought
to have told me-" said Miss Penfeid,
coldly.
"Ah, but.you seemed so like a saint,
dear aunt, coming to me in that way
that morning, with your generous offer"
Gabriel took his aunt's hand and lift.
ing it, kissed it softly. "And but
Moy came among my posies. / wanted
to be where she was, SO / let you be
where she was, So let you be deceived.
Forgive me-love u.s."
well, I Am sorry / can't give Moy
something. can't say you've done any
great things here for me, nor do / be-
lievc you'll make much out of your
painting stuff"
you'll work all 1.-THE same, won't you?"
said the love voice ut Gabriel's shoulder.
"Will work and do good"
"Ah, my angel! Yes, do you! You'll
see, aunt, what l can do when l paint
Moy. lshall make good o picture Of her
standing with the lilies across her arm,
and every home shall know her face,
every devout heart shall look on her
likeness as something sweet to say
prayers before
"Ab. if you're going to begin by spoil