The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-06-11

| Such was their Unborn deteSt&tlon
of any man who followed any pursuit
| which did not require active labor
with his hands and such was their
ChivalriC devotion to the fair sex, that
the management Of their part OF the
telephone was given to young lady
by the name of Frances Goldsmith.
On the afternoon of June 20, 1880,
( Miss Frank, as she was usually called,
sat in the little telephone office wait
ing tor the nightly crowd Of manly gos-
sipers to come in.
"Its too bad" she cried impetuous-
ly, "for Charley to work down in that
old hole in the ground all winter, and
then sell out for paltry thousand.
And he's doing it just so he can be
married this summer" and q pretty
little wave OF blood swept over the
sweet neck and face. "He shan't do
it. Charley don't know anything
about mine, and he might have a
| little bonanza and not know it.
"Hello, Frank" shouted q smother
ed voice close to her ear; "are you
| there yet?"
Frances jumped to her feet and ran
to the telephone.
Dear me, left the receiver hang
ing down, and they could not ring the
bell"
She put it to her ear and shouted
back through the transmitter:
Eyes, Pm here; what is it?"
"Don't you forget to send that
thousand up on the stage tonight
to LOgtOwn. Tom says there's
at least $4,000 in sight. Charley
Motley is a school-marm, and don't
know it. Don't forget now Good-by."
Franks pretty eyes and mouth
spread wider and wider as those words
came out of the wonderful littIeinstru-
ment.
"For goodness sake. who is he talk
ing to? Oh-h, yes! why it must beto
Frank Downey, the express agent at
Bokey. They've been talking togeth-
er and Downey has stopped and
switched my end on. Motley is a
school-marm, is he? There's $4,000
in sight and Charlie don't know it and
the money is going up there on the
stage from Bokey tonight. Oh, dear!
what shall do? I'll go up there. |
will. It's only eight miles, and it's 20
from Bokey. It's o'clock and the
stage gets there at O."
The sun was yet very hot, although
almost down behind the hills, and the
trail was steep and rocky; but Frank
pushed on, muttering to herself when
she felt so tired she was tempted to
sit down and rest:
"Charlie'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"
Just as she reached the roadside and
was about to push through the chap
arral which here reached to her shout
ders she heard the rumbIing stage
coach coming around bend close to
her. With despairing resolve to go
in at least with the stage If she could
not before it, she pushed her closed
parasol through the bushes and waved
it to the driver, Shouting at the same
time, hoarse from her excitement:
"Stopl Stop"
But, to her astonishment and
dismay, instead of stopping the driver
reached down into the boot, and, with
"cuss yer, take it," threw a heavy
box into the road, and lashing his
four-in. hand into run, disappeared
down the canon.
Poor Frank crouched down into the
chaparral in despair.
ooh, DEAR haven't walked there
and I've lost the stage, and poor
Charlie-oh, dear me"
The spirit of a genuine California
girl is not easily overcome with 65-i
spair, and Frank was a genuine Cali
fornia girl, and she was not to be beat
en- until she was. She got up, pulled
her black veil tighter over her moist
face, and bravely started on again to
Logtown. 1t was not far, and not
half hour elapsed before she saw the
lights of the little camp scattered
around in the canon below her.
Breathless and painting sne hurried
to the tavern. A great crowd of men
were excitedly swearing and threaten
ing on the porch. Some were in the
street, clinching saddles on their
horses, and in their midst stood Black
Pete, the stage driver.
Don't / know?D he was angrily
shouting. II tell yer twar only mile
back, an ther cuss showed his shoot
ing-iron right under my nose. Why
didn't / run fer it? Thar war two NV
'em thar as sure as fgtin'"
Prettysoon, with ayell and whoop,
twenty men galloped up the road with
q suggestive ooking rope dangling from
one Of the saddles.
Poor Frank hastened to find Char
lie. She found him sitting disconso-
lately on the back porch.
"Why, Frank, what in the world are
you doing here?"
"Oh, Charlie, have you sold that