The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1886-08-21
A FATAL ERROR.

- George w. Swiper, in accents as sc
and sweet as steam calliope, while b
l. sluggish breath quietly famed b
u cheek and N ade her dream Of the Ia
Q guild spice groves Of the Orient an
plug tobacco, Eyes, Birding, 1 a
deeply infatuated with you. My spir
. yearns for you in terms too eloquent fc
: utterance, and my whole sole seen
enthralled with the mystic wool OF som
magic spell. may say am more @
less gone on you. Tell mo, Birding, i
this fierce passion-this wild surging 0
a love unutterable reciprooated il
thino own fair bosom Pr
"You betcher life r. coyly Responded
Clara J. Ann Stoner. (the Birding
above referred to- as she roguishl,
ysnked the remains Of their last FOND
gum-drop from between her teeth.
"Then may count upon thy sweet
presence to cheer nee on in the dark and
dreary path Of life stretching out miles
and miles before me like the links OF d
bologna sausage P" continued George
w. S Siper, as he cautiously wiped the
cold, clammy Precipitation from his
brow with the back OF his coat sleeve
and drew the winsome head of Clara ].
Ann against his shoulder, "teil me,
fond dove, wilt thou brave the storms
OF life with me, ard side by side fight
tbs wild pillows back, as with fierce de-
termination they leap on high to sub
merge usP In other words, will you
we'd me when the soft, slumbrous es-
sence of tho mild September day-p"
&c sorge!" whispered the fair girl, in |
a low, thrilling tone, I'VE are discover
ed! Fly ere it be too late! Skipn
''Nsver!' murmured tho brave and
gallant George W. Swiper, as his POM
psdour slowly lifted his hat from his
head, II will die at your feet ere fly
Where is itr''
"There!' whispered the fond dove,
rs she pointed out grim shadow in the
path about ten feet distant, ''save your
elf 1t is pap
Swallowing gurgling sob which had
zen reoklessly monkeying around, the
Dung man turned and sped into the
srkness. In q moment heavy steps :
fere henrd in the rear, followed by the
eep yelp Of blood-thirsty dog. Then
fsorgs W. Swiper knew he was per-
Jed. Hs bent every energy to out
rip his fendish persuers. He threw
way his hat and then his cost. Mad +
be dashed away, lsaping oyer goose n
srry bushes and the oalumnious in q
Its OF vile world. Well he knew a.
at speedy death awaited him did the "
fangs of the demon persuer f.
It once fssten in his tender flesh, hi
way. and away! Faster and faster ST
Sd ths sgonized George W. Swiper,
still about four feet ard one half
n in his immediate rear, came the
,t-footed followers. An instant more or
4 the horrible beast leaped upon him so
n passionate eagerness and bore him co
Tho ground. With hasty prayer It'll
! d bubbling groan, the gallant Go. IL
Swiper swooned away. ITO
When he recovered. Clsra J. AIMS "
stood over him, calmly smoking his
n COB pipe, which his fond daughter,
loving devotion, had given Lin as
hristmas present. n
An, now, mo bye" exclaimed the D
with a sinuous chuckle,
he gtz,d ut tho wretched youth,
70, now, tell me phats it all about"
he grief stricken youth spake not. nea
10 was maxim Iowa to me darter." :
forgive me. l was only in fun" =
cd George w. Swiper. Spare my
and | will do 30 no more"
. sxed her to wed with the loikes
-
pare me. spare mol 7 did not "a
/ it."
l's me bleusin' ye should be atther
. gives her to ye. Take her an III. hs
'me. ! heard ye spakin' of her pared
'es oetArmlnou y0 should have her afford
chased ye all over the blissed town. '''0s
essip.' on ye. bye"
'rge w. swiper slowly arose and AVA
elsd greatly at the yioessitudes Of a IA,
fortune. while the old man II
ID his Christmas present with b. 20 7
Mt joy. whose
soTded