Connecticut western news., 1886-10-06
A WOMAN'S BRAVERY.
A STORY OF THE FRONTIER.

STORY OF THE FRONTIER.
 As soon as the frost was out of the ground and there was no danger of being storm-bound, Louis Stacy left his little home in Arkansas to go down the river with boat-ioad of furs and skins.
 He expected to bring back supply of provisions for spring and summer use, as well as tidy little sum of money as a reward for his labor during the winter in trapping and hunting.
 He left his wife and niece without even the shadow of foreboding of harm coming to them during his ab- sence; for, living as they did, twelve miles from the nearest town, and remote from the road taken by travellers and tramps, they had few visitors, and sel- dom saw strange face; and then. too, both women were accustomed to the use of firearms, and Louis knew that they would not hesitate to employ them if necessary.
 Just at this time a stranger was lying i'll in the hunters cabin-a young man who had accidentally shot himself while hunting in the woods, and to whom Louis had willingly given shelter and every attention.
 Fever end delirium had followed Ar thur Morris's accident and he had been confined in the cabin six weeks, being now in a convalescent state. He said he was well off in this worlds goods and told Laura Stacy when he first met her that he wore money-beit about his waist and begged that it might remain there, no matter how ill he became
 Louis had been gone several days and life had gone on as usual in the little cabin, which Mrs. Stacy and Laura had managed to make comfortable and home like after much trouble and with many ingenious contrivances
 Much of Mrs. Stacy's time was spent with Arthur Morris, who grew restless and feverish if left alone. Laura, too, frequently read and talked to the inva- lid, unconscious that his handsome, worn face and dark eyes had caused more tender feeling than compassion to find g place in her heart.
 The cabin consisted of three rooms on the ground floor-a main room, used fol cooking, eating and general purposes; g bed room, and a small room, used as g pantry.
 Beneath was deep cellar, where pro- yisions were kept in the summer, and even in the winter, for frost never en, tered the deep hole Louis Stacy had dug. Above was 8 loft, reached by ladde, from the pantry, and here the two women slept, giving their sick guest the pleasant room on the first floor.
 It was nearly midnight of the fifth day of Louis absence when Laura was reused by hearing noise at the door of tn, cabin. No. disturbing her aunt, who was sleeping heavily, worn out by watch ing with the invalid the previous night tho brave girl hastily threw on he clothes and descended the ladder just a the door of the main room opened ant two men, in bare feet, entered, carry ing lantern.
 They started little at seeing Laura ..lo opI tL lighted candle in her hand.
 One of them, tall, burly fellow, witt m evil eye, advanced toward her ant shook his fist in her face.
 ''Speak one word above a whisper" h said, "and will put 8 bullet throug your brain p fourishing & huge revolve as he spoke.
 Laura knew that if she disobeyed tn command the threat would be carries into execution; and, recovering from he terror, she asked the men in an unfalter ing voice what they wanted.
 "We want that money-belt on tn stranger you have here," was the reply in . hoarse whisper. '.We know al about it, so you needn't lie to us. Tel us where he is, and be quick about it. !"
 ''Surely you wonld not rob sic manr' said Laura, trying to gain tim and think what was best to do in thi terrible emergency. Ut would surel kill him to be reused in such bruts q manner"
 sWewon't give him chance to speak, growled the man who held the lantern s'He'il never know what hurt hin Hurry up, girl, we're wasting time. he up in the loftf' Laura turned deatf ly pale. In that terrible moment sh realixsd how dear to her Arthur Morr E VI tceA and shs resolved to savs h
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