Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-04-16

the gate She threw her arms around the
old mans neck and kissed him, whisper
ing meanwhile that stranger man had
come ami was thar on the pOCh' The
newcomer had followed her down, and
when Crippled Bill looked up quickly, with
a truwn on his face the young man raised
his hat and apologized for his intrusion
I'm an artist" he said, and my busi
ness here i To- make sketches Uf this most
picturesque solitude
Crippled Bill answered him grufily, de
spite Little Hates fruwuing protest, hut
the old man finally picked up the two jugs
of whisky and walked toward the house
muttering something about "hevin' no
room To entertain strangers. He followed
Kate inside the house The stranger re-
manned on the porch. Father and daugh
ter held whispered consultation and
presently Crippled Bill came out and III
vited the young man 10 take cheer
The latter had already intr"duced
himself rs Harry Morgan, artisf,
and when he had told the old
moonshiner several stories that tick
led the latter nightly and had
listened patiently to Bills running Hc-
count of Murgan's raid and his own
wounding ny stray Federal bullet, the
two became quite good friends, and before
Kate announced supper Harry Morgan
had prevailed upon Crippled Bill t" allow
him To occupy the little bed i'll the loft
and to eat at his table until he should
have made IA sutfi lent number nf sketches
of the picturesque hooks AT Gncum Creek.
The supposed ar iSt remained AT Crippled
Bill'S cabin Gbuut three weeks. lie
skctChed ever day and Kate accom-
panied him on his trips ~ pilot, for she
knew every rare inClr and every fern car
petcd glen and every purlluE brook in all
that country At night. after supper,
Morgan and the old muun>hincr would sit
on the porch smoking their pipes and tell
ing stories.
After her work was finiyhed Kate would
come out and sit in the shadow with heI
knitting. but il was either too dark to see
the stitches or she became Interested In
the stories the two men told, for She rarely
did much work one morning, after
breakfast, the young man shuuldered his
pack and hude Crippled Bill and his
daughter good by. The old mOunshiner
would accept no pay for the young mans
entertainment. and Morgan, turning sud
denly, slipped ring from his little finger
and, catching hates hand, placed it ON
her brown furetinger.
You will wear this TO remember me,
he said, and she looking into his face with
moist eyes, answered truthfully:
Il shall never fOrgit ye"
The summer passed away and Bill, who
was always solicitous for his Little
Hates health noticed that a. the leaves
ON the maple trees began tu golden
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ing wells of crimson the roses i'll Hates
cheeks grew fainter, and her brown eyes
always had a look of eager expectancy in
them. He secretly determined to see IA
doctor about her the next time he went
down to the settlement at Bangor, but Tx
lore he could put this plan into execution
poor Kate was past all doctors help. Be
ginning from week after the artist left
the girl had made journey every morn
ing to little glen which overlooked the
road leading up from the Narrow and
would sit there on the messy rock for
hours at time. with her face turne to
ward NOCum creek, and her eyes Oh knit
ting This particular morning she went
To the same place, and had hardly taken
her position on the rock when she heard
the hurried tramp of Il body ot hOrsemen
coming up the creek, and srrtug forward
with an eager, wiStful light in her eyes.
suddenly. rs the approaching cortegr
swept round a bend in the \arrOws, she
uttered a startled cry and staggered back
rs though struck by some sudden blow, for
she recognized the iutruders a. a squad of
revenue officers Riding at their head.
with his eyes fixed straight before him,
was Harry Morgan, the artist
spy" she hisscd, between her teeth, and
tearing the ring he had given her from
finger she flung it frCm her. Then, rs the
government party disappeared around a
bend in the Narrows. heading straight TO
ward her fathers still she bounded up the
glen like a frightened deer, with fierce and
passionate anger Juggling at her heart, Il
| give the StillerS warning. As she reached
! the head of the glen she heard wild shouts
! and the rattle of Ill earns, and when bul-
! let clipped a leaf close beside her she
/ sprang behind IA large rock for shelter
/ trembling and frightened. suddenly d
| man dashed past her. and peeping out she
/ saw Dick Alfrey, with "A fierce iii Ie in his
/ eyes, speeding up the glen, rife in hand.
Behind him came another armed man
/ the artist. whose ring she had cast from
/ her in sCorn only few minutes before
/ As he reached the rock behind which she
, crOuched Dick Alfrey sprang TO shelter
/ behind some bushes. and, wheeling, raised
/ his rifle The movement was a quick one
/ but the girl i'll hiding was quicker With
a warning cry she leaped out into the
/ path, and, as the hunted moOnshin
ers rifle cracked. the bullet intended
/ for his pursuers heart pierced the tender
bosom of Little Kate. She fell TO tn,
rocky ground with a moaning cry ant
the life blood dyed her white dres:
/ crimson The man 10 save whose life sh,
/ had sacrificed her own dropped beside hel
and raised her head. Thre was a smil,
upon her lips and her brown eyes opened
and looked into his.
I'm dyin' Harry" she gased. for you
: lOve-kiss me-" and as their lips met sh,
died.
Crippled Bill had been captured, anC
when the marshal's posse, following theil
leader brought the old man up and hi.
eyes fell upon the dead girl, who, living
was all in all to him. he uttered a stricker
cry, and rushing forward, fell beside hel
on the stony ground. His bearded cheei
was pressed close to hers and his Ions
gray hair dabbled in her life blood. WheI
. ne did not move nor speak they raised hin
up. He was dead. His great rough hear
had burst aSunder. They buried then
side by side in the little glen wher,
Little Kate had waited so long for tn,
lover who had won her heart, only t,
wiring from its confiding recesses the secre
of Crippled Bill Eliott's moonshine still =
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