Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-09-26

- 1m, Concho raised the bottle to
& o. ,,,k a long draught, made a WY
> anil ejaculated:
s,r,d that the bottle did not contain
u I'M, had lately been filed In
ar Tres Pinos by an Irishman who
s' American whisky under that pleas
4r,r tirIe. Nevertheless, Concho had
= ng,rIv emptied the bottle, and IL fell
-, the saddle as yellow and haccld
.P,eks. Thus REINFORCED, Concho
~l,,t AZ the valley behind him, from
h. had climbed since 1t was a
q, bonlcred here and there by ara
ami yaldas Of meadow land, but IN
jr,ty, dry and forbidding. His eye
~ , moment on a low, white cloud
Oh, eastern horizon, but so hooking
,rs.,nral that it seemed TO come and
-,,,l ConchO struck his forehead
, hi. hot cyeidS Was it the SlerraS
~. .rrsJ American whisky!
.,.r,mmrucelt the ascent. At times
- u,rn, halC-iuyisibls trail became ut
il, the bare black out-crop OF the
~, his sagaciouS mulo soon found 1t
,,,r stepping upon a loose bowlder,
Il orl fell In vain COncho tried TO
t-,m out the ruin Of camp kettles,
Tin. mans and picks; she remained
rsrmhsnt. occasionally raising her
4 -, coutemplatively glance over the
= lain below. Thea no had recourse to
FoU,. Then he eSSayed profanity OF
II ,.,,- kind. such Us ~ASaSin,' Thief,
with A p.ss heal, " Food for tho Bulls
=, ba, with no effect,
=, ta had recourse 10 the curSe ecclesias-
4, midas Escariot. is it thus, renegade
.-,,or. thou Ieavest me, thy master, u
-sf from camp and supper waitfngi Stealer
e Sacrament, get up
s~ ,sFayt. COnchO began 70 feel I'M
meyer before had a mule of pious line
sasl 10 respond to this kind OF exhorta-
q Hamade ono moro desperate attempt:
II .,b Isf,sr Of the altar! lie not there!
- b, threw his hand intothe air, extend
4. II. enrrrs suddenly. Behold, fend! l
tbecr Ha, trrmblest! Look but a lit
-,s-sc, Apostate! I-I-excommuni-
e-e-Nula."
II THAT ars YOU kicking up such a devil Of
trp there FORE said a grufR voice from
II ngs above.
II rrbn shplicrcd. Could it be that the
was really going to1y away with his
lie darrell not look up.
me- now. Continued the voice, "you just
,gsoa that mule, YOU id old GreaSer,
rrl 4c she's slipped her shoulder
gsral Us Coucho was at the information,
,.! not help feeling to a certain extent
L She was famed, but had not lost her
Is 4 good Catholic.
--rsnurei 70 lift his eyes. A stranger
Americauo from his dress and accent
EEs IeScntiug the rocks toward him, He
ksa ,lgh.-built man with u dark, smooth
That would have been quite common
ami inexpensive but for his left eye, IN
10 all that was villainOus in him APP
aa;y cpntcred shut that eye, and you
The features and expression Of an or
nary man; cover up those features, and the
&Iwn out like EblS' own. Nature had
4pgriv observed this too, and had, by a
,soG the nerve, ironically dropped the
lsgo. the upper iii over it like a curtain,
t7i at her handiwork, and turned him
So Pry upon the credulous world.
VIA. an, You doing hereF said the
lager alter he had assisted Concho in
aging The mule to her feet, and a helpless
SnsFer',u-. Senor.'
1' stranger turned his respectable right
~"anl Coucho, while his left looked
l'hEu.t corn and ~wickedneSs over the
sass
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