New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-09-29

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Tragedy of the Plains.
Cheyenne Letter in New York Mail.
The writer met on the streets of
Cheyenne few days ago an old friend,
last seen on the southern cattle trail.
Old times were talked over. Our
friend still followed the Texas long
horns, and many scenes OF past days
were recalled and many trail adyen-
lures recounted. En- the course Of the
talk Red River crossing was mention
ed, and our friend said he must tell
Of romantic. tragedy marking the
crossing Of the stream by the herd he
was with this season.. In the outfit,
starting to gather the cattle for the
trail in the early spring, was a young
fellow about whom hung a mystery.
He had been with the outfit since the
fall before, and such, was his reserve
that six months had not succeeded
in making him any better known to
his companions than when he joined
them. He was slight and delicate, in
appearance ogirlishness. yet his dnty
was always performed as we'll as that
of the most stalwart rider In the
spring, when the activity OF the cattle
gathering began, this young fellow, to
whom the boys had given the sobri-
quet OF Lady" became restless. An
eager anxiety to see everystranger-e en-
countered on the range seemed to
have taken complete. possession of
him. He seemed to know by intui-
ton when a stranger was about, and
was certain, sooner or later to'get a.
sight OF him. "Lady" carried a. good:
Winchester habitually, and knew ex-
actly how to use it. 1t soon became
a recognized fact in the outfit that the
young fellow was looking for someone
and the wild cowboys watched eagerly
for the denouement. 1t did not come
until the herd had been. gat hered and
reached the Red River crossing. The
night the outfit camped on the banks
OF the red stream there rode into
camp astranger looking for work. He
was a stalwart, sun-burnt fellow, APP
parently about thirty years of age.
AS the foreman arose from his supper
to meet the newcomer there came the
rapid beat OF hoofss- A horse
dashed up to the group around the
supper fire, girlish formleaped to the
ground, the freight shone on the bar.
rel of q leveled Winchester as it cover
ed the stranger, and a voice. clear and
stern, was heard: "Make your peace
with your God at once, James Sauna
ers. 1t is I, Ella Morrow, who speaks
to you" A spellbound silence endured
for seconds space and then the. re-
port rang out and James Saunders
pitched headlong from his horse, shot
through the heart by Lady"
the woman he had deserted,
Scarcely had the smoke-wreathsf float
ed upward when another report came
and Lady" had taken her own life.
On the person OF the girl, who had so
long braved the hard life of the cattle
frontier for the purpose OF taking VEN
geance on her false lover, was foumd a.
letter. This told in pathetic terms
the story of her wrongs. Up to her
18th birthday, three years from the
date Of the tragedy, she had lived a hap
ply and beloved daughter. amid the
grant hills OF New Hampshire On the
18th birthday there came young
stranger to her home. He was hand:
some, accomplished, and winning.
Teaching the winter term of the dis,
trict school, Ella was one OF his ,pn~
pills, and the close companionship in
which they were thrown developed.
love on her part. 1t was the old
story. Then came desertion and the
secret departure of the girl from her
home to avenge her wrongs. She
had traced her betraver to the Texas
frontier, and knew that if She only,
had the patience to wait long enough.
she must meet him. Her task conn
pleted. shevno longer had any desire
to live.
Reverently the rough riders,s. who
had so long known her as a comrade;:
dug for Lady" deep grave on: the
spot witnessing her vengeance and laid
her therein. The body of the seduce1
was carelessly flung in a shallow hole,
and the next morning two lonely
graves Mare left on the. banks, Of Red
River.