Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1884-1886, 1886-05-05

OF the picturesque hooks at Yocum UreeK.
The supposed artist remained at Crippled
Bills cabin about three weeks. He
sketched every day and Kate accom-
panied him on his trips as pilot, for she
knew every rare ingle and every fern-car-
peted glen and every purling brook in all
that country. At night, after supper,
Morgan and the old moonshiner would sit
on the porch smoking their pipes and tell
ing stories.
After her work was finished Kate would
come out and sit in the shadow with her
knitting, but it 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 shouldered his
pack and babe Crippled Bill and his
daughter goOd-by. The old moonshiner
would accept no pay for the young mans
entertainment, and Morgan, turning sud
denly, slipped a ring from his little finger
and, catching Hates hand, placed it on
her brown forefinger.
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 as the leaves
on the maple trees began 10 golden
and the oaks were crowned with CULVER
ing wells of crimson the roses in Rates
cheeks grew fainter, and her brown eyes
always had a look OF eager expectancy in
them. He secretly determined TO see
doctor about her the next time he went
down to the settlement at Bangor, but be-
fore he could put this plan into execution
poor Kate was past all doctors help. Be
ginning from a week after the arts. 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 a time, with her face turne to-
ward Yocum creek, and her eyes on 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 a body of hOrsemen
coming up the creek, and sprang forward
with an eager, wistful light in her eyes.
Suddenly, Us the approaching corteCe
swept round bend in the Narrows, she
uttered a startled cry and staggered back
as though struck by some sudden blow, for
she recognized the intruders as squad Of
revenue officers. Riding at their head,
with his eyes fixed straight before him,
was Harry Morgan, the artist
@Spy," she Missed, between her teeth. and
tearing the ring he had given her from
finger she flung it from 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, to
give the stillers warning. As she reached
the head of the glen she heard wild shouts
and the rattle of firearms, and when bull
let clipped leaf close beside her she
sprang behind large rock for shelter,
trembling and frightened. Suddenly
man dashed past her, and peeping ont she
saw Dick Alfrey, with fierce fire in his
eyes, speeding up the glen, rifle in hand.
Behind him came another armed man.
the artist, whose ring she mad 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 quick one,
but the girl in hiding was quicker With
a Siy ohc iSdpcd Jul tilto Tie
path, and, as the hunted moonshin-
er's rifle cracked, the bullet intended
for his pursuer's heart pierced the tender
bosom of Little Kate. She fell to the
rocky ground with a moaning cry and
the life-blood dyed her white dress
crimson. The man To save whose life she
had sacrificed her own dropped beside her
and raised her head. Thre was a smile
upon her lips and her brown eyes opened
and looked into his.
I'm dyin' Harry" she gased, afor you.
love-kiss me" and rs their lips met she
died.
Crippled Bill had been captured, and
when the marshal's posse, following their
leader. brought the old man up and his
eyes fell upon the dead girl, who. living,
was all in all to him, no uttered stricken
cry, and rushing forward, fell beside her
on the stony ground. His bearded cheek
was pressed close to hers and his long
gray hair dabbled in her Likelihood When
he did not move nor speak they raised him
up. He was dead His great rough heart
had burst asunder. They buried them
side by side in the little glen where
Little Kate had waited so long for the
lover who had won her heart, only TO
wiring from its confiding recesses the secret
Of Crippled Bill Eliott's moonshipe still
Philadelphia Times.