The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-31

duQ 0FkuCHtiy uHuScO u HOEA Ol AHy kind. The Chinaman faithfully kept watch all night, and noticed that the girl passed gradually from her faint into an easy slumber.
 It was six o'clock in the morning, and the girl was still sleeping, when Parson Jim returned. An Wing felt much relieved, and at once handed the note to his master. It was writ ten in rough, unknown hand, but this is what he managed to decipher !:
 PARsoN: You are understood to be 8 pretty good fellow. This girls father was accident ally shot this evening in scuffie with the coach people. She must be cared for; and I and you are the only man in Colorado would trust with an un protected girl. will see that you are supplied with money from time to time for her keep. Be true to this trust, or look out for KANSAS.
 The parson twirled the paper in his fingers, showed it into his hip- pocket, and then asked a few questions of An Wing.
 "What kind of fellow brought the girl here?"
 "Muchee fine Melican man," replied the little Chinaman.
 "Would you know him again if you saw him, An Wing?" ---~
 "Yes, siree; An Wing no fool"
 Half an hour later, the fair young stranger opened her eyes, and the par son, in his homely but pleasant way, proceeded to make her feel at home.
 "I am afraid, miss, that you have just passed through serious trouble :; but try and feel that you are at least safe and among friends. You are well come to all this poor house affords, and anything we can do for you shall be done."
 But the girl burst into a food of tears, and could speak no words but "Poor fsther-poor father!"
 Later on, Parson Jim learned that she and her father were the only pas- sengers on the preceding day from Denver, and that they were going through to Colorado Springs on their way to New Orleans. The coach was attacked by highwaymen, and as the girls father, MT. Winship, rather un- wisely resisted them, he was shot dead. Then the girl had tainted, and remem- bered nothing until she found herself in Parson Jim's best room. Her name, she said, was Ethel Winship.
 Putting the girls story and the contents of the note together, it looked as though the desperate, Kan sas had killed the girls father, and prompted by some feelings of remorse and pity, had undertaken to help the bereaved daughter.
 A day or two later, when Ethel was somewhat rested, and her grief less poignant, Parson Jim had another talk with her.
 "What would you like to do?" .he said.
 "Oh, sir, there is nothing for me to do. Get me work of some kind here in this place. We had no friends father and had lived and travelled to- gether since my mother died, many years ago. We were poor, too, I know, and my father had some plans of his own, but what they were I do not know. If you will help me to get living here shall be much obliged, and l am willing to try anything"
 "My poor child," said Parson Jim, in his kindly voice, I am truly sorry for you. If you can be content in my rough home for while, stay here until we can manage something better for you. l have no one for whom I care, or who cares for me-only the boys in the camp. But those same boys will tell you that not a hair of your head will be hurt while you stay under my roof I have plenty of this worlds wealth-more than the boys imagine-and I can afford slight addition to my family.
 So she stayed, and found that Par son Jim's words were true. She could not have been treated more as a lady had she been an earps daughter and the guest of dowsger duchess. AS the weeks passed, Parson Jim managed to add couple of cute lit tie rooms to the parsonage, one of which was "my lady's chamber" and the other the "parlor." Then, too, pretty carpets and furniture came from Denver, and the boys began to think that the parson was putting on "lugs" But they excused a good deal in the parsons ward.
 Of course they soon knew the story; and Parson Jim had shown the Hon. Samuel Green and one or two others tho note that Kansas had left with Ethel Winship.
 Months fled, and Ethel stayed on at the Gulch. She became contented, and much appreciated the parsons care and efforts to make her comfort able. She showed her gratitude in 6 hundred womanly ways, and kept the parsonage as neat and pretty as if it had been in Massachusetts or the English Midlands, instead of in a wild Colorado valley. Only, every time news came of a robbery or mur-