The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1888-02-17

the use of my back temporarily I will
blaze away. One shot, no good. Sec
ond shot-ah. two ducks deai--pretty
good for pistol =
As the ducks were floating ahead of
the log at the same rate of speed, he
sprang into the water and rapidly
overlook them. He was somewhat ex-
hausted on returning, and handed the
ducks to Miss Harrington. Then he
tried to climb on the log. but slipped
back, exhausted. Miss Harrington
put out her hand and grasped his.
Many man has seen times in his life
when, If girl had put out her little
hand when he was all surrounded with
darkness and despair, his fortunes
would have bloomed again as the rose.
Many a girl has lost the man she
loved for hesitating at the critical
moment when her lover fortune hung
in a balance. Remember, young
ladies, that the man who falls rises
higher than ever when he again gets
up.
With the aid of Miss Harrington, Mr..
French once again was safe on the log.
81 owe my life to you." he said.
fervently pressing the hand that saved
him.
''But | owe mine doubly. to you.
You not only rescued me but risked
your life to get me some food"
'.Can you COOKE" he asked, sudden
ly changing the subject"
"Oh, yes" said the yonng lady,
blushing and laughing at the ridicu-
lousness of the suggestion.
Mr.. French took a metallic box from
his pocket and with match set one
end of the log on fire.
Now" said he, "while I confine
the fire with water, you roast the
ducks"
In few minutes the girl pronounced
the ducks as in proper edible con-
dition, and Mr.. French carved them
with his pocket-knife. The pair then
sat down facing each other and en-
joyed the novel banquet as they had
never enjoyed eating before. 1t was
late in the afternoon when the cam
vass-backs had satisfied them. The
sun was getting so suspiciously toward
the horison that his light no longer
touched the east wall of the canyon.
Miss Agnes Harrington suddenly
looked up, with a half appealing, half
dread expression on her beautiful face
"Mr. French, she said, edo you
think we will have to ride all nlght?"
81 fear SOL
"Oh, this is dreadful" and she
bowed her face in her hands.
He looked at her moment in pug
zled manner. Then he comprehended.
Moving very near to her he took the
hands in his own and kissed them very
tenderly, considering short acquaint-
ance. "Miss Agnes" he said, pardon
me for calling you Agnes, feel the
delicacy of the circumstances. But
we must save our lives, even at the ex-
pense of what society may say of our
strange ride at night together. I only
want to know one thing. Can you
trust me?'
"Trust your yes; as I would my
father
"Why not as your lover, dear one.
I do love you. You saved my life.'
land l love you who twice saved
my life. -
He drew her to his arms and made
her ride more comfortably, by hold
ing her head on his broad shoulders. AT
dusk the log glided into rocky coun-
try, where the high walls were no lon
ger seen. Suddenly a cry of terror
was heard and man was seen to rush
from the rocks and spring into the riv-
er, followed by the reports of several
pistol-shots. Rapidly the log glided
past the place, and soon the man
caught it and was pulled up to a safe
place by Mr. French.
"Hush!' he whispered, hoarsely.
"Cattle-thieves!n
The log glided silently along for a
time. 1--WE have escaped" said the
man, eheerfully.
might I inquire where we arep"
said Mr.. French.
,"You are about hundred miles
above landing place and you ought
to be glad of it. y
"Why, it will require an all-night
journey, and we are tired riding all
day"
Miss Harrington gave voice to just a
little sob. Still, she couldn't be COM
promised by the presence of two men.
Il tell you" said the man, "this
country is sWarming with cattle
thieves. I was sent out here to preach
to these people and convert them, and
they have robbed me of all l have in
the world. This gang we just passed
pursued me and threatened my life be-
cause would inform the commanding
officer of the army ana nave the out
laws suppressed.
"Are you clergymanP' almost
gasped Mr.. French.
Eyes, sir. The Rev. Abe Sinclair, of
St. Louis"
Mr.. French whispered in the ear of
the tired young lady, who was almost
asleep in his arms, and when she tried
to speak closed her lips with kisses.
ut will save you from being compro-
missed" he urged.
She sat upright and took the hand Of
her lover of a day. 81 am ready" she
whispered, proudly.
= say, MIR. Sinclair, would you
mind marrying us?'
/" Notrat all, if you will give me a
piece of cold duck for my fee. This
climate sharpens the appetite wonder
fully" WILLIAM Fl. BALLoU.
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