Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1888-04-04

deyilment. You know well nun wha,
| mean. II you-uns will do whats
gin the law, ye hev no business ter Gil
other ter help yer IN yer evil doin's
Pap 'ud do right wei an stick ter hi;
religion II it wasn't fur ycu-uns. But
he's that easy to gin in ter some body
else's mind, that when you-uns comes
Ground our cabin with yer smooth
tongue, he allus gins in." Lenita had
risen to her feet and stood with flushed
face and flashing eyes confronting the
handsome outlaw, who only smiled in
his habitual fashion as she went on
speaking When she had finished he
made her a courtesy, and, putting his
hat on his head, he said:
Il am much Obliged to you, Miss
Lenita, for the grafton Just delivered,
aud although / should like 10 hear more,
L am pressed for time and must leave
YOU However, l Will think over what
you demand. but not to-day" and he
hurried of in the direction of the
cabin, up the creek.
For u short time Lenita remained
standing where Bert Coles had left her.
After a while, she pulled out the fish,
ing line, and removing the half de-
voured bait, she wrapped the line round
the long cane stalk which served as
fishing pole As she was thus engaged,
the sound of a pJny's hoofs striking
the rocky path caught her ear. y
moment later. 1eeI-footed Dony came
into view on the opposite side OF tie
Roaring Fork. The girls dusky cheeks
turned crimson as she recogniZ ID both
pony and rider. The rider greeted the
girl, and then he drew rem by the
a II.
drink OF the cool, limpid water. lie
was young man of twenLy-one or
two, perhaps, and sat on his pony like
prince. The dark eyes, straight black
hair and small jetty mustache that lent
considerable beauty to his dusky face.
all bespoke the Indian blood in his
veins. He was dressed after the man
ner of the best educated and most
civilized Ol the citizens of the Indian
Territory, and not in the half fantastic
style OF costume supported by a certain
class there. The belt. bristling with
weapons. which encIrcled his waist.
was not the insignia of border IutliAn-
ism, as is so often the case with young
fellows so equipped Scott Redleaf, as
the young Chickasaw was called, was
deputy sheriff in the district including
the Roaring Fork region, where lie
nita and her father lived IN their iso-
lated cabin.
Lenita knew Scott Redleaf well, and
she hal loved him for his manliness
ever since the day, several months ago,
when he had protected her from the
insults OF a debased character aud
drunken brute. Scott Redleaf, too, had
been strangely drawn towards the
lonely, unleaTned girl in whose veins
lowed some of the blood of his own
nation, and he was very happy to have
met her this morning.
After crossing the creek the young
man sprang lightly from the saddle,
and leaving the pony to feed on the
grass that grew along the woodland
path, he approached Lenitas and told
her his business there, III that part OF
the Roaring Fork.
Some ponies belonging 10 ranchman
in Texas had been run over the Red
river into the ChickaSaw Nation, and
were believed to be concealed some
where on the Roaring Fork. He told
her that Bert Coles was the leader In
the matter, and it was generally be-
lieved that her father was implicated
and suspected of screening the chief Of
the outlaws and his gang.
'FOr your sake, Lenita, l am willing
to let your father OFF on his promise to
encourage such law breaking no more, ."
Scott Redleaf SAID, ''but Bert Coles
and his followers must suffer what
penalties the law has in store for such
criminals as he"
He did not ask Lsnita IL she knew
about the matter or could tell
him OF the whereabouts of the outlaw
Coles. He had merely sought her out
to warn her to put her father on his
guard against the posse OF men now
securing the country along the Roaring
Fork to find the headquarters of the
outlaws in hiding somewhere among
its bold bluffs and deep gullies.
Bidding the girl good day, Scott Red
leaf vauited into his saddle and rode of
towards the north, taking the opposite
bank from the one on which the lone
cabin of Joe Frenchy was situated.
Lsnita gazed after the young fellow
until the trees hid horse and rider from
view. Then, fishing-rcd in one hand
aud fish in the other, she walked up
the noi-y stream to her cabin home, u
dark. uninviting abode amid 4 thlcket
of wild plum and trailing vines.
Joe Frenchy was leaning against his
cabin, pipe in mouth, and hands thrust
Iazily into the pockets OF his coarse
leans pants He WAS a man OF forty,
tall and somewhat given TO the bony
order of humanity His face. however,
WAS bioated looking. revealing to an
Observer one who ImbIbed spirits or
s.pitters" To a considerable extent His
beard was scant and black. HIS hair
and eyes, rs well as his principal feat
ures, proved his Indian blood at once
Above his head, on the rude logs OF the
cabin, the skins of several wild AMI
mails were tackled to cure III the meagre
rays of sunshine that penetrated TO that
tree-environed habitati1n- At his feet
slept two lank, lean hounds that pricked
their ears up as Lsnita materIallZe
down the path
The stolid, bloated face OF Joe
Frenchy redeemed itself as his child
came into sight. \ moment before 1t
had seemed nothing on earth had power
to change the dull expression OF his
count, nance. Now the lusterless eyes
crew bright. and his whole face seemed
TO glow with different life. the power
of love is beyond human estimation
Joe Frenchy's acquaintances were
wont to saw that II IL was not Tor the
love he bore his motherless child, he
would have gone to the dogs long ago
As IL was. he had nearly done so any
way. despite the great affection he had
for Lenita, Yet, that love was able to
reclaim him to occasional reforms. tie
would break off from his evil associates
and declare that he would never touch
another drop OF whisky again, and for
a little time he would be truly happy
in adhering to his resolves. But the
tamnters would come, Bert Coles and
others. who understood Just how 10
strike the weak cords OF ms hatuis;
do again the very things he had pro-
missed never TO do more.
As Lenita put her fish aside, she
asked:
.swas Bert Coles ter see you'uns,
pap?"
.Yes, he war hyar. +" replied Frencny,
knocking the ashes out OF MS pipe
against the side Of the worm eaten
N-a1