The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1889-07-06

of night" and the only passenger of ii.
Red Gulch stage drew his ulster clos
about him and even then shivered lin.
with the cold.
''Yes, we'd orter hev stopped back yend.
until mornin', but the mail haz ter (
through if we kin git it. Ye see, they z
awful pertic'lar about it an amt been Z
the route before. 1 don't want ter fail *
my first trip"
'You don't mean to say you don't knov
this rOad"
"Wa'al, 1 calclate I know it pretty wef
but amt a reg'ler driver, that's all. III
horses hez ben along here often enough.n
''Are there any bad places"
Zone that's right bad, bout two miles lii
side o. town, long side of Indian hill Ne
roads between tie hill and the SmoFv
river. Haven (he's the old driver) usedto
have light in his house along there 4
guide him when he came in late. Sprf
there'll be one tonight. The horses'll III
bear off to the right o. the light, an we'llbe
all o. X"
The rickety old stage numbered on form
hour. 1t was quite dark and the horssl
weary and confused by the now whirlha
snow, were picking out the way slowly
"We're almost thar" volunteered de
driver, Joe Horris.
''Most where!" asked the passenger, vho
had forgotten the former conversation.
'Most to the river cut by Haven's housn
Say, driver, ls,low Haven and guess
I'll get out at the house. You can take nv
things on down to the hotel, and Tlbe
down in the morning"
They had reached Indian hill, aif|esA
rivers angry roar came up sfsona b esess
ing with the northern blast for supre4isl
of sound. III
Suddenly, midway in the cut, the hoIes
stopped. AS Horris attempted to urge TIN
on, weak voice came from the blacffss
beyond their heads.
There's somebody there exclaimsthe
passenger, and in a moment he is g1tlng
his way to the heads of the horses, and hen
lifting from the drift little, girlishprm
which, while being carried to the Vgon,
dropped into insensibility and Was re
dead thing in the mans arms.
When, an hour later, the STORM aten
company drew up to the hotel and thlight
of the office lamp streamed full uln the
girls face, the bystanders, whowere
watching for signs of returning lifewere
surprised to see the stranger kiss n lips
and cheeks passionately.
"See hyar," blurted out Horris, 20 in
suits, young man, in these parts. Wknow
Madge Haven too well.'
''Insults!' repeatedsthe youth fore was
scarcely more), as he relinquistd his
charge to the hands of the landlady,'she is
my sister"
And SO it proved; for when he sized his
name upon the register, it read, william
Morris Haven, Portland, Ore"
An hour later, Ben Haven came to the
village to organize searching pay. His
relief when he found his child SAT, though
chilled and still insensible, at the btel, car
not be told in words.
The shock and the agony of tat NIGH
made new man of him, and hi tender
ness toward the daughter who Shared witt
him the secret of his remorse, tbugh they
never spoke of it to each othr, was re
marked by all who knew them.
So effectual and lasting was tbs reform
that the Daily Calliope was ableto give, ;
few weeks later, on the same day that i
told of Miss Madge's first appearance upol
the street, this item:
''Mr. Ben Haven has accepted his old pc
sition on the Red Gulch stage line his sue
cessor, Joe Horris, having resigned to go t
the Tines. "-Charles NJ. Harger, in Yanke
Blade. -