Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1889-01-31

at first intended, in order to wreak ven
geance. In very truth he had buried him.
self and struggled with his hatred in
order to try and regard her wishes.
But nowl
Now the Lord had delivered his enemy
into his handl
He wondered that he had not recognized
the man, but then-the man had not recog
nized him. So much the better.
He could have killed him as he slumbered,
but his manhood revolted from that, and,
besides, it would be no satisfaction to have
his enemy die and not know by whose hand
and for what
Drew shook the stranger roughly, shook
HIM until the man was wide awake and
even disposed to complain of such treat
uent.
"Stand upr' said Drew. Are you armedw
81 have nv sheath knife" answered the
sailor; " do you mean to rob me?"
"Imean to take from you what you take
from others. give you chance, though,
your knife against mine, but FL take your
lifep'
"But why; what does this mean3"
"My name is David Drewp'
And David Drew's eyes blazed with the
brightest fires of rage, hate and murder
as he threw himself toward the white
faced, conscience-stricken man, who in
first establishment dropped the knife from
his nerveless hand, then, coward for the
first time in his life, turned with yell
and darted out from the unfastened door.
That was terrible race for life, through
the dark woods and out into the light given
by scant openings, under the quiet star
light, out in that wide, wide, white solitude.
n of
pursued, flying for his life; one pursuing,
thirsting for the others blood.
Like animals they doubled and crossed
and tried to capture or avoid the snow,
which was sometimes over waist deep, but
they dashed into and through it as though
it had been summer dust beneath their
feet. How long the chase continued neither
knew, and eternity it was to one guilty
soul, and then the end came.
He dashed against hidden fence; he was
down, crushed, bleeding, and kneeling over
him, painting, gloating, exulting, with keen
/ knife raised for the fatal blow, was the
brother of the woman he wronged.
! 81 swore it / swore I'd have your life
/ for hers; your life for Annie's!'' gasped
/ David Drew, and his fingers clutched the
/ knife more closely.
'Forgive-forgive," gasped the poor, pale
wretch.
/ The words were little more than whis-
per.
/ David Drew paused as they fell upon his
ear; slowly, very slowly change came
upon his face, and as it grew his grasp re-
Taxed on the throat of his victim and on the
hasp of his knife; then his arm fell. In a
minute he rose from beside the man and
aided the latter to regain his feet.
''Comel"
He led the way back to his cabin; he
placed food once more beside the stranger
and motioned that they eat bread together.
! That, at last was David Drews revenge.
! There are two old men live in that cabin,
and people say they have lived there to-
/ gether for twenty years. The taller, David,
as he is called, seems rather weak-minded
and mutters much to himself of Annie
and about forgiveness" and revenge"
/ They have plenty of neighbors now, for the
/ country has grown in population, but the
shorter, thickest man, known as Ned, IS the
admiration of all for the tender, watchful
care be takes of his companion. They say
little to each other, nothing hardly to any
one else, few know their story, but those
who do point at the comradeshlp as David
Drew's Revenge" ALEX. DUKE BAILIE-