Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1889-08-07

grave in the grim Businesses Of the
mountains.
Mrs. Maxwell sat by his vacant
chair, paralyzed and dumb, in the
presence Of the calamity hat had
fallen upon her house.
Dix pursued the daily rounds Of her
home life, and, judging from her calm
and p~assionless manner, che had be-
come reconciled to her brothers death
and Bcrt's desertion, for her lover
had left the valley at the same hour
that the corpse Of John was being
carried oyer the mountains to the
home that lie had left in the flush and
vigor and beauty Of young manhood
q few brief hours before.
Dix had found q letter in the pocket
of her dead brother--a letter which he
had written to his cousin at Cooke
willie on the day he was shot and had
not had the time to mail. In this let,
ter was the following passage:
Il think that Bob Wilkinson is up to some
doyilment- He has been ut Bloomington
with the officers. He hates Dix now as
much rs he once pretended to love her. and
II he can swamp us all. I believe he will
t.y it.
LIZ HAL TeHN tulS,g Huu uAU ueATu
from the Widow Dodd herself of the
remarks that Bob Wilkinson had made
concerning Bert, but while her faith in
the latter was shaken, she was con-
WINGED Of the perfidy Of her former
lover.
~.
II was . wet and windy night in No
S.nr~Io~ 1910 R~v1 k1u ~--kIu 49,
the tragedy at the still.
Dix was knitting before the fire.
Mrs. Maxwell lay in o dull stupor on
the bed. She seldom spoke now-sel-
dom seemed to comprehend what was
said or done in her presence.
There came q rap at the door-a
sharp, quick rap-and Dix opened it to
And herself confronted by Bob Wilkin-
son.
@Howdy, Dix2 Iwus . passin' on
hossback, an ez hits pow,fnl dark, /
lowed I'd stop by an borry lantern,
Eft
Bob wilkinson! r cried Dix, 4leave
this house, an II J ever come nigh hit
agin I won't answer fer what hap
pens"
She looked magnificent o. she stood
there in the red freliglt, her raven
tresses falling in Grip curls over her
shoulders. her large, liquid DYES
flashing with resentment, her 1.-THE
form quivering with the intensity Of
her rage.
@Lord-eer sneered Bob; you'd
make . fust-rate play-woman, like them
Al ! seed up Z III Nashville theayter,
las winter wus q year.
Dix slammed the door in his face.
He opened it ~fiercely. and strobe
rAying into the middle Of the room.
sCnrse you. Dix Maxwell I! he cried,
in : palsy of passion. @You cast me
OF Tor tibet devil-whelp Of : Bert Rol-
Inns, an I swore I'd git even with y fer
hit, an / want y to know tibet I've
done KEEP my oath. I tOl Bert thar
WINS ) still in Loves Valley, an' / toll
him precisely whar hit wns located"
@Bert knowed hit without y q tellin'
him, /" said DIX, defantly.
No, he didn't. my darlin'. Thet's
i'll whur y are mistaken. Bert nary
s'pisciOned thar WINS moonshinin' ia !
yer family. But / want y to under
stand tn hull story. / limited laik e.
Bert thet, bein' : dAestrick officer. hit
wus his juty 70 eniorm III rev,noo men
\ Bloomington il, whar u, wildcat
texs hild forth. He wanted q know
Who run III sti1l. toll him hit WINS :
rascal nannod Welsh--One o. them ar
Wsl1hes Nhat'ys bsen giyins ca guv.
m1nt officers y heap u trouble IN these
s6ounHngS. 10 BeRt 10 ht 4 u beit. |