Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-02-03

through a long narrow hole between " tight
hitting logs. Stepping to the rear OF the cabin,
she did the same thing; Then she thrust her
hand through similar places by the sides OF the
one door, and said hastily:
Port holesI'
Putting her pretty forehnger on a small
deep indenture in the end of a log near the
door. she said with excitement:
Bullet holesI'
"And you did it shooting at ~artlstsqr
why, where did you come fromT
'Romei Rome! What county is that inY'
Il don't quite know what county it is; but it
'And where is Italy?"
II see by the little cross on your neck that
you are a Catholic; well, Italy, Rome, is where
the Pope lives; and l am a poor painter-noth-
ing ~worse-possibly nothing better"
The girl grew suddenly serious and respect.
full. And SO you don't know that this is an
old battle ground here; that three men were
killed in this cabin; and that the place is
The man sighed and looked away as If he had
some memories of battle as well as the half
wild II lbefore him, and slowly said, as If to
Il am glad it is haunted, for I would like to
be alone here"
Alone with ghosts ~ laughed the girl.
Very much alone are we when we have only
ghosts for company" sighed the man. "But
tell me who the poor fellows were who fell here
fighting for their cabin
Jumpers! That's what they were. Jumpers
that tried to jump my fathers land, and he
She bit her lips; battle and the memory of
battle was in her ewes and voice and action.
How beautiful she was; a thunder storm with
lightning in its eyes could not have been more
splendid.
The man looked at her and she went on:
Eyes, l was born right over yonder. There are
nine of us. i am the eldest. The others go to
school. / never did: don't like it; too much
foolishness. Beside, father has to work too
hard. He's so now; better help him, / say; and
so when he goes to the ISLANDS to get birds eggs
why / go with him TO hold the sail or row the
nasty"
And so you row through Carquinas straitsf'
eagerly queried the man.
"Yes; but this morning, when ready to start,
1 saw that something besides ghosts had put in
appearance here. and SO 1 let sister stop home
from school and &c with father, and I came
here Toto"
ITO tell me to CO."
'To tell you to go; for father would surely
kill YOU here"
The girl had modified much in speech and
manner; but now her eyes fell upon the lines
and drawings that lay on the table, and, raising
her voice. she said suddenly and almost saw
agely: a beg your pardon, but it's landl You
are making maps of the land for the lawyersl
You are not a horse thief; you are aland thiefp'
Had not the man standing with uncovered
head before this angry and impetuous beauty
of the redwoodsb been very gentle in blood and
breeding. certain of himself; in short had he
Wv sue Gnu u
gentleman implies, he would have answered her
after her own manner. But only a dash of
color across his face, a slight qulver of the lip
and shifting his SLOUGH hat from his right hand
to his left be thrust thumb and finger in his
vest pocket and drew out a card: You can
read; although you tell me you have not been
TO school. That is my name; and that is my
employment and my place of abode for years,
until a short time since" He handed her the
card and she read:
John Gray, Artist,
Via Angelo Custoda,
Rome.
The girl bit her rich, red lips again, and feel
ing that she had been in the wrong, made pre-
tense of being unable to make out the long and
curious name OF the street, and SO kept her
head held down as if trying to spell it out.
1T means the street that is in the custody of
the angels" said the man at length, taking a
step forward.
Then he stood at her side and taking hold of
the edge of the card he read it over slowly for
her. Their hands touched for a second, and
then their eyes met. Her breast was stirred
like the sea. She lifted her eyes for the second
time an instant to his and then they fell down
prisoners at his feet. She hated herself and
She loved John Gray.