Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-02-24

the men to put down their guns. as he had
captured his prisoner.
''And what is the matter? what do you
want9''
"Nc questions are wanted; we only want
you. Comet Get ready"
81 am ready"
The detective fumbled at his belt. There
was a clink of chains against pistol, and
then the manacles! He first put them on
both wrists OF his serene and silent prisoner;
but finding that he was ahsurdly placed by
this arrangement, he took of the manacle
from his left hand, and fastening it to one
of bis own led the way out and on hastily
down the narrow trail that led BY the rocky
precipice above the Indian we'll. His dozen
well armed men were ordered to follow
with drawn guns at the back of the pris-
oner.
Rumblel Roll! Crashl Crash againl
Has the overhanging preoipice broken
loose? Is it the work of an earthquakef
Rumblei Rumblel Rolll Crsshl There
is not second Of cessation.
And not man is left at the back of the
leader with his prisoner fastened so fast that
he cannot run away with him, else he too
had been gone. A stone has struck Gray
and be falls down Senseless.
And suddenly down and out of the dark.
ness q hand reaches; a heavy and a ter
rible hand; hand as heavy and as terrible
as the terrible rocks that had tumbled down
from the same direction.
The hand is about the throat of the de-
tective. A man is on his knees, but there
is no time to pray. His neck is broken; his
back is broken, and the manacle is torn
from his dead hand with such feroeity that
the flesh is torn of with il. And then that
dead and bleeding body is caught up and
hurled far away into the dark arroyo be-
low.
Down deep in the copse BY the Indian
well there burned a dim light. The vestal
virgin was there waiting. She knew what
would be done; she knew how we'll it would
be done, and she sat there by the grass
waiting, waiting the rising of the tide in
the well with all the calmness and certainty
of fate.
Soon there came creeping up through the
way by which John Gray entered, the bowed
and huge form of her shaggy-headed father.
This time John Gray did not see the glitter
ing eyes OF the white bull rise slowly above
the snow white rim of lilies of the Nile.
His own eyes were closed; closed as if in
death.
But clearly Farla had not calculated on
this. She had not thought OF death coming
TO her in this form. She threw herself on
her knees as her father laid his burden at
her feet, and thrust her hand within his
blouse. The heart was still beating.
In gratitude the girl clasped her hands
and prayed. And then she put her right
hand suddenly to her head. All her plans
of hiding him away here for the night in
this haunted spot must be changed. The
man must have help. He might die here.
What would be worse than death, he, in
this helpless plight. might again fall into
the hands of his enemies.
No; he could not be left here now. 1t
would be perilous to all concerned; peril
Gus to him, to her, to her father; most of all
and worst of all perilous to her poor heart
broken old father
Finally she seemed to have made one last
desperate resolve; so desperate that she
almost Missed her words through her snow
white teeth as she arose and turned to her
father and said:
LAY him in there, in the boat Lay him
in there and leave me. You will go back;
go back to our cave on the other siGe of the
islands and stay; stay till come. Go now,
and 60 alone; and stay til l come. Do you
hear me father? Do you understand?
He let his heavy, shaggy head tall above
the pale face, lifted and laid his charge in
the boat, and then keaved a great heart
breaking sigh and turned to 60.
Father
He turned about hastily, caught her to
his great, true heart and held her for long,
80 long. Then he turned, lifted his head
like lion for second; bowed his head low
then and was gone