Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-07-03


down at the pool inwi,ich was mir
rored his snuh nose. shining eyes and
ugly, coflre-co.orrd fnce Maybe a
tarer picture presented itself md
drove his thoughts swiftly back to
his boyhood's home on the plain by
the banks Of the ginnt river Honny-
hO. Again he was with his kind.
red. no longer mn Ishnaplite in II
strange land. Toll was his birth
right. life a mere aninal-like existence,
yet there may have been memories
OF vanished scenes that. like cleans
ing waters was led from his narrow
mine the black evil it contained and
sottele] biz sullen wrath. For the
shad ,u lItsd from his dull face. and
grad'ln =. t!''anger nlso lett his black
eyes. lie almost smiled ns n half
dozen p't ?'nl trout dartel out into
the &C atcl 4" the pool and seemed to
glance saucily up at him.
just then a stone came rolling
down he bunk behind him, striking
the rock bounded with n chug into
the pool. The trout and All Lees
smile, like n fash, disappeared in
stantly. Turning his head he saw
half way down the steep side Of the
gulch, cautiously picking his way
over the loose stones and dead
wood, Murphy's boy.
With n gleeful laugh Mt All Lees
blank astonishment, Tommie sung
out: s4,
''Hullo, Lee! I've run away; been
huntin for you all round; thought
You must be here fishin. Caught
anything? DR.. Morgnn's come; he's
up ter house with dad"
1t WAS II dangerous incline for such
young feet, and All Lee knew it.
Lock out, boy! You tall surev he
exclaimed, starting to his feet. But
Tommie kept on, and was soon dane
ing upon the big rock and shouting
at the roaring creek.
Then it was that, oil unbidden, the
banished demon came creeping back
to All Lee. One little push and
Murphy's boy would be in the
clutch OF death, down by the
playful trout. His swarthy cheek
burned anew with the shame of tho
whiplash. His barely smouldering
hatred burst again into fierce fame.
But before he could obey the devil
ish prompter, there came q shrill lit
tie scream-and he was alone on the
rock. Vengeance had come withoutef-
feet from him. Murphy's boy had,
without any pushing, slipped and fall
len over the rock into the deep pool!
All Lee shut his eyes. His yellow
ish brown face grew nshen. His knees
trembled rs he half turned to steal
off down the canon and hide in his
cabin as if nothing had happened.
1t. was easy enough to do, and he
might have done it but for gurg-
ling, grasping, pitiful cry of
"Lee! Lee!'
1t was not Murphy's boy but little
Tommie calling to him, and with a
smothered yell, like q wild beast in
pain, All Lee sprang to the rescue.
| Across the rock his thick boots
clattered. Into the ice-cold wa
ter he rushed to the waist,
to the shoulders, deeper yet, to his
snub nose, before his eager brown
hands could grasp the faxen head
now drowning in the eddies where the
trout had played.
Dragging the body out and giving
one wild glance at the CHASTITY little
face, with the dripping light hair
flung across the tender white fore
head. lie scrambled up over the rock
and, shouldering his limp burden,
started up the hank. 1.-The could get
Tommie to DR.. Morgan be.orelife was
utterly extinct-that was his one
thought. Clutching the little wet
form fiercely, he dug his bootheels
and toes into the yielding gravel.
| Great masses of sand and rocks
and rotten wood often slid down the
steep gorge, and perhaps because of
All Lees and Tommie's recent de-
scent one of these avaIanches started
slowly from the top as the desperate
Chinaman came staggering swiftly
upward. He saw it instantly and he
knew his danger, as he was directly
in its way. 1t was useless to turn to
one side or retreat. He had already
made rapid progress, the landslide
was as yet barely moving, brush
roots slowly giving way and the
whole mass topping before the
plunge. Gritting his yellow teeth
despairingly, with one mighty effort
All Lee darted upward upon the
trembling eartlA and threw his small
burden free and clear up over the
bank on the solid green turf.
As he did SO n jagged rock shot
out from the slide and losing his
footing All Lee went down before it,
with o hopeless cry like n warrior
slain in battle.
Loud shouts soon echoed through
the canon, but he did not hear them.
He was lying half covered with de-
bris close by the big gray rock, with
n fearful cash cut deep in his shaven
head. Crushed and senseless he lay
at the bottom, while DR.. Morgan. n
kindly faced old gentleman. with