Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1891-01-17

. viol and two viollns, played by Mex
leans who were musicians all the time
aud shearers In the season, comprised
our orchestra. We had the Golondri-
m, la Polonia and soft, dreamy
waltzes with their singular intervals,
piercing sweetness and unexpected and
tender Accomplishments.
saw my boy waltzing with Louie.
rhey came past me once and both
young faces were flushed and bright
with smiles. Presently they passed
again, walking, and on Marks face
was tho shadow that somehow had
felt pfesclence Of from the first. The
light was gone from his eyes, the smile
aud color from his lips. Louie was
chattcring gally and laughing up TO
him, but he looked past her, with n
look OF fierce pain Ia the great black
eyes, Mt a young man, n new conner, ON
the other side Of the room.
Come and look at the tables"
Whispered Mrs. Flint. We went out,
and In running about, helping, arrnng.
nrg aud dcvislng, I forgot the boy for
time.
Presently slipped out onto n side
veranda TO cool my heated face mo.
ment In the soft and chilly air. The
full moon,the great white Texas moon,
rode almost up 10 mid heaven. pouring
Its flood Of white radiance down
through the silent and crystal air. IL
was like the sublimation, the npothe.
osi- OF daylight; the beauty, lu-trous
eiiulgsnce, without the harsh or un.
lovely details. Almost simultaneously
with my opening the door two men
rushed together Just In front Of me
with knives IN their hands, and the
next Instant tho towering form OF
young Melton dashed noiselcssly onto
the porch. He plucked them apart a.
though they had been two kittens.
held the strasger In his right hand,
fairly shaking the knife from his grnsp,
and pushed Marx gently, bat hastily
toward me, against me, aud through
the open door.
"Dont, Melt, don't" said tho boy,
cone Of us got"
"Wait with him Till I come bacl,v
said young Melton, aud away he went.
carrying the other fellow, like rat,
10y the back Of tho neck.
Mark turned on me look OF agon.
ized desperation, a face drawn and
blanchcd aud blackened almost beyond
recognition, all the beauty aud softnc-a
| struck out OF Il: tho great Iustro,,s .v,..
blazing, the flne sensitive feature oniy.
ering fiercrly.
I slipped my arm through his and
we walked silently up and down the
silent hallway. | could hear his heavy,
gasplng breath. | could feel his heart
leap and his frame tremblc, and was
still striving 10 think Of some word 10
say that might soften the savage thrust
II must have been that toro him 40,
when Melton came up and, with n
grasp Of his hand and kindly LOOK
from his blue eyes, drew Mark away.
"Hullol Where's Jake Shnckio.
ford, /" called someone, Just as the palr
went through the gate.
go, ] sont Lum home with him.
He'd got too much and was nolsy,U /
heatd Melton r,Joln In lower key.
After they Ind LEFT the crowd behind
| saw Melton's great arm thrown across
the boys shoulders, and was sure 1
hcard a choking sob.
An hour later saw them az supper,
and I do not think the Others found
anything amlss; but 10 mo there was
visible n flectlng but frequent shadow
ON the boys face, and a pathetic soiici.
tudo aud concern In the big friends
manner.
The ncxt day, which was Christ
mas, the men went bear-huntinp up a
very Wild aud rocky canyon, while
such OF US women folk IA liked 10 ride
aud werc fond OF sport set oil TO lind a
certain wild cat that held forth In a low
bluii some six or eight miles away
across tho plains. Mr.. Melton was our
guide and protector, while Mark was
dragged away by the bear hunters.
As we rode home In the late aficr-
noon, full Of scratches and glory, with
n big cat skin aud q tiny, snarling puif
Of a kitten m trophies, Mr.. Melton aud