The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-11-27


he? There's SIC, 600 in sight, and Charlie
doesn't know it, and the money is going
up there on the stage from Bokey To-
night. Oh, dear! what shall l do2 I'll
go up there. l will It's only eight
miles, and it's twenty from Bokey. It's
6oclock and the stage gets there at 9. y
Frank was California girl. and there
was no perils 20 her on the eight mile
trail to Logtown; and if there had been,
the slur cast upon Charles keenness
and the eager desire to save that $40 900
in sight" for him, would have been suffi-
| Gent incentives to induce her to dare
them, though she knew they awaited
her. Running over to the postofice,
she hurriedly engaged the young clerk
to take care of the instrument for her,
and, dashing back to her room, soon ap-
peared ready for the eight mile walk to
Logtown.
The sun was yet very hot, although al
most down behind the hills. The trail
was steep and rocky; but Frank pushed
on, muttering to herself. when she felt
so tired she was tempted to sit down
and rest
Charles schoolmarm, is he? Ten
thousand dollars in sight, and he doesn't
know it, eh2 Well, he shall know it
and have all the credit of the discovery.
too-there, now"
Up, up, down, down, around and
around wound the mountain trail, and
Frank wound with it, until tired, dusty.
breathless, hoarse and almost crying,
she saw the county highway in the SOM
Der moonlight just below her.
Just as she reached the roadside and
was about to push through the chapar-
raj which here reached to her shoulders
she heard the rumbling stagecoach COM
ing around the bend close to her. With
the despairing resolve to go in at least
with the stage if she could not before it
she pushed her parasol through the
bushes and waved it to the driver,
shouting at the same time, hoarse from
her excitement:
"Stopl Stop!"
But to her establishment and dismay,
instead of stopping the driver reached
down into the boot, and with "Cuss
yer, take it?" threw heavy box into the
road and, flashing his four-in-hand into
run, disappeared down the canyon.
Poor Frank crouched down into the
chaparral in despair.
''Oh, desrl | haven't walked there
and I've lost the stage, and poor Charlie
oh, dear meF'
The spirit of genuine California girl
is not easily overcome with despair, and
Frank was genuine California girl, and
she was not to be beaten until she was. She
got up, puIlen her black veil tighter over
her moist face and bravely started on
again to Logtown. 1t was not far, and
not half hour elapsed before she saw
the lights of the little camp scattered
around in the canyon below her.
Breathless and painting she hurried on
to the tavern A great crowd of men
were excitedly swearing and threaten
ing on the porch. Some were in the
street cinching saddles on to their horses,
and in their midst stood Black Pete, the
stage driver
"Don't know" he was aDgrily shout
ing. Il tell yer twar only mile back,
an Their cuss showed his shooting iron
right under my nose. Why didn't run
fer it? Thar war two nv 'em thar, as
sure as fghtin."
Pretty soon, with yell and whoop,
twenty men galloped up the road with a
suggestive looking rope dangling from
one of the saddles.
Poor Frank fastened to find Charlie.
She found him sitting disconsolately on
the back porch.
"Why, Frank, what in the world are
you doing here?"
''Oh, Charlie, have you sold that mine
yet? Am too Later"
TOO late for what? Sold it? No; and |
don't believe can. That man Benin |
sent the money up by express, and road |
agent got away with the stage tonight |
and the money went with it. | don't |
believe he'll risk another thousand on
played out mine."
"Oh, goodiep' cried Frank. I've got |
here in time. Road AGENT That is too |
richI Oh, dear, 1 shall die!" Franks
voice ended in a high squeak of laughter. |
Frank, what is the matter? What do
you know about the road agent"
Frank was holding her sides in despair |
of stopping her irrepressible laughter.
''Road agent? There wasn't any road
agent at all. stopped the stage to get
on. and the driver threw box at me-"
"What does this mean. Frank? Tell |
me. What were you doing on the road
at this time of night, and all alone2"
1t took a long time to get the story
out, but she did. while Charlie stood
with his mouth open wide enough to
represent his played out claim with
'$10. 900 in sight"
No sooner had Frank told her story
than he caught her In his arms with
wild shout.
"You little darling, you shall have
every cent of It'll"
About two hours afterward file of
Disguised horsemen select
ed their way up to the tavern. with a
suggestive rope dangling from one of
the saddles" and box containing 81 900.
1t is sufficient to relate that Charlie
did not sell his ''$1o, 900 in sight" but,
on the contrary. received much larger
sum-suflcient. in fact, to make him
happier man financially and matrimo-
nially When enough OK tie Story had
been told in the barroom to account for
the stopping Of the stage, Black Pete
had TO provide for smile all around,
with a continuendo.-St. Louis Repub-
lie.
FLOWER AND TREE.