Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1891-04-29

She gave me "A look that will go with
me to my grave Alteration and graft
tude shone from her soul lit eyes. drown
ed as they were in tears.
Il amnot afraid today" she said, for
Mannella and Jose are drinking so hard.
and they expect some friends and thew
Will all dance and eat and drink and
forget all about me until they get sober
again
But they are watching your
"Mannella never remembers anything
when she is drinking"
very well. then. If you do not like
to shut yourself up in the dark while l
am gone put Knight on the watch, and
watch yourself. You can see far down
the gorgp, and there is no other way for
them to come. Keep strict watch, Carol
and If you see any one bolt the door and
window. Keep your dog with you and
you will be safe until 1 can return-so
good-by for little while; shall not be
gone moment longer than can help.
You are used to being alone, Carol?'
'Oh, yes; Knight and are not afraid
IN your house." she said, land we have
the other Carol, my twin, to keep us
company"
She tried to smile through her tears
and turned and left her.
ran half the way to Helena. | was a
good pedestrian ain those days, and my
feet seemed winged, like those of Mer-
curry
When 1 reached town and hurriedly
told my story there was intense excite
ment. Deserve to be hanged yourself"
growled some one whom they called
*" IF you knew that this Cleaves
was III the vicinity why, in Gods
name, were we not told?'
Il know nothing of him." said l, cor
his whereabouts. 1 am here to get pro-
lection for the child"
And you shall have it," said twenty
voices, and as many men were examin-
ing revolvers and Tightening saddle
glrths, 3 fierce, determined band-the
famous Vigilantes of Montana.
provided myself with a horse and
we rode rapidly away. Few words were
spoken-none was needed. Every man
n that company knew his duty.
We never slackened our pace until we
reached my cabin. There the first OBJ
ject we saw was the mangled body of
the faithful dog, showing that he had
died in fierce conflict. How l got down
from my horse l never knew. I only
know that had my dead darling in my
arms-my dead darling with a Mexican
dagger in her heart-and was crying to
God for vengeance.
vengeance is ours!' said deep voice.
Forward, menl Nigilantes of Montana,
do your duty"
In less than two hours, as / was told
afterward, the Mexican gang We're
swinging, with blackened faces, from
the limb of blasted pine.
Look from the window, Jim. You see
that marble cross? 1t marks her grave,
and her faithful knight sleeps at her
feet; and some day l shall lie down be-
side her-my pure, unsulied bride in
death. Call it German mysticism, or
what you will, but this place to me is
filed with her presence and can never
remain away from it. That face, the
face of the picture, seems to float in the
light clouds about the mountains crest,
and the silvery mists which rise from the
valley cast divine radiance around it,
making all other women seem earthly
and commonplace. have dedicated my
life and my work to her memory, and
wait for death as my wedding day.
That is the story of the picture, Jim.
What, old man! crying? So you news
paper fellows have hearts, after all.
Let's turn in The night is devilish
cold, although you may not realize it.
But under half dozen California blank
cts and buffalo robe you will sleep like
a top.
May you write it out in full? Yes;
they have the picture-let them have
| the story to sanctify it.
THE END.