Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1891-10-31

moment scarlet coated officer Of the
police force rode up to the little camp.
Touching his hat respectfully he said:
"Tm looking for Louis and Leon Morel.
father and son."
Here we are," cried Morel, stepping
forward. Pauline uttered low cry of
half fear, half surprise, and clung to her
mother with deep anxiety pictured on
her face. Morel raised his hand toward
the two women, and said in aquiet tone.
''Be calm,' then turning to the officer
he continued:
"What is your business with US, sir?"
II hold q warrant for your arrest,
was the reply.
Our arrestT' repeated MoreL This
Is not Bismarckland What are we ac-
cused Off Let me see the warrant"
The officer handed the paper to the
Frenchman, who glanced it over.
Horse stealingw he exclaimed, as the
blood mantled his face and neck. This
is infamous. We are honest people"
"Yes, we are honest peoplew cried
Madam Morel. stepping forward and fac
ing the police officer.
Morel laid his hand gently on his
wife's shoulder. This Is not a matter
for women to SETTLE" he murmured;
then approaching the officer, he informed
him that their horses were tethered some
distance away and that his son would
bring them in I'VE shall be ready to
follow you in short half hour" added
Morel
The officer nodded his approval
Pauline's eyes were filled with tears as
her father led her and her mother aside
and spoke few words Of comfort and
encouragement to them.
Fear nothing" said he; mo harm
will cQ1he to u.s. We shall be back in q
day or so. This is not Bismarckland,
tell you'll Close the packwagon securely
at night and see that your pistols are
close at hand. But you'll not need them.
Women are sacred in this country. II q
wolf comes prowling around in the night
use my Winchester, Pauline. Take good
care Of little mamma. Goodby, goodby"
The three men rode away and Pauline
and her mother stood watching them
until their forms faded out of sight in
the dark shadows cast by the towering
pines which lined the road
Don't tremble. little motherr cried
Pauline bravely. for she felt her heart
grow strong at thought Of the glaring
injustice that had been done. her father
and brother They'll soon come back
to us. Hector and I'll take good care
Of you. You know I've killed deer
and Leon says I'm as good shot with q
pistol as he is"
Madam Morel smiled at her daughters
cheering words and replied: al don't fear
four footed enemies. my child There's
another kind far more dangerous"
"Oh, you mean men, little mammaT
cried Pauline with laugh "Pshaw,
everybody says woman is safer in the
province than she would be in the streets
of large city. Just recollect how you
and | have been treated since we left
Seattle. Why. the men act as if we
were real angels saw one of them
pick up bit of cloth that tore off the
sleeve of my dress and tie it in his but
tonhole for luck, as he called it"
Madam Morel drew her pretty daugh-
ter to her side in warm embrace. I'm
not afraid Of either, my sweet baby"
she murnured as she kissed Pauline's
soft cheeks. mo one will harm us.
But come, let us prepare for bed, and
begin by praying that holy Mary may
watch over our dear ones in this dark
hour"
The two women paused several times
in their labors to contemplate the sub
Unity of the scene which surrounded
them, for the moon had risen and the
grandeur of the forest scenery, the dull
murmuring roar of the swift flowing
Fraser, interrupted only by the mournful
cry of the whip-poor-wil and the howl
of the coyotes, impressed them more
than ever now that they were alone in
this almost illimitable region of solitude.
Hector felt his importance as the sole
gardian of Pauline and her mother, and
from time to time made the tour of the
little camp and reported that all was
we'll by friendly wag of the tail. Pau
line followed her fathers directions and
laid his Winchester and brace Of re-
volvers within easy reach. Worn out by
the excitement of the day, Madam Morel
was soon sleeping soundly, very much to
Pauline's satisfaction. She however
found waking and thinking Of the hand
some stranger more to her taste.
IL wonder if shall ever set eyes upon
him again." she asked herself, and then
she tried to recall the musical ring Of
his voice and the kindly CLEAN Of his
eye. "He is surely no desperate, argued
the young girl to herself. "or any such
adventurer as Captain Roberts would
have us believe. He was so gentle and
so brave that know he must be higher
born than amw sighed the poor girl,
as she lay there beside her mother list
ening to the cry of the great white owl,
which nests in the gigantic pines of these
forests.
AS the night wore on, even the cries
Of bird and beast gradually closed and
deathlike stiffness settled upon these
solitudes of mountain and plain. Pau
line had never before attempted to watch
through the night this way, and so