Connecticut western news., 1892-01-14

and strode rapidly off. Herries was brave man, but his blood chilled at the mention of that name. It was the synonym of all that was most fierce, bloodthirsty and wicked even in that wicked and bloodthirsty little com i munity.
 "Denver Peter he unused. 'So he is going to do me up because I'm trying to win that poor child from her horrible life and save her for something better. I fear me, Edward, you're in no end of a bad scrape."
 But the blood which had rushed so hotly th. .rugh his veins when Yale's shouts rang triumphant over the foot ball field as the goal was almost won, and which nerved him to dare any odds, take any risk, so long as he could save that game, now flowed again warmly through his heart.
 'Tll not be bullied," he said, and he frowned and shut close his mouth and clinched his hands. These were ominous signs in Mr. Herries, and even Denver Pete, redoubtable knight of the green cloth as he was, would have done well to have needed them; had he known young Herries better he might have done so.
 For Berries had stalked back to the brilliantly lighted barroom and had called for glass of whisky, the while he regarded a knot of men near by who were conversing in a low tone. Among these men was the gambler against whom Herries had been warned-a handsome, IL .1o n with great neatness in black and with out single ornament visable-not even the belt which nearly every man wore. He had small, keen, hungry looking, gray eye, and as he looked at Herries he met the latter's gloomy glance, smiled and turned to his friends with tue re- mark:
 "The kid seems worried about some thing. wonder if by any chance he has overheard us2"
 "Guess not-he jest come in a minute ago."
 "Perhaps-perhaps," muttered Pete, "but we will soon know"
 Events moved quickly in frontier towns. As Herries finished his whisky and banged the door behind him, Pete arose from his seat.
 His friends also sprang up, but he made gesture of dissent. No, boys. Leave this to me. If l can't deal with one tenderfoot certain ly won't call in aid.'
 ''But he might get the drap on ye," persisted one.
 Pete shrugged his shoulders and deigned no reply. He walked to the bar, called for and swallowed large glassful of brandy, which draft did not even bring a flush to his pale cheek, opened the door and was lost in the darkness of the night. N W About two hours later the inmates of the Rough Diamond were startled by hearing shots, cries, paths, the heavy laundering of a horses hoofs on the rocky soil of the mesa, and then a long, loud "hurra- a-h."
 Then all was silent.
 As one man they sprang to their feet and rushed for the door, but ere the fore most man among them could reach it it was burst violently open and old Ramon rushed in, followed by Pete, from Den yer, who, swaying and staggering like drunken man, called for brandy, and then came to the floor with a crash that ! shook the windows. A babel of voices prevented an eXpla- | nation for a long time, and when Peter | had somewhat revived he told them what had happened.
 "Where's Chiquita?" some one asked. | OF +lo F,.o lures of the dying man. "Gone," he gasped; gone with that | cursed tenderfoot."
 "How did it all happen, Pete?" l 'He was there when I got there. | Chiquita was all dressed and ready to go off with him-womanlike, curse her 1 He saw me coming. His horse was ] there. He waited for me. Oh, the fel- | low was game enough. 1 said nothing,
 but opened on him. The girl being there must have made me nervous, for missed my man for the first time.'
 "And then?"
 "Why, he pumped me full of lead be. fore could pull trigger. Hit me five times. Then he mounted and swung the girl up in front of him. Old Ramon came up and opened on him. l got ur and followed suit. He got back at us once-his last cartridge-and caught
 Ramon, for heard him groan. Then l the tenderfoot yelled and rode off. Boys
 give me big drink. Pm done for" | And when they brought the drink g
 fast chilling corpse was all that was Jeff
 of Pete from Denver to drink it.
 And Chiquita?
 Chiquita went to convent in St | Louis, and left there four years later $
 cultured and nagnificently beautiful | woman.
 She will be pleased to receive any oi
 MT. Herries' friends at her lovely home
 in the Back bay district ill Boston, and
 if you succeed in pleasing her she will
 tell you of that awful night at Picture
 Canyon when "tenderfoot" from Bos
 ton showed how ''tenderfeet' can fight
 when a sweetheart is at stake. And old Ramon:
 When they looked for him he wa:
 gone. Nor was he or Edward Herries
 ever seen again in Picture Canyon.-At
 lanta Constitution.
 Not one watchmaker in hundred car
 Ly handspring properly, and not ont | iii fifty knows 8 correct one when he