Connecticut western news., 1892-09-01


 to be warned. And you know the mail has to go as long as it's anyways pos sible."
 The spur touched Dolly's flank more often than usual, but she kept up brave ly, and Danny clattered into Wabash ahead of time. Imparting the alarming intelligence to old man Beck, the post master, and cautioning him to get the family ready and start for the post with out further delay, he rode on toward Crooked creek.
 "Jewhillakersp exclaimed one of the watchers. Whats Danny ridin so all fired fast about2 Must be suthin up."
 They soon knew, and scattered for their respective claims to prepare for flight ere the storm buAt.
 Danny clinched the saddle tighter and looked to his weapons ere he mounted for the home ride. He was not afraid. Had he been a coward he would have remained safely at the fort. But an ominous dread fell upon him as he thought of the dark Cimmarron. He arrived at Wabash and looked in at the open door of the Beck and Lartan households. Everything was topsy tur- ", as left in the hurry of departure.
 "Well, Rosie is safe anyway" he con- fded to Dolly with sigh.
 Their flying shadows grew longer and longer, and finally night dropped on the plains. Before him loomed the Cim- marron. He could see the misty vapor rolling up like smoke.
 'tIf they're anywhere they'll be down there," he unused. They'll want to lay along the trail and catch some of the settlers maxim for Dodge. Wonder if hadn't better cross further down?"
 1t was a good idea, and he turned Dolly from the trail and directed his course further down the river.
 The reins changed from right to left as he entered the mist, and his right fell upon the protruding butt of 8 revolver in his belt. A twig cracked under the horses feet and gave the rider 8 start. Down into the waters of the Cimmarron they splashed. Dolly pulled at the rein.
 "No, no, Doll; can't drink this time, he murmured.
 side and rode out on the plain, breath ing easier.
 "SpangI"
 Dolly bolted forward and flame oi light flashed in the darkness up the river.
 "Yip-yip-yipl" It was the war cry oi the Arapahoe. The fight and flight was on. With yell of defiance he fired al the dark mass tearing after him, and bending low over the saddle horn spoke encouragingly to the horse:
 "Dolly, if you ever run, do it now You're faster thun any of them, Dolly, il you'll only try. Look out for gopher hills that's a good horse. Whewl that ont was close. Now you're gettin down tt it, Dolly. We'll beat the red devils yit On, Doll. Remember, we've got tht mail, and it must be saved. Here's tn trail Now see how fast you can run Ouchl Oh, God, Pm hit, and hit home at that. It's all with you, Dolly; it's al with you"
 And he clung to the saddle horn ant gave the mustang free rein. Horse sense; we hear it alluded to il 8 jocular way. Did Dolly realize tha in her fleet feet lay her masters only salvation? 1 think so, you may not | But she ran like frightened antelope hardly seeming to touch the ground while Danny, with closed eyes ant clinched teeth, chung to the saddle horr with the desperation of death. "Halt, who comes there?" challenged the guard as horse and rider cam, into the fort.
 "The United States mail," came tn, faint reply, and Dolly galloped up witt blood in her nostrils and blood on he Hanks, quivering like an aspen.
 "Dan, are you hurt?" queried the sol dier, lifting him from the saddle. 'I'm hit dead, he replied with moan They carried him into the barrack room | and the surgeon was summoned, bu there was no hope, he said. It was wonder he had lived as long as he had | Soon the news spread to the camp, ant the rough soldiers and fugitive settler | gathered around him, watching witt breathless interest for the end to come | A girl came pushing her way througl the crowd-a scared faced girl, wiring ing her hands in agony. She bent dowl and took the sufferers hand. | hOSle, sdlu ne, WlCH pdlueu SInlle "Pm goner, Iguess. Goodby, Rosie; yol can have Dolly, and take good care o her, for she did all she could to save me Goodby, boys. Yonder's the Cimmar ron. That's good horse, Dolly"
 "Delirium," said the surgeon.
 "Get out of the way of the Unite, States mail"-
 The end came. Another daring spiri had passed along that unknown trai that leads through the dark, dreary des ert of death.-Charles Maurice Craytol in Chicago Inter Ocean.