San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-02-13

ter"
Brent ignored the Mormon. He turned
to the father and questioned eagerly.
"What is this, dear sir? Is Miss Ellen
missing! She is not here. Speak, sir!
Tell us at once how she was lost. We
must be on her track instantly. Wade,
shift the saddles to Fulano and Pumps
while l make up our packs. Speak, sir!
Speak,"
Brents manner carried conviction,
even to Sizzum.
81 did not like to suspect you, gentle
men," said Mr.. Clitheroe, "after our
pleasant evening and your kindness, but
Brother Sizzum said it could not be any
one else"
''Get the facts, Wade" said Brent; 81
cannot trust myself to ask"
Sizzum smiled base, triumphant
smile over the agony of my friend.
"Tell us quick" said l, taking Mr..
Clitheroe firmly by the arm and fixing
his eye.
Gin the night, an hour or more after
You left us, l was walked up by two men
creeping into the wagon. They whis-
pered they would shoot if I breathed.
They passed behind the curtain. My
daughter had sunk on the floor, tired
out, poor child, without undressing.
They threw blanket over her head and
stif1ed her so that she could not utter a
sound. They tied me and gagged me.
Then they dragged her off. God forgive
me, gentlemen, for suspecting you of
such brutality! / lay in the wagon al
most strangled to death until the team
ster came to put to the oxen for our
journey. That is all know"
"The two gamblers, murderers, have
carried her off, said +; 'but We'll save
her yet, please Godr'
"Oh," said Sizzum, ''ef them devils
has got her that's the end of her. l
hain't got no more interest in her case
believe Iii go. I've wasted too much
time now from the Lords business"
He moved to go.
"What am I to do?" said Mr.. Clithe-
roe.
Forlorn, bereaved. perplexed old man!
Any but brute would have hesitated
to strike him another blow. Sizzum
did not hesitate.
"You may go to the devil across lots
on that runt pony of yourn, with your
new friends. for all 1 care. I've had
enough of your daughters airs, as if she
was too good to be teched by one of the
Lords chosen. But she'll get the Lords
vengeance now, because she wouldn't
see what was her place and privileges
And you're no better than backslider.
You've been grumblin and settin your
self up for somebody. would cuss
you now with the wrath to come if
such poor spirited granny was with
cussin."
The base wretch dashed his horse and
galloped off.
Even his own people of the mail party
looked and muttered contempt.
Mr.. Clitheroe seemed utterly stunned.
Guide, faith. daughter, all gone! What
was he to dc, indeed!
"Never mind, Mr.. Clitheroe," said
Brent tenderly, 81 hope you have not
lost a daughter. know you have gained
a son-yes, two of them. Here, Jake
Shamberlainw
Here, sir! Up to time! Ready to
pull my poundw
"Wade and are going after the lady.
Do you take this gentleman and deliver
him safe and sound to Captain Ruby at
Fort Laramie. Tell Ruby to keep him
till we come, and treat him as he would
General Scott. Drive our mules and the
mustangs to Laramie and leave them
there. We trust the whole to you.
There's no time to talk. Tell me what
money you want for the work, and I'll
pay you now in advance whatever you
ask" So
"Fll be switched round creation eff
you do. Not the first red! You think,
bekase I'm Mormon, as you call it, |
hain't got no nat'ral feelin's. Why, boys,
I'd go with you myself after the gal and
let QpcIle Sans mail lie there and wait
till every letter answered itself eff had
a kettrypid what could range with
yourn. No, no; Jake chamberlain amt
hog and his mail boys amt Of the pork
kind, III take keer Of the old gentle
man and put MIN through jest z as if
he was my own father and with mil
lion slugs. And eff that amt talkin fair
l dunno wh&t is. .-.
We both griped Jake Shamberlain's
friendly fist.
Mr.. Clitheroe, weary with his morn
ing's ride, faint and sick after his bonds
of the night, and now crushed in spirit
and utterly bewildered with these sud
den changes, was handed over to his new
protector.
The emancipating force had found