The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1892-03-25

tYes I'm here's what Is IL!
.Don,t Won forget to send that thou
sand nm on the stage tonight to Logtown'
Ton saws there's at least $4,000 in sight.
Motley is a schoolmarm, and don't know
II Don't forget. now Goodby
Franks pretty eyes and mouth spread
wider and wider as those words came
out of the wonderful little instrument,
For goodness sake! who is ne talk
ing tor Oh yes! why. it must ne 10
Frank Downey the express agent at
Bokey They've been tall ~ together,
and Downey has stopped ana swltchea
nv end on Motley Is schoolmarm, Is
he? There's $10,OO0in sight and Charlie
doesn't know it. and the money Is gong
up there on the stage from Bokey To-
night. Oh, dearl what shall dor III
90 ND there. | will It's only eight
miles. and it's twenty from Bokey lts
5 o'clock and the stage gets there al D.
Frank was a California girl, and there
was no perils to her on the eight mile
trail to Logtown; and if there had been
the slur cast upon Charles keenness
and the eager desire to save that 'SlO'oOV
in sight" for him, would have been sutti-
cient incentives to induce her to dare
them, though she knew they awaited
her. Running over to the postott1ce
she huraedly engaged the young clerk
to take care of the instrument for her'
and. dashing back to her room, soon APP
peared ready for the eight mile walk to
Logtown
The sun was yet very hot, although al
most down behind the hills, The trail
was steep and rocky; but Frank pushed
on. muttering to herself, when she felt
so tired she was tempted to sit down
and rest
Charles a schoolmarm, is he? Ten
Thousand dollars in sight, and he doesn't
know it, Ell? Well, he shall know it
and have all the credit of the discovery
too-there, nowr
Up. up down, down, around and
around wound the mountain trail, and
Frank wound with it, until tired, dusty,
breathless hoarse and almost crying,
she saw the county highway in the SOM
Der moonlight just below her.
Just as she reached the roadside and
was about to push through the chapar-
raj which here reached to her shoulders
she heard the rumbling stagecoach com
ing around tbs bend close to her. With
the despairing resolve to go in at least
with the stage if she could not before it
she pushed her parasol through the
bushes and waved it to the driver,
shouting at the same time, hoarse from
her excitement:
"Stop! Stop"
But to her establishment and dismay,
instead of stopping the driver reached
down into the boot, and with "Cuss
yer, take it," threw heavy box into the
road and lashing his four-in-hand into
rum disappeared down the canyon.
Poor Frank crouched down into the
chaparral in despair.
"Oh, dear | haven't walked there
and I've lost the stage, and poor Charlie
oh. dear me!'
The spirit of a genuine California girl
is not easily overcome with despair, and
Frank was genuine California girl. ard :.
she was not to be beaten until she was. SheV
got up. pullen her black veil tighter over
her moist face and bravely started on
again to Logtown. 1t was not far, and
not a half hour elapsed before she saw
the lights of the little camp scattered
around in the canyon below her.
Breathless and painting she hurried on
70 the tavern. A great crowd of men
were excitedly swearing and threaten
ny on the porch. Some were in the
street cinching saddles on to their horses,
md in their midst stood Black Pete. the
tage driver.
Don't | know" he was angrily shout
ng II tell yer twar only a mile back,
N Their cuss showed his shooting iron
light under my nose, Why didn't run
er it, Thar war two NV 'em thar, as
ure as fightin.
Pretty soon, with yell and whoop,
wenty men galloped up the road with
looking rope dangling from
ne of the saddles.
Poor Frank FASTENED to find Charlie.
The found him sitting dlsconsolately on
he back porch
why, Frank, what in the world are
ou doing here?'
"Oh, Charlie, have you sold that mine
ct? Am | too later
Too late for what? Sold it? No; and
don't believe can That man Benn
ant the money up by express, and road
gent got away with the stage tonight
nd the money went with it, don't
elieve he'll risk another thousand on a
layed out mine.
"Oh, goodie!' cried Frank. I've got
ere in time. Road agent! That is too
oh! Oh, dear, shall der Franks
DICE ended in high squeak of laughter.
Frank, what is the matter? What do
Oh know about the road AGENT"
Frank was holding her sides in despair
stopping her irrepressible laughter.
Road agent? There wasn't any road
gent at all. | stopped the stage to get
l, and the driver threw box at me"
"What does this mean, Frank Tell
e. What were you doing on the road
this time of night, and all alone?"
1t took long time to get the story
1t, but she did. while Charlie stood
ith his month omen wide enough To