St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1892-01-09

Dish rg IN little Stfeom hofU 0Y. Pat
IKE, his rod between two rocks and
can over.
~. hat do yez want3 You'll sphoil
r4e bite was loolxin' for livery min
t." he said, with . good-natured
Ii nile on his round. ford face.
"S y. Pat" asked Ben. did Mosg
&c. ell you or your woman whether
he I'd any friends where he hailed
frp, -
4 =. nth. yis, he tould Katie tibet he
bad ost his wife, and had wan girrul
Evi.. wild her mothers sister in Kan
cas- Thets all he liver tould, for the
poor mons not much on the talk. nj
81. .t ALL" after which .meaeer infor-
uatid6, Pat returned 70 his lishing-rod.
ma was soon busy pulling ont some
handsome denizens of the mountain
stream.
Ben and Jack smoked away in silence
for several minutes. and having summed
and aired themselves for . half hour.
they arose to 60 up to Nc Birney' s shan
" to see how Morgan was getting
sloug.
''Who's that coming down the trail?''
asked Jack. pointing down the yulch.
where . dim object was moving into
sight
BLESS my ole socks II kin tell yer
answered Ben. stopping by his COM
panion's side and following his gaze
down the gulch- maybe sorae one
over from the canyon"
Its . woman!" said Jack leslie,
with some excitement at his discovery.
"Yes. pard, it's woman, picking her
way over the rocks down the old
trail"
'.Bless my shirt il It sin't!" returned
Ben. ''She's q tenderfoot to rocks an
mines, ye kin tell by the dainty way
she's drawin' this way"
''She's . young and pretty girl" an
nounced Jack, as the object drew
nearer. and. pard. she's dressed in
style! What'n we do?"
Hadn't we best drap sorter be-
hind this bowlder till she passes.
pard? You an me amt dressed at to
be seen by SIGH q creeter rs yon gal"
Its no use to hide now, for she's
already spied u.s." said Jack. ''See!
she's turning from the trail and coming
direct for u.s."
1t was as Jack Leslie said. The fair
stranger had left the old trail and was
coming across the rocks to meet them.
When she was near enough they could
see that she was very young, with .
graceful. slender form and . lovely
face. lighted up by . pair Of intelli-
gent blue eyes, while her hair was; the
color of the sunbeams that kissed the
eternal SHOWS mp on the distant peaks
of the Rockies She was dressed in q
dark, becoming costume, fashionably
though plainly made. and carried .
small valise in one hand
She paused before the men, and, In .
sweet, low voice, asked:
rs this Windy camp
Jack and Ben stood blushing before
the fair creature like two great bash
full schoolboyA However, Jack was
the first to recover his presence Of mind,
and he answered.:
''Yes, ma'am, this is Windy camp"
And Ben Thomas, who had not seen
so fair . girl from the haunts of civil
ixation for 1--WE years. recovering him
self on hearing his companions famil-
lar voice. added:
"Yes, miss. wot's left Of Utmost of
it's gone over the mountains to the
canyon"
do either of you know . man BY
the name Of Alexander Morgan?' asked
the girl
The men exchanged significant
chances. and each seemed to beseech
the other mutely to tell her the sad in
At last Jack said. kindly:
SIS he . relative of yours, miss?"
Eyes; he is my father" she replied.
81 am Grace Morgan. and have, since
my poor mothers death, five years ago.
lived with my aunt in Kansas But
grew tired of eating the bread of de-
pendence and have come to seek my
father. About two months ago had
\ letter from him, and he said he would
be 1t Windy gulch this summer; 90 +
came to him-not to be . burden to
him, for I can teach school. wash for
The miners, or do something" she said.
4
''Aliss Morgan" said Jack. striving
70 render his tones steady. don't be
'cared, for have bad news for you"
Grace Morgan trembled slightly and
1er face grew very white.
HE is dead!'' she uttered. hoarsely.
mot quite % bad rs that. Miss Nor
ran. He had trouble with q bad fell
ow, who shot him. Your father is |
live yet. up there 1t that little shanty |
Imong the cedars." and Jack pointed |
o where McBirney's little cabin could |
mt family be seen. enmeshed Is it was
y rocks and evergreenA
Thank God, he lives!" cried she. and
he started to 20 toward the cabin. but
he staggered SO fearfully that Jack
urried to her side and begged her to
ccept his strong arm.
Grace Morgan gave him such tender
box of sweet gratitude from her blue
yes as honest Jack never forgot all
il life; and with . softly spoken
Thank you" she took his offered
Import and walked soberly away. Poor