Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1892-02-04
OUT OF sIzzUM's NET.

what.
Elder Sizzum?
And that pale, gray shadow of man,
whose pony the elder drags by the bri-
4 die, and IashGs cruelty forward-s fho?
/ Mr.. Clitheroe.
Sizzum rode straight up to Brent.
The two men faced each other-the
big, milking, bullying saint; the slight,
graceful, self possessed gentle. Sizzum
\ quailed little when he saw the other
did not quail. He seemed to change his
! intended form of address.
sBrother Clitheroe wants his daugh-
I ter, said Sizzum.
Eyes, yes, gentlemen, said Mr.. Clith-
eroe in feeble echo. II want my daugh-
/ ter"
Brent ignored the Mormon He turned
4 to the father and questioned eagerly.
'What is this, dear sir? Is Miss Ellen
missingl 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 FuIano and Pumps
] While make up our packs Speak, sir.
I Speak
Brent's manner carried conviction,
even to Sizzun.
Il did not like to suspect you, gentle
men," said Mr. Clitheroe, ..after our
/ pleasant evening and your kindness, but
4 Brother Sizzum said it could not be any
one else"
''Get the facts, Wade, said Brent; Il
cannot trust myself to ask"
Sizzum smiled base, triumphant
smile over the agony of my friend.
''Tell us quick" said l, taking Mr.
I Clitheroe firmly by the arm and fixing
his eye.
In the night, an hous pr more after
you left us, was walked up by two men
creeping into the wagon. They whis-
pered they would shoot if l breathed.
\ They passed behind the curtain Ny
\ daughter had sunk on the floor, tired
out, poor child, without undressing.
They threw blanket over her head and
stified her SO that she could not utter Il
sound. They tied me and gagged me.
\ Then they dragged her off. God forgive
me, gentlemen, for suspecting you of
such brutality I 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 l; "but We'll save
her yet, please God!'
ooh, said Sizzum, s'ef them devils
has got her that's the end Of her
hain't got no more interest in her case.
believe I'll go. I've wasted too much
time now from the Lords business z
\ He moved to go.
what am to dor said Mr.. Clithe-
roe.
Forlorn, bereaved, perplexed old mani
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 | 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 a poor spirited granny was wuth
cussin."
4 The base wretch lashed his horse and
galloped off
4 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 do, indeed!
.'Never mind, Mr.. Clitheroe," said
Brent tenderly, Il hope you have not
lost daughter. know You have gained
a son-yes, two of them. Here, Jake
/ Shamberlain!"
4 Here. sir! Up to time Ready to
i pull my pound.''
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
4 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
4 pay you now in advance whatever you
ask. "
I'll 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 natral feelin's. Why, boys,
I'd go with You myself after the gal and
let Uncle Sam's mail lie there and wait
till every letter answered itself eff had
a kettrypid what could range with
1 yourn. No, no; Jake chamberlain amt
! hog and his mail boys amt of the pork
kind. I'll take lzeer of the old gentle
man and put him through jest z as if
he was my own father and wuth mil
lion slugs. And ct that amt tallxin fair
dunno what is.
We both griped Jake Shalnberlain's
friendly fist.
Mr.. Chtheroe, weary with his morn
ing's ride. faint and sick after his bonds