Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-02-07

can exist in any mans mind when God
is love."'
II promised her not to see her again
for you and myself; 10 see her nc
more. That goodby was final. now let
me alone for awhile, my dear old boy;
am worn out and heartbroken."
He mummied himself in his blankets,
and lsy on the grass, motioniess as
dead man. II was not his way to shlrk
camp duties. Indeed, his volunteer
services had left him in arrears.
put our firearms in order in case OF
attack and extinguished our fire. Our
horses. too, l drove in and tethered
close by. My old suspicion Of Marker
and Larrap had revived from heir NUT
terings. I thought that, after their
great winnings of tonight, they would
feel that they could make nothing more
of the mail party and might seize the
chance TO stmapede or steal some OF the
Mormon horses or ours. 1t was capi-
tai chance in the sleepy hours after the
revel. Horse stealing, since the oah eX-
ample of Diomed, has never gone out OF
fashion. Fulana and Pumps were great
prizes. knew that Larrap hated Brent
for mis- undiSguised adherence ana the
ugly words and collision OF to-day. The
pair bore good will to neither OF us.
Their brutality had Jared with US from
the beginning. l knew they would take
personal pleasure in serving us shabby
trick out of their dictionary. On the
whole determined 10 watch all night.
Easy to purpose; hard to perform. l
leaned against my saddle and thought
over the day. How | pitied poor Brent!
Pitied him the more thoroughly, since l
was hardly less a lover than he. l
drowsed a little. A perturbed slum6er
overcame me. The roaring night wind
aroused me at intervals with blast
more furious, and l woke TO perceive
ominous and turbulent dreams Hitting
from my brain-dreams OF violence,
tyranny and Infamous outrage.
Suddenly another sensation went
creeping along my nerves. l sat bolt
upright. There was feeling OF human
presence, of steaithy approach coming
up against the night wind and crushing
its roar with sound more penetrating.
Brent, too, was on the alert.
"Some one at our horses" he whis-
pered.
We dashed forward. There was
rustic of flight through the bushes. We
each fired shot. The noise ceased.
"Stop!" said my friend, as was Civ
ing chase. "We must not leave the
horses. They will stampede them while
we are off,"
"They? Perhaps it was only coyote
or wolf. Why, Fulano, old tellowl"
Fulano trotted up neighing and licked
my hand. His lariat had been cut-a
clean cut with knife. We were only
just in time.
1--WE must keep watch till morning"
said 1. 81 have been browsing. l will
take the first hour"
Brent, with a moan Of WEAKNESS,
threw himself down again on the grass.
l sat watchful.
The night wind went roaring on. 1t
loves those sweeps and surges OF unten-
anted plain, as it loves the lifts and
levels of the barren sea. The titful gale
rushed down as II it had boiled over the
edges Of some great hollow in the noun
tains, and then staid to gather force
for another overflow. In its pauSes l
could hear the stir and murmur OF the
Mormon cattle, q thousand and more.
But once there came q larger pause; the
air grew silent, as if it had never known
a breeze, or as II all life and motion be-
tween earth and sky were utterly and
forever Quelled.
In that one instant OF dead stiffness,
when the noise of the cattle was hushed
and our horses ceased cnampinS TO lis
ten, seemed TO hear the clang OF gal
Looping boots not far away to the south
ward.
Galloping hoofs, surely heard them.
Or was it only the charge of a fresh
blast down the mountain side, uproot-
ing ancient pines and flinging great
rocks from crag to chasm?
And that strange, terrible, human, In
human sound, outringing the noise or
the hoofs and making the silence a
CHASTITY horror-was it woman's
scream?
No; it could only be my fevered i'm
agination that found familiar sounds In
the inarticulate voices of the wilderness.
1 listened long and intently. The wind
sighed and raved and threatened again.
l heard the dismal bowling OF wolves
far away in the darkness.
kept 6 double watch OF two hours,
and then calling Brent to do his share,
threw myself on the grass and slept
Soundly.