The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1892-07-20

looked to his weapons ere he mounted
for the home ride. He was not afraid.
Had he been a coward he would have
remained safely at the fort. But ar
ominous dread fell upon him as he
thought Of the dark Cimmarrop. HI
arrived at Wabash and looked in ct the
open door Of the Beck and Tartan
households. Everything was topsy tur.
Wy, as left In the hurry of departure.
''Well, Rosie is safe anyway" he con-
fided to Dolly with sigh.
Their flying shadows grew longer and
longer, and finally night dropped on the
plains. Before him doomed the Gin.
marron. He could see the misty vapol
rolling up like smoke.
"If they're anywhere they'll be down
there" he unused. They'll want TO lay
along the trail and catch some of tbs
settlers maxim for Dodge. Wonder II
hadn't better cross further DOWN.
II was O good idea, and he turned
Dolly from the trail and directed his
course further down the river.
The reins changed from right to left
as he entered the mist, and his right fel
upon the protruding butt of revolver
in his belt A twig cracked under tn,
horses feet and gave the rider start
Down into the waters of the Cimmarror
they splashed. Dolly pulled at the rein
mo, no, Doll; can't drink this time,
he murmured.
He climbed the bank on the opposit,
side and rode out on the plain, breath
ing easier.
"Spangr'
Dolly bolted forward and q fame o.
light flashed in the darkness up tn,
river.
"Yip-yip-yipf' It was the war cry o.
the Arapahoe. The fight and flight wa
on. With yell Of defiance he fired al
the dark mass tearing after him, ant
bending low over the saddle horn spoke
encouragingly to the horse:
Dolly, II you ever run, do It now
You're faster thun any of them, Dolly, Il
you'll only try. Look out for gopher hills
that's q good horse. Whewl that one
was close. Now you're gettin down tc
1t, Dolly. Well beat the red devils yit
On, Doll. Remember, we've got the
mail, and 1t must be saved. Here's the
trail. Now see how fast you can run
OUGHT oh, God, I'm hit, and hit homo
at that. It's all with you, Dolly; it's all
with you"
And he chung to the saddle horn and
gave the mustang free rein.
Horse sense; we hear 1t alluded to in
jocular way. Did Dolly realize that
in her feet feet lay her masters only
salvation? / think so, you may not
But she ran like frightened antelope
hardly seeming to touch the ground.
while Danny, with closed eyes and
clinched teeth, chung to the saddle horn
with the desperation of death.
"Halt, who comes therer' challenged
the guard as a horse and rider came
into the fort.
1.-THE United States MAIL" came the
faint reply. and Dolly galloped up with
blood in her nostrils and blood on hei
TANKS, quivering like an aspen.
dan, are you hurt2" queried the SOL
der, lifting him from the saddle.
I'm hit dead, he replied with moan.
They carried him into the barrack room
and the surgeon was summoned, but
there was no hope, he said. It was q
wonder he had lived as long as he had.
Soon the news spread to the camp, and
the rough soldiers and fugitive settler
gathered around him, watching with
breathless interest for the end to come.
A girl came pushing her way through
the crowd-a scared faced girl, wiring
ing her hands In agony. She bent down
and took the sufferers hand.
"Rosie," said he, with panied smile,
"I'm goner, Iguess. Goodby, Rosie; you
can have Dolly, and take good care Of
her, for she did all she could to save me
Goodby, boys. Yonder's the Cimmar-
ron. That's good horse, Dolly"
"Delirium," said the surgeon.
"Get out of the way of the United
States mail"-
The end came. Another daring spirit
had passed along that unknown trail
that leads through the dark, dreary des.
ert of death.-Charles Maurice Crayt8ti
In Chicago Inter Ocean.