Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-10-16

| throb was gone out Of IL.
Pap, papp' and all the canyon heard
her sharp, desolate cry: my ole papi lie
amt deadH
big lizard went scattering down the
slope, an owl In scrub oak near by gave
n dismal boot, and the coyotes set up their
throaty howls.
She gulped and gasped. Her breath
seemed cut off, She would have fallen at
his side but that her ear caught the coyotes
bowls, and caught, too, their horrible
meaning. She staid herself by her two
hands against the rock and tried TO get her
breath. The coyotes howled again in aw
full chorus, and she shuddered.
'They shan't get you, pap; they shan't
get you. ri take you home"
Her breath came free as she spoke She
grasped the dead mans shoulders, and
keeping rs much Of his body from the
ground ms she could she dragged him down
the rocky trail toward the spot where the
horses were tethered. She WINGED when
she heard his boot heels scratch the ground,
but she pulled and tugged with all her
might, and painting she laid his form near
Old Jim, who snorted and jumped and
pricked up his ears Then, with glance
backward from time To time, she went to
her fathers little camp, took his AK and
cut two poles, with which she made a
dust trailer" the poles being bound TO
Old Jim's sides like shafts, with pieces of
strap and bale rope.
She lifted the body again TO put 1t on the
rude conveyance. The moon struck 1t full
this time, and as she rolled II over gently
upon the trailer she saw big clot Of blood
on the back OF the dark shirt, and by Il
-. - IL
der she let the body fall. Then she looked
at her hands There was blood upon them
and upon the sleeve OF her dress
"Claim jumpersp
She set her teeth hard when she thrust
forth the words, and clinched her hand
till the nails dug into the palm.
They had killed him, then, while he
was at work. He had crawled as far M
the rock and had died. IL was strlke-a
big one-and IL had cost him his life
But
She looked up the canyon with awful eyes
and smote the air with the clinched hand.
Then she bent down. and taking long
halter strap fastened the body securely TO
the top OF the trailer, and mounting her
fathers horse she led Old Jim carefully
down the canyon and out upon the night
chilled plain. The coyotes followed her
and almost rent her heart by their bowls,
but she kept on, and before midnight the
sad little procession reached the cabin
The mother was still up, and she ran to
the door when she heard the sound Of the
hoofs.
'Is that you, Lishf" she called out
did ye bring pap homei Is It a. dead sure
striker"
Lish slid from her horse and ran 10 the
door.
"Maw, NAV, maw" was her cry. "Maw,
they've killed himl They've killed poor
ole papp'
It was month after they had laid the
old man In white earth, and the wind was
whispering through the sagebrush and
scattering its gray leaves on his grave.
Lish WAS up In the canyon behind the
very rock where she had found her dead
father. The canyon draft was grateful 10
her after the hard ride over the heated
plain. She drank In long breaths Of IL, but
all the time her eye was on the hole where
her father had made the one great strike
Of his life and had died for H.
Strange he never comes 'roun-that
greasy faced Jose Garcia. Twas him that
did IL. P'raps he's waiting fer us 70 move
away. He'll walt n long time-til he's
dead"
She let her glance fall for an instant 20
the something that CLEANED along the top
Of the rock. That something was the bar
rel Of her fathers rife. The wind rustled
snakeskin on the rock at her side, and n
swift" darted into the shade and looked
at her with unwinking eyes.
Then a dark, squat figure stole out Of
the canyon depths and up TO the mine.
The girl did not start, but smile passed
her lips. The figure moved about as 81
lently as a shadow. IL turned a swart
face toward the spot where she lay hid,
but there was more Of interest for IL in the
hole in the canyon side than for aught else.
and on this the eyes were bent.
by moving the muzzle Of the rife two
inches along the top Of the rock IL covered
the flap Of the pocket in the left breast OF
the blue flannel shirt.
Further than ! thought for" the girl
said 70 herself; NEARLY $50 yards. The
middle sights the best"
She squlnted th rough the pin point hole
and lowering the muzzle the smallest
fraction Of an inch she smiled ~ the small
round dot Of light rested on the very center
Of the pocket flap. At that instant "A dark
shadow made an inky patch on the scarp
A''A h'hf ethh A'pMAhh up hhN INV n Dlk
buzzard wheeling in the air. She smiled
again and Rugged the rife butt, which
fitted closely against her shoulder. Her
right hand went forward little. Her
slender forefinger, held straight, snoothed
the black trigger lightly, almost lovingly.
The man Strengthened up little. The
finger crooked. there was sharp crack
and the man fell upon his face.
Then she pressed home another cartridge
and clambered up the rock, rife In hand
She leaned over the body. IL was motion
less
"You oughter "a ben shot in the back,
too" she said grimly: but Lish amt no
greaser."
She moved away with light step, hug
ging the rife under her arm. And the
buzzard circled little lower.-Frank u.
Willard In San Francisco Argonaut.
A Dogs Decision.
In Hungary IL appears that hard work