The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1892-09-09

tude on her sweet lips, the little mis-
sionaiy was gone, and Boutwell,, his
brain in a whirl, sat down TO think.
Well, by Jovel Now he had done lei
Why, great sacrificed Cssari The thing
was impossible, utterlyl He rn.h.H ~
;'ao uoor. his NE visitor was not IN
sight. He sat down to think moro calm.
ly this time.
In politics there arc complications no
man can overlook Or ignore. There are
multiferious considerations and obliga-
tions that must DO attended to, and
whose existence is due, more often than
not, to circumstances whose discovery by
the unsympathetic would be a calamity
to the individual or individuals most In.
terested. This case was such an one.
Hobart had "ciDch" on the boss OF
Chloride, and was master OF the situa.
ton, and no one knew it so we'll ss did
Jere himself, who was never slow about
gratifying opportunities.
Thus Boutwell, communed with him
self, and the result was much perspira-
ton and an uncomfortable conscience.
"Well, no use shedding any tears" I"
he said, aloud; "but, by Jovei 1 wish
could keep my word with the little
woman. What little duck she is, aud
how Burton ought to congratulate him
self Hum-hum-hum! Poor thing
How rocky she'll feel when she finds
played such dirty trick on her. Ye-es,
and whatll say to myself"
Teddy O'Hara, whose family had been
kept from starving during the strike a few
months before, by the charity of tho
"little duck" and her husband, and who
der the office window about ten minutes
previously, chuckled softly to himself and
sneaked away, remarking, as ho reached
tho street:
sol Thot's it, Is ut A.hal Teddy,
me bye. Oi tink yees had better TEX bit
thrip overt Apache the day. Yees
don't feel loike worrkiu', do yees, now"
And he hid his dinner-pail and started
down the trail for the county-seat,
whistling glcclulIy.
OF Mrs. Burton's second interview with
the smooth Mr.. Boutwell,, it is unneoes- !
sary to speak at length. 1t was uncom-
Portable for him, but he kept his wits
about him and did not lower his flag,
and Mrs. Burton went away with white,
drawn face-nnd with the set lips OF
brave little woman who has made up her
mind to something.
The day for tho convention dawned.
Tho visitors from the outside precincts,
including those from Chloride, were all
on hand to see the fun. 1t was almost
time to call tho convention to order, but
TWO or three delegations had not arrived.
The Chloride delegation was ono OF:
these. The visitors from that camp re-
ported that the delegation had only
stopped to hold II pow.wow in Chair.
mans Boutwells office, and would be
along soon. Jcrc Hobart, us luck would
nave it, had gotten n "jag" on the night
before, and was in bed ut his quarters
in Chloride, rs the result of fall into
the cellar of the Nugget saloon. He
Nigh. have pulled himself together aud
gono over to Apache, but everything
was "fxcd" and there was no need, he
concluded.
The Chairman of tue County Central
Committee called the convention to or
der, and read the call The convention
effected a temporary organization and
the usual committees were appointed,
during whose deliberations a recess was
taken.
Tom Owens came to Mrs. Burton,
who, with Il number of other women
whose husbands or brothers were inter
cstcd, directly or otherwise, in the pro-
y;t
Owens spoke quic ily and earnestly:
"rhc Chloride crowd isn't here yet.
lIobart's too sick to come. If Boutwell,
could only be kept away, it'd be O. X.
for Slc. He's the only man that can
put Hobart in nomination, aud there's
whole mess of his fellows ready to back
slide. Ii only they wouldn't come!
l."
But here he was sent for in great
haste by the anxious constituent, aud
hurried away. When, ten minutes
later, he looked up at the gallery, Mrs.
Burton was missing.
The six men composing the Chloride
delegation were in hurry, aud, in
Boutwell's three seated spring wagon,
behind his big grays, were making good
time for Apache.
There is a deep raviue. nearly always
dry, Oh the trail between Apache and
that has to be crossed care.
fully. 1t is an abrupt descent and yet
more abrupt ascent, and the trail on the
Apache side Of the gully is hanked by
big rocks, which sheltered many o high
waymal in the o!d days. The delega.
tion from Chloride hai just reached this
spot, and Boutwell, was urging tho
horses up the steep incline, when short,
and sharp, and firm, in "A womau's voice,
came ibe command:
The six men in the wagon could hardly
believe their senses. Sitting beside the
big rock on the left, very pale, but with
lips, and eyes that flashed
fire aud determination, sat small woman,
with big Winchester, aud the weapon
was cooked and aimed at Brad Boutwell,.
The six men in the wagon raved aud
stormcd; they pleaded, begged, and
out the little woman on the
rock spoke only once, and then said:
"Bradfori boutwell,, you gave me your
sacred word that you would not oppose
my husbands S denomination. If he is de.
feaiCl to-day IL will nroLoblv kill him