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

"What Is this, dear sir? Is MISS Ellen
missing! She is no. here. Speak, sir!
Tell US at once how she was lost. We
must be on her track instantly. Wade,
shift the saddles TO Fulano and Pumps
while make up our packs. Speak, sir.
Speak,"
Brent's manner carried conviction,
even to Sizzum.
II did not like to suspect you, gentle
men," said Mr. Clitheroe. latter our
pleasant evening and your kindness, but
Brother Sizzum said it could not be any
one else"
o"Get the facts Wade" said Brent; 81
cannot trust myself to ask"
Sizzum smiled base, triumphant
smile over the agony of my friend.
Tell US quick" said l, taking Mr..
Clitheroe firmly by the arm and fixing
his eye.
"In the night, an hour or more after
you left US, was walked up by two men
creeping into the wagon. They wills
pered they would shoot il l breathed.
They passed behind the curtain. bly,
daughter had sunk on the floor, tired
out, poor child, without undressing.
They threw blanket over her head and
stihed her so that she could not utter
sound. They tied me and gagged me.
Then they dragged her off. God forgive
me, gentlemen, for suspecting you oil
such brutality! lay in the wagon al
most strengled 10 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 of, said /; "but we'll save
her yet, please Cod"
oh" said Sizzum, ''ef them devils
has got her that's the end OF her. l
hain't got no more interest in her case
l believe I'll go. I've wasted too much
time now from the Lords business"
He moved to go.
"What am | to do?" said Mr.. Clithe-
roe.
Follorn, bereaved, perplexed old man!
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 II she
was too good TO be teched by one OF the
Lords chosen. But she'll get the Lord 3
vengeance now, because she wouldn't
SEQ what was her place ana privileges.
And you're no better than backslidef.
You've been grumbiin and settln your
self up for somebody. would cuss
YOU now with the wrath TO come II
such poor spirited granny was wuth
cussin."
The base wretch dashed his horse and
galloped off.
Even his own people OF the mail party
looked and muttered contempt.
Mr.. Clitheroe seemed utterly stunned.
Guide, faith. daughter, all gone! What
was be TO do, indeed.
"Neyer mind, Mr.. Cll:heroc," said
Brent, tenderly, 81 hope you have not
lost daughter. know you have gained
q son-yes, two Of them. Here, Jake
chamberlain"
Here, sir. Up to time! Ready to pull
my pound!'
"Wade aud ! 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
General Scott. Drive our mules and the
mustangs 10 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
pay you now In advance whatever you
ask"
''I'll be switched round creation Of
Won 90. Not the first red! You think
bekase I'm Mormon, as you call II, /
hain't got no nat'ral feelin's. Why, boys,
I'd go with you myself after the gal and
let Uncle Sans mail lie there and wait
till every letter answered itself ef had
a kettrypid what could range with
yoYrn. No, no: Jake chamberlain amt
a hog and his mail boys amt OF the pork
kind. I'll take keer of the old gentle
man and put him through just Y as IL
he was my own father and with q nil
lion slugs. And ef that Amt talkin fair
| dunno what is"
We both grasped Jake Shamberlain's
friendly fist.
Mr.. Clithroe, weary with his morn
ing ride, faint and sick after his bonds
of the night, and now crushed in spirit
and utterly bewlldered with these sud-
den changes, was handed over TO his new
protector.
The emancipating force had found
him. He was free Of his Mormonlsm.
His delusiou had discarded him. a
rough and cruel termination OF his
hopes How would he bear this disap-
pointment? Would his heart break?
Would his mind break, his life break?
We could not check ourselves TO think
OF him. Our thoughts were galloping
furiously on In succor OF the daughter.
fallen on an evil fate.
While this hasty talk had been going
on had shifted our saddles 10 Pumps
and Fulano Noble fellows! they took
in the calm excitement OF my mood.
They grew eager as greyhound when
he sees the hare break cover. They
OWNED that their moment had come!
Now their force was TO be pitted against
brutality. Horse against brute-which
would win? ! dared not think OF the
purpose OF our going. Only begone! be-
gone! was ringing in my ears, and a
figure / dared not see was before my
eyes.
FRO re CONTINUED.