The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1892-11-04

thought of the young man who was
waiting for his legacy.
II believe III take the money on to-
night" she said To herself at last. II
know the road to Rocky Ridge and
can find it without guide. We
haven't heard of the horse thieves for
some time. and the chances are they
won't stop girl
She at last confidcd her intention ~
her mother. who, being brave. sympa-
thetic woman. approved OF the plan,
and Rachel made ready to carry 1t out.
"lf Jack'was here he would get him
to take the saddlebags on" said Mrs.
IIavcloclS to her daughter. You know
he is cunning and brave. Rachel, and"
IL wouldn't let him 80 il he was
here" was the sudden interruption,
and Rachel laid her hand on her moth
cr's arm. 1.-The less you say of Jacl;
JASPER the better, mother"
what. don't you think as much OF
him as you used to. Eachcl?'
"No.' said Rachel, almost sharply.
"Hc is too cunning for me. know he
has the best farm in the district. but
there is something about the man !
don't like. Jack may be brave and all
that. and he might make II young girl
like me n good husband; but mo,
mother. don't like him anymore"
Mrs. liavclock did rot try to draw
from Rachel the secret which she was
evidently conccaling from her. but as
sisted her in her preparation for de-
parture.
II was deemed best by mother and
daughter not to say anything to the
husband and father concerning Eachcl's
| Journey, and under pre;cxt that She
must have some more medicine for the
young parson Mrs. lIavelocl. sent her
husband to the nearest neighbor's,
which was three miles away.
1t was dark by this time. and no
sooner had John lIavelock departed on
his GRAND OF health than Rachel.
dressed for rilc and armed with a
pistol, led the parsons horse to the door
and adjusted the precious saddlebags.
s.You want TO keep your eyes open.
Rachel" said the anxious mother.
"You will have to ride over some pretty
rough roads. especially that part Of it
winding round the Bundle Bee hills.
There is where they held mp old man
Kcnnctt last summer"
"They III rue the night they try to
hold me up cried Rachel. as she
gathered up the lines and gave the par
sons horse a touch with the whip.
In a short time the courageous belle
Of the Sangamon had left the roof
tree behind and had launched herself
on her hazardous journey.
She wondered what her mother
would say or do II the parson should
wakcn and ask TO be assured Of the
safety of the legacy. What would her
mother say when he should insist upon
seeing the saddlcbags? Rachel hoped
his sleep would last until morning,
by which time She expected to be at
home able to report that the legacy had
been delivered To its rightful owner.
The road leading through the ur-
broken country to Rocky Ridge, asmnll
but prosperous village some nineteen
miles away. was rough, winding one.
which now and then almost lost itself
among the great hills which stood out
against the starlit sky like Titans. II
was road which had bad rcputa'
ton, for over it great many stolen
horses had been run. and people had
been held up and robbed along il by
men supposed to belong to the horse
thieEs.
TN girl Thought Of these events as
she entered the rougher and darker
portion Of the road. She thought, too
Of the young parson lying sick at he'
house, and not infrcqucntly she
thought Of Jack Jasper, who but few
! weeks before had paid her some attcn
tion-had even taken her 70 . huskini