The National tribune., 1892-01-07


that he had prefaced his remarks with the as
surance that he would withhold nothing from
her.
"Thets zactly wat means ter do little gyrl.
ez hev tOle yer" responded Dick, as he felt
her magnetic touch thrill through every fiber
OF his body, and raising his head again, con-
/ tinued, fer yer know now we.uns heZ got ter
git outen this hyar kentry. en- ct eE right yer
oughter know why I'm hevin ter do et, so ez
not ter hov yer low l'm unreasonable bout ct
JESS HOW THIS HYAR FUSS KIM TER HAPPEN
] wants yer ter onderstan' fore we-uns goes ter
sleep ter mite. fer / 'spect ter lite out mighty
suddint wen / gifts things all sot, but thetll TUX
morn week arter kin git outen this hyar
cabin. Clariss, yer mought jess throw er hand
ful @ them thar knots onto ther fire fore ct
goes clean out, ez j hant begin ter tOle yer
hahen wat j wants ter yit. en- cts morn likely
ter cit toler'blo cold ef we.uns sets hyar thout
emmy fire."
Ciariss promptly placed large armful Of the
| huge mountain pine cones on the almost eXtin-
gushcd embers, and in few moments, as the
crackling flames rose mp the wide throat Of the
chimney, the giant shadows began their weird
/ play on the whitewashed walls the dogs
stretched themselves out on their pile Of furs as
the room warmed up, and Dick lying on his
pallet Of bufalo-rOb by the side of the i'm
mense Fireplace, asked Clariss 10 sit close 10
him, taking her little hand in his great paw,
and contemplating her for few seconds as the
yellow flames lighte up her now sad face, be-
gan again the story OF his rotten luck" but
so full Of interest to his patient wife.
Yer see, little gyrl, en- ther fust place, !
never iole yer, ez ia oughter did, thet |
! killed thct thar womin's husban'. she eZ wuz
| pothcriu' o yer, yer know, fer hevin' inter-
/ ferd with my beaver.traps down onter ther
branch one day. | never let on, yer know,
when she brunged thut thar dead babby ter
/. -. a-.1f 1.l
burn ct, war follerin' o me all ther time then.
! Au'"-
"Oh Dick interrupted Clariss rs she
looked imploringly into his face, her eyes suf-
/ fused with tears, yer haiut got thet thar in
ncrccnt babby's blood ter anser fer, hev yer?
Yer didn't kill thet child too2 Ye didn't do
thct? Tell me-" she cried as she leaned
her head on his breast, overcome by the depth
Of her grief
mo- Clariss; ez hopes ter be forgiven ct
/ Jndg mint, ] dian't-least / didu't knife ner
shoot ther poor critter; hant 50 wicked ez
thet, tho cts mother laid ther blame onter
ne. Thcr fac en- ct war her own don's; et
jess died o starvation; she naturally dried-up
HoUNDIN NY TRAIL,
dad-bun her! Et wcr her own fault; wat
call he'd she ter be a fol!orin' o me? ] could
got shet o her emmy time a mos but lowed
et war 10 dcrn wicked ter shoot her"
AihTtNo grew nervous ana GAGlAtu DeNOnu
/ precedent as Dick made these horrible dis
closures TO her 60 entirely unexpected; for
! she had never FOR n moment thought her hus-
band capable Of murder under any circum-
/ stances and the revelation completely un-
nerycd her. She sobbingly begged him to go
ou, to tell her all, so that she might. in her
/ own pure mind, possibly End some paliiation
! Ton las crime. As yet she saw nothing. the re-
! c.tal was Tcvotiag, and she was deeply dis
1 trcsscd; bat she RETAINED from becoming too
! GcmOnsiratiye cndoayOriaB TO keep her
| thoughts 60 herself
But Dick 4" she plcadiugly urged, rs she
| noticed that he was inclined TO end his story
there, yer haint toic me yit how yer kim
ter be tied cn cut Up. en- how Raintuck got
huFted so bad: don't yer kip nothin' back from
me now, Dick! 4"
Little ryrl. I'm kimmin' ter thet don't
Tow ter kip nothin' back but / seed how ct
war 'icctin yer en- CT kind o hendcr'd me a
goin' on.
WaaI. Clariss, seed thcr trac o thet pesky
womin whar ever I'd went aTter killed her
husban'; ] didn't mind CT at fust-I he'd them
thar dorgs, Pont aud Bruce waTn't afeard,
] kn0w'd they'd TUX car o me; but how she
Kim ter got the boss o me arier all, I'm dad
burned oi know ct war jess my rotten luck
specs
"Clariss, I'd lied ter yer. wen tole yer /
war goin' bufaler-huntin. I'd went back yam
der ter them thar Spanish Peaks, whar I'd he'd
scch 'mazin' luck aforc au' ! killed an tag
more varmints nor them burrDs o mine could
| pack, an i he'd ter cache mos o ther pelts 50
alore we-uns gifts outcn hyar I'll heY ter git
en-, ez ihcys wuth
POWERFUL MOUNT o. MONEY.
"Waal, ter git back ter wat wuz tellin'
yer, wuz a Rittin' on, thinkin' o hum an
how soon I'd be thar, snakin' along kind o.
easy-like, 'spectin' ter reach thcr cabin with
| my skins next mite, an sech and he'd got ez fur
ez thet thar little perarer by them thar pines,
wat Boggs hey tole yer bout; thar thcr trail
| runs down inter a swale lcaviu or kind %
" cut bank" ther top o which jess kims 'bont
ter mans head, cf he war er walkin' but
dad burn ct! fore I'd reached thar, or pint o
woods staus out. Thar them thar dOrgs winded
or monssirous black bar, en- wen ! kim up ter
wEar thcr he'd ther yarmint on thcr stan'-surt
o iang'ld mp en- or bunch o. trees'ez he'd blow'd
down-or 'win-fall yer know sech ez yer
heV seed en- ther timber 'roun' yer pap's en-
ther Cumber'lin Range. WAL, seed ther bar
ther miunit rid up. so jumps of Kaintucll
he'll stan snywhar, yer know. We WIZ then,
him ca me, rite oH thcr edge Oy ther timber en
under or clump o heavy oaks which was clost
together en- CROWN 'mong thcr pines so
Ou'y he'd ter go bout er hunderd foot fore
wuz ca range o ther bar standin' Their quiet en-
a waiclIin' thcr dorgs. / pulled up ole Nance
~
Yer soc, didn't stop ter load agin, like er dad.
burn fool cz ! WIZ. Pm saftain never acted
tLci thar way fore. but outs with my kuifI
en- gins ter skin ther beast. tell yer. CiaTi-s
thet thar pclt % hisn war a buty. but I've
clean lost ct, an wouldn't or tux two dollar,
fer q, dad-bum tbeg rotten luck!
"Wall, hcdn't got iher bar morn haff ekun
wen hcarn kaintucly gin thcr Orfullest squall
an oz ] lOok'd MP mighty suddint ter ghar I'D
leT him could sec him plain from whar
stO0d-cn I'll he dad-bume1 cf er m0nstoui
painter hedn't sprung 0utcn one o. them thai
oaks, en- lit rite onto kaintuk's flank, Whar b,
hung on, en- war er
CLAWIS' I'm CHAWIs,
tryin' ter hole his grin, while Kaintuck wal
or kicllu' en- squcalin', en- runnu' roun' en- e
circle! ia course scch er varmnt would star
emmy ho-s, specially ef It war on him; e
! started kantuck en- me too; drops my knit,
eu runs ~ fast II / couid git over the groun
ter holp Kaintuck git shot o ther lion-thet
, wat folkscs hyar calls 'om. mounting lions
we-uns us'ter hunt en- tber Cumb'ln Rang,
, wen ! war or boy.
Waal, fore ia got 10 rod. going ter wha
my gun war, hyar kim them dorgs. Bruce er
, | Pout, jess er tearing long; I'd cali'd em We
see, thcr minnit Ia sOt eyes on thcr yarmin
! | or haBgin' ontor Kaintuck's back en- ye',
/ orter seed thet thar painter drop often him. ei
f.. lite out fer ther timber wen he heerd then
f.. thar dorrs er howlin'.
Like er dad burn fool never picked a.
\ | Nance, en- cZ soon ez ther painter let 20 hi
' holt on Kaintuck, ther hoss know'd he wa