The Press., 1892-11-17

 maddened her; the torture had not broken her; the dread of worse had not slain her. She was still unblenching and indomitable And still she seemed to rule her fate with quiet, steady eyes gray eyes with violet lights.
 carried her few steps to the side of jubilant fountain lifting beneath a rock, and left her there to nature, kind- Hest leech.
 Then took cup of that brilliant water to my friend, my brother. ''I can die now," he said feebly. "There is no death in you. You have won the right to live. Keep a brave heart. Drinky'
 And in that exquisite spot, that fair glade of the sparkling fountains, I gave the noble fellow long drafts of sweet refreshment. The rescued lady trailed herself across the grass and knelt beside US. My horse, still heaving with his honorable gallop, dropped his head over the group. A picture to be remembered! Who says that knighthood is no more1 Who says the days of chivalry are past? Who says it, is 8 losel. Brent was roughly, but not danger ously, shot along the arm. The bullet had plowed an ugly path along the mus cles of the forearm and upper arm, and was lodged in the shoulder. A bad wound; but no bones broken. If he could but have rest and peace and sur gerry! But if not, after the fever of our day, after the wearing anguish of our doubtful gallop-if not? Ellen Clitheroe revived in moment when she saw another needed her care. Woman's gentle duty of nurse found her ready for its offices. My blundering good will gave place willingly to her fine fingered skillfulness. She forgot her own weariness while she was magnetiz- ing away the bangs of the wounded man by her delicate touch.
 He looked at me and smiled with total content.
 My father?" asked the lady faintly, as if she dreaded the answer.
 "Safel" said I. "Free from the Nor mons. He is waiting for you with a friend"
 Her tears began to flow. She was busy bandaging the wound. All was silent about us except the pleasant gurgle of the fountains, when we heard shot up the defile. .-
 The sharp sound of pistol shot came leaping down the narrow chasm, flying before the pursuit of it's own thunder ing echoes.
 I sprang up when I heard the shot and stood on the alert. There were two up the alley; which, after the shot, was living, and which dead?
 Not many moments had passed, when l heard hoofs coming, and Armstrong rode into view. The gaunt white horse galloped with the long, careless fling I had noticed all day. Removed machine like, as if without choice or volition of his own, horse commissioned to carry a fate. Larrap's stolen horse trotted along by his old master.
 Armstrong glanced ~t Murker's body lying there, a battered mass.
 "Bothr' he whispered. 'The other was sent right into my hands to be put to death. knew all the time it would be sent to me to do the killing. He was squirting up the alley on my own horse. He snapped at me- My pistol did not know how to snap. See herer
 And he showed me, hanging from his saddle horn, that most loathsome of all objects a mans eyes eyer lighted upon fresh scalp. It sick-ned me.
 ''Shamel' said I. Do you call your self a man to bring such thing into a lady's presenceT
 "It was rather mean to take the fel- lows hair," says Armstrong. "I don't believe Brother Bill would have did it. | D,,4 R,,1 r | fat, low lived devil, and thought of my brother, big, hull hearte man as never gave bad word to nobody, and never held on to dollar or 8 slug when ayry man wanted it more n him. Come, I'll throw the nasty thing away if you say so."
 "Help me drag off this corpse, and we'll bury man and scalp together" said.
 We buried him at the gate of the alley under great cairn of stones.
 "God forgive them both" said I, as flung the last stone, ''that they were brutes, and not men,"
 "Brutes they was, stranger" says Armstrong, "but these things is ordered somehow. allow your pardener and you is glad to get that gal out of Nor mon camp, eff it did cost him horse and both on you an all days tremble. Men don't ride so hard and look so wolf. ish as you two men have did onless their heart is into it."
 '.It is indeed strange" said I, rather thinking aloud than addressing my com panion, ''that this brute force should have achieved for us by outrage what love failed in. Fate seems to have played Brute against Brute, that Love might step between and claim the vic. tory. The lady is safe; but the lover may have won her life and lost his own."
 "Look here, stranger" says Arm. strong, ''part of this is yourn," pointing to the money belt, which, with the dead mans knife and pistol, he had taken from the corpse. Halves of this and the other fellows plumber belongs to your party"
 suppose I looked disgusted; yet ] nave seen gentle ladies wearing boast fully brooches that their favorite heroes had taken from Christian men dead on the field at Inkerman, and shawls of the loot of Delhi cover many shoulders that would shudder over dead worm.
 ''rm not squimmidge." said Arm strong. "Ir's my own and my brothers money in them belts. I'll count that out, and then, eff you won't take your part, I'll pass it over to the gals father. allowed from signs ther was, that that thar boss Mormon had about tuk the old mans pile. Most likely these sinners they won last night is some of the very sufferins Sizzum got from him. It's right he should hev 'em back"
 acknowledged the justice of this res titution.
 "Now," said Armstrong again. ''you want to stay by your friend and the gal, % I'll take one of the pack mules ant fetch your two saddles along before darl