Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1893-08-19
In HONOR'S NAME.


Deacon Ellsworth, originally a log
cabin, but expanded and amended, as
did the deacon's fortunes year by
year till at length it stood forth. in
all the dignity of clap-boarding and
paint, a first-class residence for the
wild section of the country that it
adorned.
The deacon was veritable son of
Anak for height and muscular de-
velopment. but loosely built and I'M
calmly in all his movements, with a
face deathly white. looking as though
it had blanched in the contemplation
of some great horror, lighted by
bilious. deeply-set eyes and shaded
by short, curling hair. thickly set
with gray, although he was but little
past fifty-a stern, smileless man,
highly respected b. the church of
which he was a member, and loved
and feared in his own family. consist
ing of son and daughter, known re-
spectfully as Phil and Hannah
Phil was handsome, broad-shoul-
deFed young fellow of 22-the best
dancer, the most daring rider. the
most successful sutton in all the coun-
try for miles around; not an apple
bee, or quilting frolic, or a wedding
that was complete without Phil Fills
worth; not sleigh ride or picnic but
he was the leader, very much to the
ire OF the deacon. who stoutly op-
posed all merry markings as .ungodly
revelings and junketings," fit only
for sworn servants of the evil one.
And not unfre1uently fierce disputes
had arisen between father and son,
only pacitied with difficulty through
the Intervention OF Hannah--a de-
licioIs little bit of fe .nininity, with
rosy cheeks and chestnut curls, and
the prettiest little hand in the world
or at least so thought Nathan Ellis,
the fast friend of Phil. and accepted
lover OF Hannah. though regarded
with small favor by her father, who
would have preferred for a son-in-
law one John Cavendish, lantern
jawed dealer in groceries, and at
present an inmate of the family
Such YVES the position of affairs,
when one morning in June the family
were assembled around the breakfast
table, from whence came grateful
odoFs of steaming coffee and savory
steaks.
Phil looked half dvGs:1.. nalf sad.
Hannah poured the coffee into the
cream jug. and sugared her beef
steak, and then redeemed angrily
when she found John Cavendish's
twinkling gray eyes keenly observ-
ant of her somewhat unusual pro-
ceedings.
''Guess Hannah's been out with
Phil" said that worthy. "Strikes
me her hands kinder unsteady; bad
sign that, Hannah
II should think you ough. to be
scared, then" answered Hannah.
sharply. You haze spilled your
coffee all over the tablecloth.n
"Hannah, be quiet" interposed
the deacon sharply, land you, sir" to
Phil who smiled at his sisters re-
ioind6r, stop laughing and let us
know what hour OF the night it was
whom you came in. "
| Phil did not answer.
ut is long way from Farmer AL
lens father" put in Hannah. land
guess perhaps Fanny urged him to
stay"
BE quiet, viii you? And you,
Phil, why don't you speak out like a
man? At what time did you come in ?"
"Half-past two, replied Phil, who
had manifested extraordinary uneasi-
ness.
"Come, come, deacon, " interposed
Cavendish, '.you shouldn't be too
hard on the young man; boys will be
boys, and if Phil does spree it lit
tie, there's many good tree comes
from wild slip"
Good morning, neighbors. How
do you do, deacon? All, Hannah, how
are you? And John Galbraith, their
nearest neighbor, suddenly stood in
the doorway.
Hannah uttered slight scream.
She had been strangely depressed and
nervous that morning, and she now
fancie1 that she had seen three men
coming up the path where only one
presented himself
whats the matter, Hannah2-
getting nervous? You screamed out
as though I'd been an Injin in his
war-paint. Heard the news?"
None good enough to remember
What's stirring your way2" replied
the deacon.
"Why," said Galbraith, planting
himself in the open "Anson
Parker's dead-found this morning in
his bed murdered. !"
Every one exclaimed except Phil
He had started violently at the first
mention of Parker's name, but had
since remained quite still
"Have they any idea who did itH'
asked the deacon, whose gloomy face,
strange to say, wore an indescribable
look of satisfaction.
"Well. we think we've some notion. -
slowly responded Galbraith. I'm the
sheriff, you know, and / was called
in one of the first. We've found a
knife, and ribbon, and one thing
and another, and there's the gal Mary
sWearS she neenad thpou0b tba ,,,i,,