The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1893-11-11

Leaveth it, loved in woe.
The hearts II loved hnd day
In its beautiful afterglow.
Emily Selinxer In Boston Transcrfpt,
lOMETHING OF A NIGHT. |
At it's best hunting in savage coun-
~ is no calm pursuit; but when . hu.
ban quarry is sought ones nerves are not
likely 70 know much repose. and most
Especially is this true when the object OF
be chase has wronged 90 many Of the
(unter's dear ones that vengeance seems
he sole thing left worth living for
Such. one July afternoon fifteen years
, lgo. was the condition Of affairs had to
soe
was In eastern Turkestan, riding to-
Yard the west like mad. Itch was
4 thirty miles ahead Of me. By my side
nkan tho Tarim. its chill waters rushing
rSwiftly on toward its confluence with
] he Kashgar. fifty miles behind me-
y had ridden my horse since daybreak.
determined to overtake the man was
hunting down before another nightfalL
y. For three years had been pursuing
b rim. never able to get within striking
I distance Now he was less than four
Ihoun ahead Of me. and we were in y
land where western conventionalities
could neither prevent my vengeance nor
punish me for it. though gave thought
Ito neither Of these considerations then
;, He was making for itch, where he in
tended passing the night 1t was my
purpose to overtake him little beyond
Thokan. where the Tarim ran through
Nsuch dreary, deserted wastes that human
sounds seldom competed with it in the
business Of awakening the echoes
On and on sped. urging my jaded
horse far beyond its utmost powers Of
for vengeance. like all other
sIpurely human things, takes no heed Of
ssIwhat it shall destroy in prevailing
But my hot haste thwarted itself, and
tho poor beast fell under me and ex-
pired-
4 Grown vulturelike by reason Of my
1 awful pursuit, now that was cheated
Of my prey. shIieked out my wild rage
\ In . fierce exuberance Of inarticulate
sounds. but the noise Of tho river pre-
vented every syllable Of it from offend
ing even the dead ears Of my horse.
Bitter - only baffled man can feel
finally shouldered my saddle bags, con.
\ tinuing my way to Thokan on foot
| This miserable apology for town.
Len than dozen shanties-failed to
furnish me another horse at any price.
Wosse yet. found myself compelled to
spend the night there. ~ it was now
nearly sunset. and Utch. the next towr
before me. was still more than twenty
i've miles away
Far o6 in the west. black and Jagged
mas against tho sunset sky. lowered thu
mighty summits Of the Tian Shan range
the otherwise dazzling whiteness Of theil
great snow domes al obscured by tn,
twilight
Nature alone was sublime here. Sucl
miserable human creatures - found .
Thokan were too stolid and insensate Il
even feel curiosity 1t the event Of [
stxanger-a rare circumstance in Turkes
l tan.
Wrekched and desperate. unable to On
durs = thought Of food. stretched my
elf out upon shelf against the side o
mean little loft, which was to serve q
my quarters for tho night
Through IN open window, straight be
foee me. could look out ut the slE
above tho western mountainA
Shade by shade witnessed tho fadin
OF the sunset colozs aud the end Of tn
after glow. until al was - dismall
black q tho sensations of baf1ed wretch
edness which 90 nearly stiAed me.
Than tho moon rose full and splendid
making night moro like day than it
anywhere out Of the east
Instead Of cheering me, these mockin
floods Of night light angered me.
What right had sun or moon to shin
% warmly ON land which has robbie
| mo Of vengeance 20 long delayed. just q
it was In my grasps
clinched my hands In silent rage
hands which would have been red wit
human blood II my horse had not faile
ma and had had my way.
With snaillike pace the seconds creI
ON into minutes and the minutes int
hours.
Not long after midnight tho mool
having passed the zenith, shone into m
room, illuminating all ito varied stor'
Of rubbish.
A. Ar.h xhesa did not attract nv Alta