Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1893-10-26

Meanwhile Pretty Pierre had made
his way to the Saints Repose. and was
sitting among the miners, indolently
smoking. In vain he was asked to play
cards His one reply was: No, par
don, no! play one game only to-
night the biggest game ever played in
the Pipi Valley" In vain, also, was he
asked to drink He refused the hospi-
taiity, defying the danger that such
lack OF good-fellowship might bring
forth. He hummed in snatches to him
self the words of song that the Brules
were wont to sing when they hunted
the buffalo:
VOLTA! 1t is the sport to ride;
All, ah, the brave hunterl
To thrust the arrow in his hide,
To send the bullet through his side
lei, the buffalo, JOLT
All, ah, the buffalol
He nodded here and there as men
entered, but he did not stir from his
seat He smaked incessantly, and his
eyes faced the door of the barroom
that entered upon the street There
was no doubt in the minds of any
present that the promised excitement
would occur. Shon McGann was as
fearless as he was gay. The Pipi Val
ley remem bered the day in which he
had twice risked his life to save two
women from burning building-Lady
Jane and another And Lady Jane this
evening was agitated, and once or
twice furtively looked at something
under the bar counter: in fact, close
observer would have noticed anger or
anxiety in the eyes of the daughter OF
Dick Waidron, the keeper of the Saints
Repose; Pierre would certainly have
seen 1t had he been looking that way.
An unusual influence was working
upon the frequenters of the Saints Re-
pose. Planned, premeditated excite
ment was out of their line Unexpect-
edness was the salt of their existence.
This thing had an air, of system not in
accord with the suddenness of the Pipi
mind. The half-breed was the only
one entirely at his ease; he was Ian
guild and nonchalant; the long lashes
of his half-shut eyes gave his face n
pensive look. At last King Kinkley
walked over to him and said There's
an almighty mysteriousness about this
event that isn't joyful, Pretty Pierre
We want to see this muss cleared up,
of course; we want Shon McGann to
act like a high-toned citizen; and
there's a general prejudice in favor of
things being on the fiat of your palm,
as it were-this thing hangs fire, and
there's lack of animation about it.
isn't there?"
To this Pretty Pierre replied: What
can / do? This is not like other things;
one has to wait; great things take
time To shoot is easy, but to shoot Is
not all, as you shall see If you have pa
tience little. All, mon ami, where
there is woman things are different
throw glass in your face, we shoot,
some one dies, and there it is quite plain
ofrsason; you play card which was
dealt just now. l call you-something,
and the swiftest finger does the trick;
but when there is woman one must
wait for the sport"
1t was at this point that Shon McGann
entered, looked round, nodded to all,
and then came forward to the table
where Pretty Pierre sat As the French
man took out his watch Shon said
firmly but quietly: Pierre, gave
you the lie to-day concerning me wife,
anu III ntTb, dS Sdlu l. u DO, 10
by the word passed then"
Pierre waved his fingers lightly
towards the other and slowly rose.
Then he said in sharp tones: "Yes,
Shon McGann, you gave me the lie
There is but one thing for that the
Pipi Valley. You choked me- would
not take that from a saint of heaven;
but there was another thing to do first
Well, l have done it; l said l would
bring proofs-I have them" He
paused, and now there might be seen O.
shining moisture on his forehead, and
his words came menacingly from be-
tween his teeth, while the room be-
came breathlessly still, save thatin the
silence sleeping dog sighed heavily.
"Shon McGann," he said, you are
living with my wife"
Twenty men drew in deep breath
of excitement and Shon came step
nearer to the other and said in strange
voice: "l-am-living-w with-your-
wife?"
"As say, with my wife, Lucy Rives.
Francois Rves was my name eight
years ago. We quarreled. l left her,
and l never saw her again until to-
night. You went to see her two hours
ago You did not find her. Why?
She was gone because her husband,
Pierre, told her to 60 You want
proof? You shall have it. Here is the
wedding ring you gave her last night"
He handed it over, and Shon saw in,
side it his own name and hers
MY Godr' he said, did she know?
Fall ,l, 4 - L., tty
mo; she did not know. have truth
to speak tonight l was Jealous, mad,
and foolish, and l left her. MY boat
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