Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1893-12-20

:, MOI loSlDg mcmeht
in thought, he r,ised his revolver, and
aimed it at the man who had attempted
to shoot him and it's echo rang out boldly
as the being felt singing sensation in
nus right arm which dropped down at his
side helpless
Three times that report penetrated the
lnnermost cre,ices Of those viue-clad
assures, then the mob saw three of ITS
best men wounded.
They made " feeble attempt to come up
TO their solitary opponent, but the deadly
purpose in Kenneth's ewes. as he raised
his weapon, dismayed them, and thew
shrank back further and further, till at
last they disappeared flom his view.
They have had a good lesson, and l
tnink 1t will be some time before thew
will try to fight with me again." said
Kenneth, as the last loiterer vanished.
.lhe powder smoke still made the place
sitting, as Kenneth put up his revolver,
and bent down over the unconscious oirl
lying at his feet.
The hard, merciless look went out of
his large blue eyes, the red lips relaxed
their straight. rigid lines, and gently as a
woman could have done, he raised Chris
fair head up, and rested it on his sleeve.
The pallid, childish face, the light, girl
ish form, the dimpled, limp, cold little
hands all reused sense of pity in his
heart.
He had been saved from death by q
why did she fling herself before mep"
he wondered. Most women would have
run the other way. She is good little
soul, warrant. Something lbout her
face reminds me of Olga's.
SO, even though miles apart, after years
of parting, one persons face can rise up
in the memory of another in moments of
the greatest excitement, the most monoto-
nous solitude.
Well Kenneth Byrne knew absence
does not mean forgetfulness; and perhaps
it was for Olgas sake he so kindly
brushed back the soft masses of hair curl
ing about the blue veined temples, and
placed the head on his shoulder as he
took out pocket flask of brandy and put
it to the girls lips.
1t was the only way he knew of revivine
life when it seemed ebbing away, and a
Chris moved and moaned he felt his effort
to restore her had been successful, and
when she opened her eyes he met her
gaze eagerly.
The rocks, the gigantic trees, the
strange, dark place, with the blood-red
flowers lighting up its loom, alarmed her.
She had been so accustomed to blazing
lights and noise and brilliant contrasts
of coloring. the shadows oppressed her:
or was it the forewarning of the future
that caused her terror?
II am wounded" she gasped, as she
tried to rise, and fell back painting, while
she held the blood. stained hand She had
involuntarily pressed to her side before
her eyes, then closed them, sickened by
the sight.
Yes; you let them shoot you to save
me. But / do not think you are danger
ously hurt. You are not afraid?" he
asked, all in breath.
No. l am sorry, though, for my COM
panion will have trouble with me. That
is pity"
he thought:
Her apparent unselfshness is as.
sumed. A woman's trick to appear low
able.
Il met your companion" he said, alb
ruptly. "She stopped her horse and sent
me to you, or l should not have known
you were here. She said she was going
to hasten to the hut above us-to bring
you there when l found you. But how
can II"
Il do not know. she murmured, family.
Use not to cry out if I hurt you in lifting
did"
He did not think it selfish in him to
m Ike her promise to hide her suffering;
and she of course did not, for she was
full of self reproaches.
Il am sorry to give you SO much
trouble. It would have been better if
they hal killed me-" she murmured; and
he said nothing.
He had always been deceived by women,
and he believed her a hypocrite.
But she had saved his life. !
HA remom herad that and he lifted her
MP on his breast almost tenderly.
If she were weak it was for him she
had become SO, and he would strive to
spare her any unnecessary suffering.
He SOW she was white to the lips with