The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1893-05-07

from home for-that's what + IN running
to him for, and l don't care who knows
it, And | only wish I'D done it afore-
and | would-if-if-if-he only asked
mel There nowl' She stopped, painted
and choked. Then one of the sudden
transitions of youthful emotion overlook
the eager, laughing face; it clouded up
with the swift change of childhood a
lightning culver of expression broke over
it-and-then came the rainl
l think this simple act completed our
utter decentralization We smiled fee0ly
at each other with that assumption OF
masculine superiority which is miserably
conscious of its own helplessness at such
moments. We looked out of the window,
blew our noses, said: "Eh-what?' and
81 say vaguely to each other. and were
greatly relieved and yet apparently as
tonished when Yuba Bill, who had turned
his back upon the fair speaker, and was
kicking the logs in the fireplace, sud-
denly swept down upon US and bundled
us all into the road, leaving Miss Mullins
alone. Then he walked aside with Judge
Thompson for few moments, returned
to US, automatically demanded of the
party complete reticence towards Miss
Mullins on the subject matter under dis
cussion, re-entered the station, reappeared
with the young lady, suppressed faint
idiotic cheer which broke from us at the
spectacle of her innocent face once more
cleared and rosy, climbed the box, and in
another moment we were under way.
'Then she don't know what her lover
is yet?'' asked the expressman eagerly.
"No."
care you certain it's one of the gang?"
s'Can't say for sure. 1t mout be q
young chap from Yolo who bucked agin
the tigers at Sacramento, got regularly
cleaned out and busted, and joined the
gang for a hier. They say thar was a
new hand in that job over at Kelley IS
and a mighty game. too-and ez there
was some buckshot onloaded that trip, he
might hev got his share, and that would
tally with what the girl said about his
arm. Seel Eff that's the man, I've
heered he was the son OF some big preacher
in the states, and a college sharp to boot,
who ran wild in Frisco, and played him
self for all he was worth. They're the
wust to kick when they once get foot
over the traces. For stiddy, conf BILE
kempany," added Bill rehectively,
s'give me the son of a man that was
hanged"
''But what are you going to do about
this?''
.'That depends upon the teller who
comes to meet her. -
'But you amt going to try to take him?
That would be playing it pretty low
down on them both. -
s'Keep your hair on, JIMMY The
judge and me are only going to rastle
with the sperrit of that gay young ga
loot, when he drops down for his girl
and exhort him pow'full Ef he allows
he's convicted of sin and will find the
Lord, We' II marry him and the gal Off
hand at the next station, and the judge
will officiate himself for nothin'. We're
goin' to have this yer elopment done on
the square-and our waybill clean-you
beti''
s'But you don't suppose he'll trust
himself in your hands,"
'sPolly will signal to him that it's all
square,
"AhI'' said the expressman. Never
theless in those few moments the men
seemed to have changed dispositions. The
expressman looked doubtfully, critically
and even cynically before him. BiIl's face
had relaxed and something like bland
smile beaDled across it, as he drove conf
IDENTIFY and unhesitatingly forward.
Day, meantime, although full blown
and radiant on the mountain SUBMITS
around US, was yet nebulous and uneer
tain in the valleys into which we are
plunging. Lights still glimmered in the
cabins and a few ranch buildings which
began to indicate the thicker settlements.
And the shadows were heaviest in a little
copse, where note from Judge Thomp-
son in the coach was handed up TO Yuba
Bill, who at once slowly began TO draw up
his horses. The coach stopped near the
junction of a small crossroad. At thes same
moment Miss Mullins slipped down from
the vehicle, and, with parting wave of
her hand to the judge, who had assisted
her from the steps, tripped down the
cross road, and disappeared in its semi
obscurity. To our surprise, the stage
waited, Bill holding the reins listlessIy in
his hands. Five minutes passed-an eter-
nifty of expectation, and-as there was
that in Yuba Bill's face which forbade
idle questioning-an aching void of silence
also! This was at last broken by strange
voice from the road:
eco on-we'u follow"
The coach started forward. Presently
we heard the sound of other wheels be-
hind US. We all craned our necks back
ward to get view of the unknown, but
by the growing light we could only see
that we were followed at a distance by
buggy with two figures in it. Evidently
Polly Mullins and her lover! We hoped
that they would pass rs. But the vehicle,
though drawn by fast horse, preserved
its distance always, and it was plain that
its driver had no desire to satisfy our
Il. e., Gambled at Faro.