The Russellville Democrat., 1893-08-10

came, but now there's no room left for sentiment. Tableaux-vivants are lovely in their way, even in a cave lighted dimly by a hurricane lamp, bat sterner scenes are on tho curtain. Drummond's voice is murmuring soothing, yes, caressing words to his sobbing captive. Drummond's bearded lips, unre- buked, are actually pressing kiss upon that childish brow when Costi- gan, with preliminary clearing of his throat that sounds like land slide and makes the rock walls ring again, startles Ruth from her bliss. ful woe and brings Drummond leap ing to the mouth of the cave. Lieutenant, there's something coming out over our trail. !"
 Thank Godlv signs Wing, as he raises his eyes to those of his fair nurse. Thank Godi for your sakes l'i
 "Thank God, Ruth !'' cries Fan ny, extending one hand to her sis ] ter while the other is unaccountably detained. "Thank God It's father and the Stoneman party and Dr. Gray"
 And Ruth, throwing herself upon her knees by her sisters side, buries her head upon her shoulder and sobs anew for very joy. And then comes sudden start. All in an instant there rings, echo i ing down the canon, the sharp, spiteful crack of riAes, answered by shrieks of terror from the cave where lie the Moreno women, and by other shots out along the range. 1 Three faces blanch with sudden fear, though Wing looks instantly ! up to say:
 "They can't harm you, and our men will be here in less than no ! time
 Out in the gorge men are spring ing to their feet and seizing their ready arms horses are snorting and stamping; mules praying in wild terror. Two of the ambulance mules, breaking loose from their fasten- ings, come charging down the resounding rock, nearly annihilating Moreno, who, bound and helpless, praying and cursing by turns, has rolled himself out of his nook and lies squarely in the way of every thing and everybody. But above all the clamor, the ring of carbine the hiss and spat of lead fattening uron the rocks, Drummond's voice is heard, clear and command ing, serene and confident: "Every man to lis post nowl Remember your orders !"
 Gazing out into the canon with dilated eyes, Ruth sees him nim- ply chamber up the opposite side toward the point where Walsh is kneeling behind rock Walsh, with his Irish mug ex- banded in grin of delight, the smoke just drifting from the muzzle of his carbine as he points with his left hand somewhere out along the cliffs. She sees her sol Her boy, crouching low, draw himself to Walsh's side, sees him glancing eagerly over the rocks, then signal ling to some one on their own side, pointing here and there along the wooded slope beyond her vision sees him now, with fierce light in his eyes, suddenly clutch Walsh's sleeve and nod toward some invisi- ble object to the south; sees Walsh toss the butt of his carbine to his shoulder, and with quick aim send bullet driving thitber; sees Drum mond take the field glass, and, rest ing it on the eastward ledge, gaze long and 6xedly out over the east ward way sees him start, draw back the glass, wipe the lenses with his silken kerchief, then peer again; sees him drop them with a gesture almost tragic, but she cannot hear the moan that rises to his lips.
 My God. those are Apaches, too"
 (To be Continued.