The Press., 1894-09-06

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 him. But the facts, as somewhat dilnly remembered, altogether forbid Of all the mans troubles, his daughter was probably the greatest. She was not gaunt and angular, like the other ladies of Slabtown, as a rule. Her cheeks were like peonies, and her round figure had a perceptible jellyish shaking as she walked She disturbed her fathers slumbers with hoydenish laughter while the hours struck small in the night watches, and while her many admirers staid and would not go. She was a coquette besides and refused to comfort the paternal heart by assuming the hard duties of a Texans wife. Sary Grimes was wild girl. possibly not a bad crea- ture, but, as it might have been ex- pressed in an eastern village, ''liable to >e talked about"-One of the social pun
 ishments not much dreaded, however,
 ill the region of Fort Concho There was, I fear, a consciousness in her face whenever she passed a man ill the road, and it is equally to be feared that her prudent chastity had but little sugges- tion of snow or crystal in it, but as belle of Slabtown she reigned supreme, and of course the greater part of her female friends cast aspersions upon her. She kept all her admirers ill a state of mind which had ill it much torment, with oc- casional glimpses of beatitude. Charles Hanks, Esq.,, stage driver, started out upon his trip with large fortune of happy thoughts and discussed the ob- ject nearest his heart with the box pas l senger for 20 miles at once. But when he returned Sary would no more speak to
 him than if, as he complained, he "had
 been yaller dog." But Mr. Hanks had no special cause of complaint, for he | fared as all his rivals did.
 Father Grimes reputation was that he was "allus good to that gal O | his'n." He was never known on any occasion to use petulant expression to l any person or thing. The peculiarity more often remarked ill him than any other was that he did not swear. It was a wonder he did not, for nobody doubt ed that he had hard life of it. With regard to Grimes, the half has not been told. We have seen men who had sur vived some great disaster, some horrible l mangling, and went crawling through life thereafter lame, scared, deformed, the hideous semblance of a human | creature. Such was this poor, rich old ! man. His limbs were drawn awry His shapeless hands almost refused to | grasp his staff, and every line of his face denoted an experience of pain, happily past for the time, but ever | leaving a grim promise to return and
 wiring the distorted limbs anew until the hour of his relief. Yet Grimes had not been the victim of any sudden accident or great calamity. Fire, nor falling walls nor the rebellion of mans
 gigantic servant against his master in rushing steam and falling fragments had been incidents in his hard life
 And yet his fate had been little better. His days had been days of pain, and his nights had been spent in torture and in waiting and praying for daylight or death. It is common enough, but Ariel, bright spirit of enchanted air, suffered and groaned no more in the cloven pine than a strong man may beneath rheu- matic torture
 Thus it was that the old mans gen tleness was marvel to those who re- viled him daily. Worn and deformed with his battle of years with his enemy, I r,a4 n% L., I>s~ u. ! placidly nodded at those who passed by and whispered to himself and smiled. Sometimes he had been asked if 1t had not hurt him while ill slow torment his limbs had been twisted and drawn thus. "Oh, yes!" he said, ''it did hurt. But he smiled as he thus answer ed a question which would have been both superfluous and cruel if the old man had not seemed to possess some panacea which enabled him to almost defy pain.
 This distorted figure, this pain writ ten face and these strange ways Father Grimes possessed alone. They were strange in the land, for sturdy, bearded manhood, reckless ways, loud words and a blood curdling blasphemy were the rule with his associates and near neighbors. While they knew that he had within him something which they neither possessed nor understood, they only said "cur'us creetur' and passed on. Whatever it was, they had no res pect for it. They thought him little crazy. He had done strange things that they knew of. Had he not once tried to interfere with very promising horse race on a Sunday? Did he not come down to the traders store one night last fall and lift up his quavering voice in Methodist hymn and try to get up a prayer meeting right there among the boys, land hundred dollars ill the pot, and me with three queens ill my hand?" It was Charles Hanks, Esq.,, who described this scene and added: He's an old fool, with stavin purity gal. Twas just that which saved his meat-a-interferin that-a-way."
 It was not strange that with these queer ways Father Grimes was alone in such place, with only his heart to keep him company. There was chap lain at the post, but he seemed as yet to have discovered no affinity for this ec- centric old man. He preferred soldiers of the cross of more robust tendencies