The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1894-11-14

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"You look like gentleman and l
should like to bury YOU" the young
man muttered as he stood there look
ing down upon the dead. "But the
fact is have nothing to dig with, and
| if had the coyotes can go down deep
er in one night than could in a week.
1t is queer that they have spared you
this long, but there is no knowing how
long you have been dead. There is
not the slightest indication of decom-
position, but in this beastly land we
dry up like mummies. In fact the on
ly rot we know here come to us from
Washington via the Indian Bureau"
Bang.
The report of an Apache's rifle ring
ing out from the opposite wall Of the
canon, causing peculiar singing,
whizzing sound in his ears, brought
Clyde's soliloquy to a sudden termina-
ton. And, throwing himself into the
saddle with far more activity and agil-
ity than he had displayed since he
joined, the lieutenant galloped after his
comrades.
II shall not mention this little side
scout" he muttered, a. he caught up
with the pack train, and, when the
trail permitted pressed forward to his
proper place in line. IL should be re-
marked that for n youngster Clyde
showed unusual discretion and wisdom
i'm this resolution, for it was the first
dead man he had seen during his brief
service in Arizona, and besides he had
been shot at. Fancy what might have
been made out of this little adventure
by some who for reasons ineXplicable
are allowed to wear the blue.
Quite late at night Pleasant Valley
was reached. Here the Maricopa
scouts that had been several miles in
advance of the command were found
waiting and rather detected they had
discovered no sign. The ambitious,
well-meaning commandant was more
thln little disgusted, and feeling a
large sized vacancy in his own interior
d department. he gave orders that per-
mitted the building Of fires. With
''slap-jacks" and hot coffee change
came over the spirits of the troopers
and they decided that the name of the
valley was an appropriate one for that
nights bivouac.
The following morning the Indian
scouts We're sent out in different direc-
tons in hopes that a rancheria might
be located or at the least a recent
Apache trail discovered the command
was to remain inactive until their re-
turn. This gave Clyde the opportuni-
ty he desired and which previously
had not been presented. He shoulder
ed his rifle, the weapon carried by all
officers in the field, and strolled care
lessly along the bank of the Acequia.
Satisfying himself that he was be-
yond sight of his comrades, Clyde seat
ed himself and proceeded to examine
the trinkets he had come upon the day
before. The ring was a large blood
5 some in the shape of shield and the
band was made after the fashion of
chain armor, gold and silver alterna-
ting. In the stone was cut a hand,
with the forefinger pointing downward.
Around the edge, in Greek, where the
words: II remember; you forget"
On the insi le woven into monogram,
We're the capitals l.. and H.. Ii looked
antique, and il was an odd device, but
intrinsically is value was slight. He
replaced this in his pocket and turned
his attention to the chain and locket.
The former was one of these broad oval
''snaky" gold circlets worn by the
fashionable women of thirty years ago.
The locket was quite large and octago-
nal i'm shape. It's face showed a castle
i'm mosaic, with rocks and little stream
in the foreground; its three pendants
were composed of diamonds and tur-
auoise. The back was formed by
gold case, upon which was the word
Roma. Opening this Clyde looked
upon the face ofa beautiful young wo-
man painted on porcelain, evidently a
portrait. After long and critical |
study of the features Clyde came To the |
that but one thing was lack |
ing, otherwise the face and head were |
parfect-his ideal, in fact. The color
ing was superb and natural and the ex-
preston was faultless. At the same |
time there was something that left the |
face souless and artificial. ''It is likea |
Parisian bust that has been touched up |
with the brush. There Is no soul In |
il the artist has just missed IL, }" mused |
Clyde, as he continued to gaze upon It. |
There was an aigrette of diamonds
peeping from the coil of raven black |
hair and little sparkling chain encir-
cling the proud, beautifully arched
throat. On the whole it was a rare
and costly jewel to be found beneath
the soiled hunting shirt of a dead Ari-
zona wanderer. There could be little
doubt that the poor fellow who wore it
had blessed that glorious face many
and many time.
One wear later by rare stroke of