The Wichita daily eagle., 1894-01-27
FOR
PILES
BURNS
SORE
EYES
WOUNDS
SORES
Headache
AND
ALL.
PAIN

Ing in the woods at the FOOT OF the
mountain?'
Fan strained her ears in vain for a
moment and then triumphantly ex-
claimed:
'Oh. do. I dor
Fan" said, impressively, ''those
villains have a den up in the noun
tain!''
No sooner were the words out than,
seized by vague terror. we took to
our heels and ran as though legion of
horse-thieves were in hot pursuit.
We reached the kitchen quite breath
less, with hardly pea left in our pan.
and it was some minutes before we
could communicate our intelligence.
On hearing it, Miss Elizabeth Haywood
Immediately recollected that, as she
was drawing water at the we'll few
hours before, she had smelled smoke
and burnt flesh.
Miss Jennie skeptically remarked
that it was probably the breakfast
cooking. But she was indignantly
squelched and reminded that we had
breakfasted on boiled eggs and toast.
Yes, indeed; that burnt flesh" just
confirmed our surmise We could talk
of nothing else, and impatiently await
ed the return of Ed, who had repaired
to the store, the Delphi of the commun-
ity, to consult with Mr.. Peters, the pro-
prietor-a man Of deep wisdom, whose
oracular judgments and predictions
were needed with Difference that
would have honored Apollo himself
BY this time every one of us had
heard the cattle lowing on the noun
tain: all had shifted the air with such
success that even skeptical Miss Jennie
acknowledged that she scented burnt
flesh" (what supported the theory that
horse thieves had a preference for burnt
viands am unable to state We had
settled it beyond doubt that the dark
character of last night was one of an
organized gang who were probably
camping in some cave on the mountain:
this one had been sent out TO forage for
provisions t
What pity the detecting society"
had wasted that money sending to Phil.
adelphia, when the sly rascals were
hiding right under our noses until the
should die down!
Of course that was DIR. Andrews
chestnut he was riding. In fact, the
only point of disagreement was the
COW, Miss Jennie obstinately insisting
that it belonged to Deacon Brown,
while the rest of us were sure it was
the property of Farmer Jones. will
acknowledge that I felt good deal
elated at being the first one to hear the
mooing, and / fancied Fan rather en-
We'd me the distinction. Still, will
say in sef-justifcation that tried not
to feel too much puffed up.
At last Ed returned. He listened to
our accounts with complacent smile
of superiority and then deliberately
crushed our neat little fiction with
few barefaced facts that he had learned
from Mr.. Peters, who had them straight
from Deac on Brown.
1t had happened that Miss Deacon
Brown had had company to tea last
night, and among other unusual lux
uries she had made some delicious cof-
fee. The deacon had indulged pretty
freely in the beverage, and, unused to
the stimulant at that hour, it was into
the night ere natures soft nurse
closed his weary eyes While restless
ly tossing and turning, he suddenly
heard his collie start up, growing and
barking with unwonted ferocity He
arose and peered through the shutters
Just in time to see man on horseback
disappear behind his barn. That was
enough. Softly calling to his son, the
,wo stole out. armed with horse
pistol and shotgun, and secreted
themselves in the deep shadow of the
fence.
Presently a cow issued from the gate
way, Carlo swapping at her heels, fol-
owed by the man and horse. The dea-
on sprang forward, caught the
tartled horse by the bride. and, point
ng the pistol at the man. sternly de-
handed who he was and where he was
-oing at that time of night Muttering
ome uncharitable hopes concerning the
utlre abiding place of the inhabitants
# the peaceful valley, the man sullen-
y told his brief tale.
The priest at W had purchased |
ne cow in New York and had hired |
i'm to bring it up on the night boat |
nd drive it home. And he, guileless |
nan, knowing nothing of the per- /
urbed state of the countryside, had /
t+ampted ~ &aIo a5vaptara of >ra 4
Moonlight and deliver her that night. /
lie ended with weary sigh, adding
hat this was the tenth time he had /
cen challenged since ne had left the /
oat, and asking how far he had to |
ravel
The deacon, who had listened sym
stified tn. rep-oving .oice /
conscience, as out of commiseration 1
DR. the feelings of the hapless cow
river he willfully computed the seven
ood miles TO be, wal. bout six an 1
alf" Then. loosing his hold of the
ridle. he had allowed him to proceed
a his harassed way, calling after him
ae comforting assurance that 1T
a mt so very fur when you vas prutty
igh there
Strange to say. after learning these
lcidents. our nostrils were no longer |
Tended with the odor OF burnt flesh:
e heard no more lowing on the noun !
lin, and grew so magnanirtous that
would willingly have given Fan all
lie credit of having heard the. frs.