Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1894-03-29

nicer to the President himself than
she does to me. / don't know what
I've been thinking Of all this time
amt fit to be mentioned in the same
day with her. ] can't bear to think
of her going away"
"You can't, chr" interrupted 9
sneering voice. If that is the case
it is time you were being taught {
lessoni II
Joe looked up with start. Charley
Brantley stood before him, tall and
handsome, with an angry CLEAN in
his black eyes.
The miner felt himself growing
weak to think he had committed the
browning folly of betraying his secret
to this man.
$50 you are in love with Laura
Pembroke, continued Brantley, with
cutting sarcasm. II have heard oil
your persistent attention to her dur.
ing my absence. And you think you
can't bear to see her 90 away from
here. That Is bad, truly"
wait minute, Mr.. Brantley, %
said Joe, his voice husky. "You
have heerd what 1 was foolish enough
to say out loud, an there's no use in
my denyin' it now. / do love Miss
Pembroke, but / didn't intend to let
her know 1t, nor you. / know she
amt for me; know she's to be
your wife,"
"And knowing that. you have the
impudence to tell me that you love
her-you, low, miserable specimen
OF humanity, too ignorant to realize
your own audacityl" cried Brantley,
his temper getting the better of him.
YOU'RE scoundrel, sra dog"
"StopW II Joe Langdon's facs
was pale before, it was CHASTITY now.
"Stopl" he repeated, and his voice
was terrible from its very calmness.
"There amt but one man on earth
that can call me sech names as that,
an live-an' you're that man. But
you mustn't do it ag'in, sir-by the
Eternal you mustn't do it ag'in, it's
only her love for you that saves you
now"
"You threaten me, do your" cried
Brantley, in white heat of passion.
"You threaten me"
it remained unsaid, for at that in
slant Joe Langdon sprang upon him
with the quickness of thought. and
bore him heavily to the ground.
The attack was 80 sudden and un-
expected that Brantley was not pre-
pared for it, but with furious curse
he struggled to his feet and drew his
revolver.
He was about to fire when he heard
a woman's scream, u mans shout,
and strong hand seized his arm and
held it.
Drop that pistol" cried stern
voice. You wouldn't shoot man
VIII en- he's down."
What had happenedf What did it
Was that Joe Langdon lying
on tne ground with an arrow quiver-
Ing In his side? Was that Laura
Pembroke kneeling beside the pros
trate miner? Was this Mr.. Penn
broke who had grasped his arm and
the pistol from his hand?
Charley Brehtley realized these
things gradually, like a man waking
from a nightmare.
"You told me to save him, Miss
Pembroke" said Joe, family, as the
weeping girl lifted his head to her
lap. 'You told me to save him, an
I've done it. l seed that wretch,
Tom, lurkin' behind the
bushes yonder, with his bow drawn
and an arrow p'inted at Brantley. l
knowed what it meant, an knowed
Tom never missed his aim, so IL
jumped onto Brantley and pushed
him out O. the way, an took the ar
row myself. Goodbye; don't cry for
me. I'm glad it turned out this way.
I hope you'll be happy. Goodbye
goodbye"
And Joe Langdon was dead.
1t was merely an episode; and
after handful of citizens had run
the murderer down and hung him to
the nearest tree, after the fashion OF
Western justice, the event was not
long remembered.
But there were two who never for
got-Mr. and Mrs. Brantley.