The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-03-10

iVSS i"Dc VI Np'tui lcdNlHp n clOud oil
dust i'm their wake.
IL was the next day after this oc-
currence that Joe Langdon stood
lcaning against the trunk Of a huge
tree, Just beyond the limits Of Blaze
away, absorbed i'm thought.
He was alone, and he could scarce
~ have looked o pale and hay
gard If he had just risen from a long.
wasting illness.
II don't know what ails me, onless
I'm goin' starin' mad" he muttered
to himself. II didn't think il 'ud
strike me all Of a heap TO know that
she loved some other man, but that's
Jest what it's done-blame my skin if
ii amt! I'm blowed if / understand
myself at all. It's the fust time |
was ever k~erfiummixed by "a woman,
an ] reckon reckon it'll be-the
last"
He made IA movement as if TO wiring
his hands, but seemed to check the
impulse, as if he were ashamed OF his
weakness.
Joe Langdon, you're a blamed
fool! - he said, unconsciously speak
ing aloud. you've got the brass Of
"a rOad-agent to 90 fallin' i'm love with
"A fine lady like Laura Pembroke. But
how can IA man help it. She amt
like other fine ladies. She makes a
Teller forget that he's nothin' but "a
rough cuss; an she couldn't talk any
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, ch?" interrupted a
sneering voice. If that is the case,
il is time you were being taught a
lesson 80
Joe looked up with n start Charley
Brantlcy 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 OF
your persistent attention TO her dur
ing my absence. And you think you
can't bear to see her go away from
here. That is bad, truly
"Wait Il minute, Mr.. Brantlcy,"
said Joe, his voice husky. You
have hccrd what | was foolish enough
TO say out loud, an there's no use in
my denyin' il now. | do love Miss
Pembroke, but ! didn't intend to let
her know it, nor you. | know she
amt for me; | know she's to be
your wife
And knowing that, you have the
impudcnce TO tell me that you love
her-yOu, a low, miserable specimen
Of humanity, too ignorant TO realize
your own audacity,' cried Brantley,
his temper getting the better Of him.
"Iou'rc IA scoundrel, sir-a dog"
''StOp,' If Joe Langdon's face
was pale before, it was CHASTITY now.
stop he repeated, and his voice
was terrible from its very calmness.
''Th.ro amt but one man ON earth
that can call me scch namcs as that,
an liyc-an' you're that man. But
you mustn't do it ag'in, sir-by the
Eternal you mustn't do ii ag'in, it's
her love for you that saves you
now
You threaten me, do your cried
Brantlcy, i'm II white heat Of passion.
You threaten me-
Whatever was in his mind to say,
it remained unsaid, for at that in
Joe Langdon sprang upon him
with the quickness Of thought, and
bore him heavily to the ground.
The attack was so sudden and an
expected that Brantley was not pre-
pared for it, but with Il furious curse
he struggled TO his feet and drew his
revolver.
He was about TO fire when no heard
II woman's scream, II mans shout,
and II strong hand seized his arm and
held it.
Drop that p%istol!' cried Il stern
voice. you wouldn't shoot II man
he's down.
What had happened? What did it
Was hat Joe Langdon lying
the ground with an arrow CULVER
ing in his side? Was that Laura
Pembroke knceling beside the pros
trate miner? Was this Mr.. Penn
broke who had graspcd his arm and
wrenchod the pistol from his hand?
Charley Brantlcy realized these
things gradually, like Il mar 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. "lou told me TO save him, an
I've done il. seed that wretch,
Whisky Tom, lurkin' behind the
bushes yonder, with his boy drawn
and an arrow p'inted nj Brantley. |
knowod what il 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. GOod-bye: don't cry for