St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-02-18

PURE

thieves! There isn't gentleman among
'em. There isn't one L don't lOathe and
hate-and would grind under my heel
elsewhere. Pm gentleman. TOm.-
yes. by God! Ian officer and gentle
man! I've served my country in the
Ninth cavalry. That cub of West Point
s KNOWS it and despises me, seeing me
knows i'll recommended him for his
first stripes for all he taunts me,d-n
timp'
"COme! wake up!" said the sheriff,
harshly. The prisoner did not heed him;
tile sheriff shook him roughly so roughly
that the majors waistcOat and shirt
dragged open ana disclosed his fine silk
undershirt, deIlcately worked and en-
broidered with golden thread. At the
sight of this abased and faded magnifi-
cence the Sheritf's hand was stayed; his
eve wandered over the sleeping form
before hun. Yes, the hair was dyed.
too; NEAR the roots it was quite white and
grlZZled; the pOmatum was coming Off
the pointed mOuStache and imperial 1.-The
race In that light was very haggard; the
lines from the angle Of the nostrii and
mouth were like deep half-healed
gashes. The major was, without doubt,
prematurely worn and played out.
The sheriff's persistent eyes, however.
oSNihSo " CHCSU WHoL ll0 IuuGT Ilduu
could not The sleeping man stirred,
awoke to full consciousness. and sat
up.
Are they here? I'm ready" he said
calmly.
No" said the sheriff. deliberately. 81
only woke We to Say that I've been
thinkln' over what you asked of me.
and II we get to Sacramento all right,
why I'll do it and give We that day and
night at your old lodgings"
THANK YOU"
The major reached out his hand the
Sheriff hesitated, and then extended his
own. The hands of the two men elapsed
for the first, and it would seem the last
time.
For the ''cub of West Point" was, like
most cubs, irritable when thwarted. And
having been baked of his prey, the de-
serter, and possibly chatfed by his COM
rades for his prOfitless invasion of Wynn
yards Bar, he had persuaded his COM
handing officer to give him permission
ABOUT that at dawn, filing along the
ridge, on the outskirts OF the fire, his
heart was gladdened by the sight of the
half breed, with his hanging hammock
belt and tattered army tunic, evidently
still fugitive, not a hundred yards
away on the other side of the belt of fire,
running down the hill with another
ragged figure at his side. The com.
mand to halt" was enforced by
single rifle shot over the fugitives'
heads-but they still kept on their
right. Then the boy officer snatched
a carbine from one Of his men. a volley
Hang out from the little troop the shots
OF the privates mercifully nigh. those
or the officer and sergeant Ieveled with
wounded pride and full of deliberate
purpose. The half-breed fell, so did his
companion, and, rolling over together,
both lay still.
But between the hunters and their
FALLEN quarry roared the cheval de frise
OF lame and fallen timber, impossible to
cross. The young officer hesitated,
shrugged his shoulders, wheeled his
men. and left the fire to correct any
1rreg ularity in his action.
5 1t did not, however, change contem-
poraneous history. For week later,
when Wynvard's Bar discovered Mai.
OverstOne lying beside the man now
recognized by them as the disguised
sheriff OF SiskiyOu, they rejoiced at this
unfailing evidence of their lost leaders,
unequalled proves. That he ha dagain
killed sheriff and fought whole posse,
yielding only with his life, was never
doubted, and kept his memory green in
Slerran chronicles long after Vineyards
Bar had itself become memory.
THE END.