Arizona silver belt., 1894-04-21

"back firing" waiting for night to fsl
 before they descended upon the little cab
 in to wreak their bloodthirsty instinct
 upon its inhabitants.
 Beulah now proposed that Katherin, should go up and put down the laddet
 for her to climb out into more comfort
 able quarters.
 Seems like done beat out by all di
 yer catwampin, an Fse jes' a-pining fel cup O tea, honey. De waters yere al handy an I'll jes' take few cobs iron de stable fer fire, an itll be read, quick'n ye can bat yer eye"
 But, alasl in the first movement that [ she made Beulah overturned the pail and once on terra frma the difficulty grew more pressing They must hay, something to eat, for it was past mid afternoon and they had had nothing since breakfast.
 "Pm not afraid Give me the pail, , said Katherine boldly, and started on a swift run toward the spring.
 At the top of the ridge she paused q moment, and seeing nothing ran on. But the moment she took another steu she knew by the light covering of ashes that the heaviest of the fire had not passed over the ground, and it must have been backfred. While she paused. uncertain what to do, fearful yell sounded close to her ear. and burly In- dian, hideous in warpaint and feathers. grasped her from behind, leaped into his saddle and with another yell to his pony rode away like the wind, followed by his band.
 Fatigued with the excitement of the day, Katherine, strong and brave as she was, succumbed to the sensations of deadly terror that possessed her. She made no sound, for fear choked the shrieks upon her lips. She made no re- sistance, but, white and helpless with fright, she felt herself dragged with bru. tai force to the pony's back and borne with incredible swiftness across the prairie. Sick with deadly faintness, she sank into insensibilty.
 When she regained consciousness she was in au Indian camp. There were loud, hoarse shouts and savage yeils as rife balls whistled through the air. The po- nies of the Indians, tethered close by, rugged and tore at their fastenings. There were shrill cries of dismay from the squaws and wsrwhoops from the braves as they hurried about in vain at. tempts at defense from sudden sur prise,
 Then voice called, We've got 'em this timer and Katherine was wide awake now, for in those tones she recog- nized . voice, loved always, but never so welcome as now--the voice of her dear father.
 "One night more and they would have escaped us,' said Mir Gardner. as he held Katherine in his arms, trembling and sobbing, and oh, how happyi And If we'd taken the north trail instead of the south on our way to town we shouldn't have met the troops who were in pursuit of the wretches. As it was we turned back under their escort, and when found that my brave girl had been carried off captive | rode on with the soldiers. Thank God, my child, hnd you safeI
 Katherine IS woman now, with chil- dren of her own to whom she sometimes tells this true story of the Sioux uprising of 1872.
 But, mamma cries little Bruce, whose eyes and hair are 60 like those of the baby brother she remembers Do well, though he has slept under the waving grass in the prairie cemetery these many years; but, mamma. why didn't you fight back! And with these words the incipent warrior nestles sleepily in her arms, to dream of impossible Indian fights in which he is the chief actor Montreal Star.