Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1895-12-11

to one another and engaged to be mar
ried before week was over.
She was a noble girl, no manner Of
complaint or exclamation Of impatience
passing her lips throughout the term Of
our joint trial She seemed to scorn pri-
walton, defy hardship, dare every danger
and thrive, even revel, on fatigue. She
toughened visibly under the stress Of
that rough life, with all the vitality Of
her vigorous constitution. As she
marched over the boundless waste Of
barren land, hour after hour and day
after day, she brought to my mind, in
her ripe suppleness and rich splendor Of
physique, the image Of q Pocahontas
and Pharaoh's daughter rolled into
ono Such was her Indian and Israelit-
ish inheritance.
At the eleventh hour Of our wander
ings, when we had dined dry on the
roots Of gramma grass which we had
picked, and at a moment when be-
ieved that it was all up with us In this
world, Pouchee suddenly jumped to her
feet and pointed off in a westerly direc-
ton.
"See there" she whispered hoarsely,
There, therel 1t is the dust thrown up
by horses feet. know what it is.
Rouse yourself, Robert. Oh, God, this
strain is killing him"
Thought her head had been turned
with the sufferings Of hunger and thirst
she had undergone and was stricken
dumb with agony Of mind; but, glanc-
ing in the direction Pouchee indicated,
I clearly discerned little cloud Of dust
rising upward in the air.
LET us hurry on" cried.
Tottering forward, supported by the
tireless arm of my companion, pressed
along until we were enabled to distin-
guish the growing outlines Of a caval-
cade. I know not how long a time it
occupied to reach the cortege. only
know that I was rallied from sort Of
stupor by hearing Pouchee shout and re-
ceiving hail Of joy and gladness from
distance.
Are they Indians2" I whispered,
clutching at my knife.
mo Indians about Them" cried Pou-
chez gloefully. "They ride as only white
men do. Bear up, Robert; they are
here"
Some horsemen galloped up. felt a
whisky flask put to my lips, while a
swarthy little chap, with blue black
beard and wearing spectacles, grabbed
my affianced to his broadcloth bosom,
singing out vociferously, Pouch, my
jewel, thank the God of Abraham, I find
You safel''.
dad" she sang out Justify, I'm all
right It is this young gentleman who
is nearly done for. The dear, brave fell
low, he has saved my life We're en-
gagged"
There was 9 pause.
II see how it is" said Jacob Blumen.
thai, pulling her by the ear. II know
how it is myself. I've been there What
the young mans name, my dear?"
! Robert Vincent" she replied, with
downoast eyes.
where's he from, my dear?"
"From New York, father"
"Tell your father how much money
he's got -
"Ihaven t rap, +" said coming bold
" to the front.
Every we'll" said the old gentleman,
with funny chuckle. IT see you are
master here. You are boss Of this job.
Tell the truth and shame the devil. Do
you want my girl?"
81 do, with all my soul" I cried in
ecstasy.
"I'll sell the hussy cheap" said the
playful old fellow, land pay a big bonus
down to boot. Holy Moses I feared I
had lost her. I'm glad to get her back
on any terms. You brought her home to
me, my son. But take me up quick, or I
may change my mind. Oh, you little
tramp" turning to his daughter, lain t
you ashamed of YOURSELF"
Three hearty cheers resounded from
the surrounding group of mounted men,
and, for the first time looking in their
faces, was more than thunderstorm to
recognize the beaming countenances of
my old friends, Maberly and Colorado
Charley, who instantly rode forward and
clasped me warmly by the hand-and
honest hands had both-in order to con-
graduate me upon my happiness, while
Sleuth, our bloodhound, sprang up and
licked my face.
To cut the story short, may tersely
state that both brave follows had been
wounded and captured by a rowing band
of Comanches, those Arabs Of America,
whom Seth Abelson, maddened by
Pouchee's marked indifference to his
suit, had instigated to that night attack
upon our camp. Having met while
struggling away in search Of game a
wandering warrior Of that wicked tribe,
he had induced him to influence his
chief to sack the camp, with the design
that he himself should kidnap the only
daughter Of the wealthiest man in Santa
Fe and thus eventually obtain, perhaps,
possession Of his money, However, sum-
mary retribution overlook the traitor,
for he was subsequently murdered by
the Comanche chief for the sake Of the
gold which he was carrying about him
| in his belt