Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1895-07-09

RraSpeu the sugnt IUrm Hruiy, tncu
"Back, Dicky, backr' - and Dick,
wheeling like lightning, was running
like an antelope, despite his double load,
down the canyon.
How silly we are" calculated Mrs.
Harlan as they reached the top Of one OF
the hills back near the canyons mouth,
| and Bendixon released her. II think
you retryling to frighten me. Really
Hush - said her companion solemn
ly. "Do you hear thatG"
The rocks Of the canyon echoed low,
terrible roar, now loud, now more SUBJ
dued, rs the great body Of water found
narrow or wide passage. 1t came
rapidly nearer. Mrs. Harlan, alive now
to the possible danger she had escaped,
sat with ears and eyes alert wondering
how long
Just then her horse came in sight.
turning bend quarter Of milo
above, racing for his life, and behind
him, not 100 yards, came rolling,
tumbling wall Of water 40 feet high.
Tensely they watched the unequal race,
but not for long. In few seconds the
food overlook the poor animal, and
presently. shapeless mass, he was roll
ed by them in the torrent, along with
all the rocks and debris at the forefront
of the watery avalanche.
Now" began Bendixon, "you
SEE
But his companion did not see. She
was crying.
1t was too much for Bendixon. In a
second he was beside her, his arms were
about her, and she finished her cry on
his shoulder. And that afternoon they
told their stories 10 each other-just
enough for each 10 know that the other
had suffered-as. the woman awkward
ly sitting sidewise on Dick, and the
man walking beside, they Went back TO
the Wheatley place together.
"Some duck gives it out e me" said
Dan, the bartender, to one Of Bendix-
on's men who dropped in one quiet
evening. "th't Boston's got riv'l over
e Wheatleys.
Boston's men We're loyal. and this one
merely gave the bartender an inquisi-
tive look.
"Ya-as," continued Dan, setting up
the whisky bottle, II gifts it straight
th't this bloke is tn same one th't her
an 'er oil man splits up on, an th't she's
go'n { marry i'm soon's she gifts er de-
vorce "
Mr.. Bendixon's cowhand merely
vouchsafed noncommitally, "Th' hell'
and went out TO where his cayuse was
tied. mentally resolving. however. to
learn more about the matter.
Boston had met the distinguished
looking stranger two or three times, bu;
tonight he noticed, or thought he no
ticed, for the first time a certain CON
straint in the manner Of bis sweetheart
toward himself, and vague. wonder
ing jealousy took possession Of him
Who was this fellow Bement anyway
this gray haired, blase man Of the
world: What was he doing at the
wheatleys? He had not thought to ASK
-rathcr ne had had no opportunity.
1t was late when he started home
ward and began wondering over these
things, and there came u sudden pang
us he remembered that he had not had
chance TO say his lover IS good night O.
Bertha
"She might have made an opportuni-
ty," he said 10 himself Then, sudden
" halting Dick: Poor little girl! She
has 10 be careful, Of course. That fellow
may. be her--that is, Harlan + lawyer.
And wondering why he had not thoagh
Of this before he wheeled d Ok and r,'.-
quietly back toward 80 r.. -.
would see tie lieh; =. 80 y..ioS.
least
He saw his arm atoat Lc.--,lat -,
Dement'S BE could see thea! p!a ~
they walked slowly toward him-!.ii.
her dupe, who was supposed - be nca:
" home by low. They came directly on
They would pass close by the ciump .
brush where he and his horse Were con
cealed. He beard the woman say:
"How shocked Cousin Matte and
Horace VIII be when they find we're
gone! And Bendixon-poor fellow. he'll
be awfully cut up! He's tried to make
it so pleasant for me this summer.
A rush Of horses hoofs-a whirring,
sinuous something that clasped them
both-and frightened, frantic pony,
with frenzied rider, dashed across the
valley and up a rocky canyon, dragging at
the end of !. llriat Il squirming, scream
ing mass, whose cries were soon stilled.
Let 'em go!" said old man Wheatley,
who rode over 10 camp next morning TO
see if he could get any trace Of the sup
posed fugitives. Good radiance, says,
when we finds her note this mornin, but
why'n thunder didn't they take no bag
gage, IN why d they go afoot? Iwouldn't
u keered f'r couple O. hosses. "
In little mining camp in New Mex
leo the landlord of the hotel pointed
out TO me dirty, detected looking
specimen Of the genus bum. THAT there
feller's got hist'ry. Few years back e
had good ranch up country piece an
was we'll fixed. Well. he got stuck on a
grass widder th't was stayin with one
o. tn neighbors, an / reckon they had
it all fixed up when along comes a sho
star lookin jay firm back east, IN him
an tn grass widder turns up missin-
Ever body thought they'd skipped, but
Their bodies-what was left Of EN-
was found in OIL d'serted shaft few
months later An Boston he h amt nev
er ben right sence. He's tried r;lnchil
an minin an gamblin, but 1t don't do
no good. Poor OF Boston! He's sho
'nough all time loser. Lester ketch-
um in San Francisco Argonaut.
Mr. Dana on the Bible.