Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-08-23

contrivance for real service, the modern
sidesaddle, her eyes winking painfully
with the white, hot glare, while her
face smarted with sunburn, the land
scape began to appear maddeningly
monotonous. Mile after mile was the
same grass grown, half obliterated line
of road, relentlessly unchanging.
She had fancied that she must find
the way somewhat familiar, but on and
on she went, over one rise Of ground
after another, with always the same vast
sea of unchanging grays and browns,
with never an object which stood out in
distinct reminder Of that other drive
when Paul Brown had brought her to
meet the carriage from the ranch. Here
and there wheel marks crossed the road
at different angles, leading she could
not guess whittier. She was sure she had
not seen 30 many on that other day. Any
one of them might be the way she ought
to 20 for aught she could tell, although
she kept to the vague line upon which
she had started with sort of blind de-
spair, even while graduallya conviction
that she had, after all, missed her way
was growing in her mind. 1t began to
seem at last as if some unoanny spell
had been cast upon her and she were
doomed to an endless race, with the black
blotch of shadow ever lying still upon
the ground beside her, mocking her with
the fancy that her progress was all q
delusion; that in reality she was not 90.
ing on at ALL And yet she could not go
back. She must struggle on to whatever
result might be. She could not turn
back-to him, stricken down in her
servicel She could not turn back until
she had done her utmost, even though
she perished in that vast world of empti-
ness where even the cattle now seemed
turned to stone.
But, as if her prayer in truth had
reached the listening ear Of heaven, she
could not have kept more unswervingly
to the direct route toward her goal nor
have made better time upon her mis-
sion. It was but little after l o'clock
when, exhausted to the utmost limit Of
her strength, as it seemed, she dismount-
ed before the last gate Of Cameron's
ranch, her limbs so cramped and stiff
ened that she could not mount again
She tottered rather than walked across
the bridge and down to the house, where
the cook, frying pan in hand, stood
staring in the door.
"Mr. Blythe-can I see him?" she
asked, leaning heavily against the horse
for support.
Eyes, ma'am. He's just over at the
barn. Come right in, ma'am, or" fal-
tering, with a frightened glance over
his shoulder at the disorder growing out
of a dinner half cleared away, "just
wait minute, and I'll so call him "
The horse pulled impatiently, and
Edith, comprehending his need, wearily
followed his lead on to the watering
trough by the windmill, where he fell
to drinking greedily. With reviving
hope in having thus carried her purpose
to partial success, she was full Of fever
ish anxiety to have all done. Mr..
Blythe presently issued from the barn,
for once appearing almost animated.
with the lively curiosity that quickened
his footsteps, and leaving the horse to
drink to safety, the girl, with painful
effort, hurried forward to meet him
She briefly explained the situation,
wasting no words in superfuous cere.
mony of greeting. "And can you send
somebody to Hereford City to telegraph
to Cheyenne for the doctor?" she breath
lessly demanded. II am too much used
up to go myself 1t has been long ride
for me. )"
Paul Brown bitten by rattle
snakel" he slowly repeated, seemingly
too much dazed with surprise to grasp
the statement fully. "How the-er-
that is, how on earth did it happen?
An is he goin to pull through?"
Edith stamped her foot in vehement
impatience IF you would send man
at once, please, and let me explain aft
erward. So much time has been lost al
ready"
"Sure enough. But can telephone,
you know" Blythe comfortably return
ed, in nowise rufled 1--WE have con-
nection with Mr.. Cameron's office in
Cheyenne, an I'll call him right up.
Lots quicker than wire from Hereford
City, you see," he added, with, his
wooden grin. Here, you, John, come
an take the lady's horse. An you, miss,
come in an have bite of sonthin. You
must be nigh about starved" "
"You can telephone-ah, thank heav-
enp' cried the girl, tears Of nervous re-
lief coursing down her cheeks. "And
how soon can we get doctor here"
"Oh, within two hours, if his horse
is worth a-er-that is, if his horse is
any good at ALL I'll have fresh horses
ready to snake you through i'll no time
the minute the pill peddler shows up.
Just make yourself easy, miss, " throw
ing open the door Of the room she had
occupied when there before. Don't
worry. 'Twon't be our fault if the Lord
don't give poor Brown a show for his
white alley yet" Edith threw herself
in the easy chair with grateful sense
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