The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1895-10-07
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sea into fOaml But il would, at least
give bem little OF rest; they would b'
stronger Tor the struggle that must last
until- for them-the earthly end OF sl
thing'. 1t was as WELL too, that the lit
tie valley they had selected for my final
! scene on the worlds stage should be IN
| fell view of those for whom was to~die,
40 we'll that my end should be an object
lesson for their information. They could
/ not help me, for the place selected was
| welt beyond rifle shot, and TO attempt
my rescue would be suicidal snticipa-
! tion of theinevitable--a premature throw
| lag away OF the last possibility left 70
! nearly complete hopelessness. But, they
had good glasses; 1 knew they would
! watch every detail OF the devilish deed. IL
/ would help them little longer 10 the
] work when their time was narrowing
down 10 minutes TO seconds; II would
cost the savage foe another life or two
II would insure IN the cases OF Millie
Davis and the other women, certainty
OF simple, unqualified death.
They tied me 10 the stake. They piled
the fagots about me. A group of privil-
eyed ones, led by the creature j mem
toned a little time ago, began mad
dance about me, torches in their hands.
| shut my lips tightly. i prayed silently.
/ waited. column of dust was rising
beyond the ridgei 1t was hurrying,
huuyingl Some telated ssvages, doubt
less, unwilling to be- cheated out of the
show set for their friends in the valley.
The dust column climbed the ridge II
reached the summit. And-was 1 going
madY or was there line OF galloping
blue in the dust2 The soldiers--rhe SOL
diers were comingl The wagon train
was saved-ssvedl And i was so glad
almost forgot the deep personal interest /
had IN the situation. But the soldiers
were charging straight for me, and tall
horseman who wore no uniform was rid
In. Ill 4. L.
The estlma BILE savage to whom i have
referred sprang forward, torch in hand,
to fire the wood piled about me. And the
horseman rose in his stirrups, raised his
rifle TO his shoulder, fred. and the atten-
tive individual went down like a log,
shot straight through the brain.
A rifle was aimed at me-fired-and the
bullet went rods wide OF its mark. The
horseman had risen in his stirrups again.
lie had fired his own rife a second time,
and my intending assassin had a hole
through his heart. The horseman saved
me, in that running fight, half dozen
times. He covered himself with glory,
proved himself a hero, and then went
down, killed by skulking loiterer, when
the battle was over and the foe, with
here and there an exception, either dead
or in flight.
IN fiction / suppose Tige Black would
have skipped out TO the aid of the savages.
six years before, would have brought the
soldiers to save me. But this Is story
OF the Indian as he was and is-not as we
might idly say he ought to be! Deal life
plays havoc with the theories OF romance.
When looked into the dead face of the
savage who had persistently tried TO burn
me, knew him-and understood the ges-
lures in which he had motioned to head
and leg and arm. He was the upgrateful
brute to whom l had given life when
circumstances had dictated death.
NV son-Millie's and mine-is as mild
hammered fellow as you have ever
known. But, when he is asked what his
second name Is, what the II stands for,
his eyes flush and his hands clinch. He
has heard me tell, so often, the story OF
the man who really rode to the fort-the
man who rode so far in advance Of the
rescue line as to save another and make
himself martyr-that his proudest mo-
ment Is when he answers to the mystifi-
cation OF some stranger, "My second
name 10 Tigel"
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