The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1895-01-10
How the Painted Rocks at the Match
eeZ Gap Derived their Name.
Wild Ride On Christmas Night Back in the 7os What
Became of Two Young LoversA tabreed His Treachery
The Haunted Canyon Still has Terrors for the Timid
Belated Yakima Pedestrian.

bargain willy nilly," 30 far a. the
young klootchman was concerned.
But, away down in the heart Of this
Indian Don Juan, mighty revolt was
forming. Even that half OF his precious
carcass devoted to his mothers nature
had long since cried out against his null
tiplicity of Indian maiden conquests, and
! it was variety his whole being crsved.
And why not? He had many acres of
pasture land and grain, many head OF
hardy cayuses and much cattle. He was
feared by every man in the valley save
land he scowled as be confessed it to
himselO Jack Munroe-snd he would
take good care that shouldn't trouble him
long. Arrows fly swift and all unseen by
night, and rifle cracks but indistinctly
over cherries, moonlit plain. That
part of it was easy; but how about Bess
Never mind! Old Edson's pockets were
always empty, his elbow ever crooking
over the Churchill bar. He was "easy
game" and the willy hslf-breed began
to put his plan into practice.
Truth to tell, Edison fell all too easily
from feeble remonstrance into intoxica-
ted and oblivious acquiescence. Bess
was always "dootyful," Bess "loved her
derned old dad" And if she Wouldn't
agree, if she preferred a husband OF her
own choosing. why, G. her, I'll show
her," quoth he; and so it was all ar
ranged.
Great hand!" calculated Cherokee
jim, as he leaned over Jacks shoulder
and watched the deal which won for his
sworn protector neat little shifting heap
of yellow dust. Churchill took his eyes
off Edison and Umtuch for moment to
note the play, then ambled back to the
heavy bar to set out long-necked jug
for the thirsty crowd who fastened to
''liquidate" at Jacks expense. Umtuch
motioned to vacant key, near table,
and Edison followed his example as the
half-breed seated himself. That sack OF
gold dust blistered the old mans pockets
the fire of bad whisky burned in his
veins. What though Umtuch was an in
veterate winner at draw; hadn't he him
self many time raked high stakes from
the center of the table VIXEN the toughest
sports of the great northwest had been
his opponents
"Hyar, Jack Munroe," he called
where's your sand? Me an the Injun
aire lookin' for gore does you wsnt any ?"
Jack fell indifferently into the play.
Truth was, he was not himself that night.
Visions of quiet home over on the
banks of the Columbia, with dark
haired girl to cook his game and call him
Dear old boy" as she had only that AZ
ternoon, when she had promised--and
here the big-heartsd fellow smiled ten
derby. vowing all sorts OF wild things, in
GLIDING wealth untold. to "Bess, my
girl" Indeed, he would probably have
dreamed on indefinitely, had not lusty
kick which forced him to rub his. injured
shin brought him to realization of his
surroundings and made him aware that
the hand the hslf-breed had dealt him
was fairly working Cherokee into an sg-
ony OF fear lest he shouldn't play it.
Play? He didn't have to. Every deal
brought him luck, every hand won q
''pot." And why shouldn't they? He
must win at all times now; for Bess had
told him--and off he would go again
into perfect ecstacy of air-castle building.
AS for Cherokee, he watched the game
like an eagle watches her young. He
saw Jacks indifference, yet couldn't &C.
count for it. Never, since the day he had
helped in bis foolhsrdy way to dash into
band of bowling redskins with Jack
and party OF miners, to rescue what
were only the dead bodies of three women
and two men (tenderfeet) when the
smouldering campfire was reached, had
he seen his companion so quiet. There
were tears in Jacks eyes when they bur-
led those women hot tears, that trickled
into the burning sand scooped from the
level OF the Yakima PLAIN as the bodies
were lowered. There were no tears now,
Cherokee told himself; but he could not
understand what "msde 'em so watsry-
like" as he termed the humidity which,
in spite of himself, would creep between
the cards in Jacks hand and his usually
steel-cold, blue eyes. This sort OF thing
couldn't last forever. Cherokee thought
and it did not.
| Just how it happened Cherokee never
knew. He saw Jack "face" his hand,
reach for the money and pull it toward
him after spiritlsss play; he heard the
quick, kissing exclamation: Damn
| white man cheat!" He saw Jack leap
to his feet, heard sharp report-and fell
the full weight of his friends body as il
| fell across his shoulders, while skurryine
footsteps edged toward the door and .