The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1896-04-10
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BY HENRY HERMAN.
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.l md Lucy was there. How we'll he
N y ssmemlered her now. How well he
"a emembeEed that sun-bonnet and that
& lomeay gown. He remembered how
If - neaft had gone out to that pretty
- aat drst sight. He remembered
ow he had said a few dainty moth.
TO the girl, and had ridden away
q 0.0untainward. Where had he ridden
Here the picture became con-
FUSED again, and memory declined to
1erve9 him.
ss5t.4 De walked up and down his room,
IS 9nm With the soft air bathing his face
"a necAme more composed. He made
" y mother effort. Fred Ashland appear
20 him, dressed in q mixture of the
ND IN which he had seen him only
lss1 annfk back, and Of that in use among
u ~ moi ntaineers. 1t was Fred Ash
IA 80 and 1t was not Fred Ashland
NJ b. was something perpleXing about
81 manand Fred Ashland received
d NM cheerlay, and told him that he had
gold, and that he required his
MI On II sudden. the remembrance of
y lclSeI. Gul ILlClt III uls
md Mashed across his mind, and the
Scsnc stood revealed to him, distinct
clear.
ls5ssss e3reat heavens!' he cried, "that's
81 Ashland! Dicla Ashland! Dick
i 1ntAnd! The man who has never
III IT. heard of again-the man who
"a the gold--the brother and the
s 81 image Of that man who came to
l the other day"
ae sank into his arm chair an.l sat
H ere stOnfly, tapping the tioor with
!SH'l foot But Lucy's face CLEANED
III lin III the blut. twilight. aud he re-
s tl,ered that, in a few moments, he
81 ito shlke her hand. to assure him
sSs 1sagatn Ut her kindly sympathy, of
III l6Es iDyn.
1e e1pectatio soothed his anxiety
lhet him hopeful and bright. He
9lted, u as he thought. for al hour or
and then he thought another
hour parsed. Sir William had prom
t1at he should sec Lucy that
alghts and Lucy had not yet come.
Ike last CLEANS of day had sunk in
= 1Q1d OF amber light behind the tree
ton4 ma night had settled over the
1cee with soft and pearly blues. Her.
baWas still thinking of the woman
- 3Oyed, and. who loved him so well,
Nt1n the door of his room opened
+ 1ees3essly. and-yes. there was Lucy,
14hing out both her hands to him,
1 a1t,e q little paler and little sad
when he had last seen it,, but
e LIS lovely and as sweet as ever.
ere was the warmth of surprising
about their mutual greeting. and
Y I Q few moments they stood looking
into each others eyes, while a silent
Is tear ran down Lucy's face.
ss Hut he had SO much. to tell her. He
II STeW warm upon the subject of his
81 0eWly-recOvered faculty. and she list
ii A9eg1Nith every word. He was so glad
a tube able to tell her all he remem-
II B oered, his .boyish history, his days at
school and afterward and he wan
43ered on to his rovings on the prairics.
s IMCyS face became paler yet. and
N 6uShed awe trembled OIL her brow.
He told her all that he remembered
@ bout their first meeting. and about his
n acounter with Dick Ashland. Sud-
enty d look Of horror crept over his
h g1eatures. He started up. as from Il
dream, and stared at the girl
no nat in front of him.
Ny Gody he exclaimed. "it's come
backt 10 me! It's come back to me! 1t
Twas David Maclane who murdered
Dick Ashland, and he who tried to
murder mev'
He rose, writing his arms in the air,
md, with staring eyes, he retreated a
tep or two.
II can see him ms If it were now" he
added, in nervous rapidity. Il can
Zee him in the moonlight. / am lying
there, and Dick Ashland is lying there"
sHe pointed with outstretched fingers
to two distinct places on the carpet.
We2were both sllOt-tllOse fiends the
faGaAnes, have shot us from the gulch
d above. can see David Maclane
E4Mfng big knife across Dick Ash
AMd'4 throat, and the blood is squirting
I'll over him as he kneels, an fire at
hound from where I lie; and he
eunes running toward me and grips
by the throat and takes my pistol
Om me and beats me with it on the
savagely, furiously. And hear
toman's voice crying Stop! stopv
can see you, Lucy-you. Lucy
raining down the gulch side!"
S@ElSe hot tears were streaming over
face. His breath heaved as If in
IOcating agony, and his hands quiv-
q by his side.
efyucy had risen, also. and was stand
~ there, like white statue Of des-
fwringing her hands in voiceless,
E3e1sI torture.
Gazed at her long and intently,
ring his breath In vain efforts to
At last he clutched his hair
cried:
ss's Dnr father and your cousin muir
Dick Ashland-and you-you
VA my life.''
fell down on his knees and
f1 Seed himself to where she stood,
covered her cold hand with kisses.
angel Of angels! Why did I
nOWs ere: this what I owe to you?
NdO / remember 1t only now?"
hen tho picture of that fearful
. WIS completed, and he had not
her from him in disgust as the
inter- OF an assassin; when he
Or1ly found words of praise,