The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1897-02-27

know, and that no human agency is re-
sponsible-that is, primarily, Do you
get the idea? 1t takes all kinds of peo-
pie to make world, and each must oc-
cupy the sphere for which he was des-
tined, and he can't help it, have
thought for years that no one in your
position ever cared toto better her
condition, you know. But, Willie, If
you ever have the chance l want you to
bust my theory, and show the world
that there is one of you who wants to
be something different, after all, II L
set out, too, I'll help you do it. Is it
go"
80 help me, God" said the repentant
one, solemnly, and they shook hands
again.
1t was in that interval between dark
ness and dawn. In a few moments they
saw the sky above them redden with
the tints of the sunrise, and very short
ly the cavern was we'll lighted from the
opening above. Objects in the chamber
could be discerned now, and Kimball
saw, with a throb of his heart, that one
of the horses was missing. 1t was inn
possible for 1t to have passed him at the
carefully the walls all around, and pres
emily behind a huge rock, he found
what seemed to be another exit,
through which, a lighted match showed
him, the horse had passed. He felt his
way slowly along this, and within
twenty feet came in sight of daylight.
shining across the mouth of an opening
in the south side of the mountain.
Calling to Willie to follow him with the
other horse, he hurried to the caves
mouth. Before him lay the brown des-
ert, and only a short distance away
stood the missing horse, placidly licking
the scanty dew from a rock.
1t must have been about noon when
they halted to give their tired, heated
horses a brief rest before pushing for
ward to Tucson, which was now but
three hours hard ride distant. They
dismounted, without thought of dan
ger to get the benefit of the shelter of
group of rocks, and had turned one of
the horses loose, knowing that it would
not stray far from its mate. 1t had
|ambled down the slope a short distance,
and searched quietly about for a stray
spear of grass, when, with a shrill cry
of pain, It suddenly threw up it's head
and dashed madly toward where its
mate stood Something dangled from
its nose for moment, and was then
shaken off. Kimball saw it, and his
face blanched as he ran forward and
caught the horse, which had stopped
and was shaking it's head frantically.
"Rattlesnake!' he grasped. Get up,
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out of this poor devil
For three or four miles they pounded
along in silence, the wounded horse,
which Kimball was riding, becoming
more and more distressed until, finally,
it halted and lay down, grooming pitt
fully. Kimball left ii where it lay and
hurried along to walk beside Willie's
horse, holding by its name to increase
his speed, He had just begun TO tell
her that she had better hurry on alone,
and that he would follow as best he
could, when a brown figure, fitting
from one rock to another, on the hill
side above him, caught his none-too-ob-
servant eye. He looked sharply at the
same place and saw another skulking
figure run lightly down to a point about
voice was steady as he asked, hurriedly
Got your gun, Willie? Well, you'll
need it, maybe. Save shot for your
self, if-they're all around us right now
For Gods sake, Willie, get help as quick
as you can! Go, girl, and don't for
get!"
II won't!"
Two or three rifle shots followed the
girl as she galloped, white-faced, out of
range, and Kimbalrs heart sickened
with the fear that she might have been
struck but she held her seat firmly,
and he breathed more freely as he took
to the rocks.
When the rescuing party, a few hours
later, came to the place where Badger
Willie had left Kimball, they found no
sign of him, so they hurried on to help
Latham and the three miners, two Of
whom were badly wounded, but still
alive, But in the morning they found
him. He lay behind a rock shot to
pieces and scalped All around him the
ground was strewn with empty cart
ridges which showed what kind of a
| fight he had made against long odds.
There she goes again, the dam hye-
MAJ! growled Uncle Hank Barr from
his post on the beer keg in front of Bill
Aliens. Why, th'--don't some public
spiruted gent kill her up lot? It'd be
a deed O mercy to a long soft rim en-
unity, it would"
And he scowled disgustedly at tall
handsome, t1ashly-dressed female who
was just then picking her way daintily
across the street toward the OK Res
taurant
THAT there woman has split more
good fellers, rooned more lives an
broke up more families thin any other
dern she critter in this we're part o. TIL
country, she has, an she ought t. git tn
run, that's what. An they hain't no
let-up to 'er, none at all. Ye'd think,
sence that time she got Wylie Kimball
skelped an most lost 'er own wavin
tresses, she'd brace up a few, she was
that bad scairt, but"
who was this fellow?" Uncle
Hank" some one asked.
Hank told the story.
$50 she didn't brace up, after alp"
remarked one auditor, musingly, when
the veteran COW puncher had concluded.
The old man turned on his questioner
with jerk.
Didn't jes' say" he snorted, "th't
she's wuss'n ever. ''-Argonaut.