The San Francisco call., 1897-11-07

Harley entered, asking If he addressed
Mr.. and Mrs. Germaine. The two girls
were behind. THAT is my name," said
the Old gentleman.
Then l have brought you home your
two daughters, with General MackenZie's
mpliments," said Harley, pushing the
girls forward. All were stunned except
the gallant scout, who quietly withdrew,
closing the door on the pathetic scene.
The parent kiss, the words of mother
love, the outstanding bath, the touch of
female fineries of civilized attire produced
reaction so swift and positive that the
girls refused to join their iberator at din.
ner. They laid awake, in tears. all night,
and again In the morning declined to
arise 20 say farewell, when the brave
scout. with 800 miles OF dangerous back
track, was about to depart.
They feel so ashamed and disgraced,"
explained the grateful mother. land they
think you will always remember them as
they were, SO they can't bear to see you
again. But you come" she added, lead
ing the way. 81 will take you to them"
1t was no use. The two girls buried
their he ads in the bedclothes, though
they were gracious enough to extend each
hand for good-by grasp. Here is a
mystery of the female heart and con-
science that only woman can solve.
Tom Fisher was treacherously shot
through both legs at Bracket by ruffian
named Mulhall. Fisher was the hand.
soonest man and the finest pistol-shot on
the Texas frontier. After receiving the
two wounds. while leaning on his left
elbow he put six bullets into his fleeing
assailant.
When Fisher recovered consciousness
at the camp hospital his first question
was. "How's Mulhall. ,doctor?" Don't
worry was the cheering response. HE
couldn't digest the six ounces of lead you
put into him."
Then l am ready to die," said Fisher.
and never spoke again until he recovered
from the effect Of the opiates administered
10 him and found his left leg had been
amputated. While calmly assuring the
surgeon that he would kill him in the
event that he ever got out of bed for thus
mutilating him, Fisher fell back and
gasped his last.
All track of Jack Comfort, the hero of
the Tule Canyon sandhiIl affair, is lost.
Comfort was the prodigy who took it into
his head one day to make trial of what
one man could do against Gordon of
Comanches, for the Tule Canyon campwas
surrounded.
His deadly experiment was in evidence
before the eyeseof the whole camp, though
for time it was very mystifying. Afar
on the sand dunes a swarm of Indians
could be seen approaching with apparent
caution. as if ignorant of the precise point
of danger.
Then puff of smoke, an empty saddle,
a scampering back of the Indians, and
the echo finally of car bine. shot.
Another advance, another puff in a new
place, another empty saddle-retreat. In
this manner eight Indians had been slain,
when Mackenzie ordered reconnoiter in
force.
The Indians fell back as the troops ad-
yanced, and at length Jack Comfort was
discovered balIed up in the sand. He had
simply rolled from one point to another,
between the going and coming of the In
dians. whom he never let get nearer than
200 yards, thus impressing them that
plan was on foot TO draw them into am
bush.
ooh, but wouldn't like to see old Jack
again." and two brawny hands came to-
gether with whack suggestive of a stun
ming slap on the back and an old-time iron
grip.