Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1898-04-27
A Fallen Idol.
fContinued from last week.
BY A. s. DUANE.


gram asking me to stay at home that
evening. It was from Jack Morrow.
1t proved to be very different Jack
Morrow from the blithe, gay, happy
young giant who had come to me
year ago, asking my congratulations
upon his coming marriage. 1t was a
serious, grave faced man, with lines
about his eyes, and no happiness in
his face.
He sat down and told me all the
story. He blamed himself a great
deal that he had not made sure his
claims were right before he contested
the other mans. He had been hasty,
and in the heat of the fight had shot
to kill. He felt like soldier, how
ever, not murderer.
But saddest to him was the fact that
Mary Amory had turned from him
with horror.
1 can't blame her. She's an angel,
he said, his voice heavy with grief.
She sees blood on my hands. A wo-
man can't understand; at least an
Eastern woman who has never known
anything of the rudeness, and give
and take, of the West. She says she
will always be my friend, and by
Heaven! 1 will be true to her. My
life shall be such that she shall see
that 1 was only hot-headed, impru-
dent boy, not bad man.
1 WANTED to snap my fingers and say
"That for Mary Amory! Little she
cared for your killing one man or
twenty. 1t is your lost fortune that
has taken her 1ove-a11 she had to give
you after her infatuation with Bella
my Groves"
But held my tongue. He was rid
of her, and after saw him sit there
and look at her picture with tears in
his eyes, hadn't a word to say.
Jack went off to South America, and
was gone five years, hardly seeing an
American newspaper, or even a word
of English, in all that time, He came
back to America with comfortab le
little fortune, and true to his instincts,
went back to Arizona to invest it in a
mine that Sailor had written him
would make them both millionaires.
Unlike the ma ority of such promises
this one came true. The mine began
to be heard of, and was sending out
thousands of dollars worth of ore a
month. Jack wrote me to come out
and see it, and offered to let me have
some stock, and 1 packed my bags
and started off for Tombstone.
The southern Arizona winters are
charming. The air is like wine up on
the Tombstone plateau that lies shut
in, an area about twenty miles square,
five thousand feet above the sea level.
Every day the brilliant blue sky is
overhead, and the sunshine covers
everything. The theatrically perfect
Dragon Mountains face you to the
north, and the jagged Whetstones in
the west, looking through the crystal
distance.
AS l a1ighted from the Guaymas
train, with its car load of cowboys in
big hats and chaparajas Mexican
women with the rebosa wrapped about
their heads, and United States soldiers
on their way to the fort, my hand was
grasped by a big, sunburned man,
heavier and handsomer than the Jack
Morrow 1 had known, but with the
same cordial, strong, and satisfying
hand clasp. He had a big Mexican
hat on his head, and was dressed in a
worn suit of close fitting corduroy,
that became him wonderfully. His
face was grave. He had come to be a
man of affairs and duties and respon-
sibilities-a man who had wrested
success from defeat, and knew his own
powers.
He took me across the pine platform
where the train had left me, and
brought me around the little saloon
that encountered the other side, and
which was ornamented by two drunk
en- Mexicans, to a very smart ta1Iyho
coach. On the top seat sat two elderly
gentlemen, of sedate and highly re-
spectacle demeanor, and the very
slightest departure from the conven-
tional garb of the city business man.
On the box, holding the four lines
deity, was the very prettiest and jol-
Hest looking of Dung girls.
was introduced to Miss Malcolm
and her father, and to Mr.. Albrecht.
My traps were put inside, and 1 was
given back seat with the two gen
tlemen, while Jack mounted beside
Miss Malcolm, and seemed to be Civ
| ing her careful directions about her
driving, and to exult in her skill.
Be careful, Jenny, her father called
out. We may be willing to risk our
necks to further your education, but
Mr.. Dean may not be so handy with
his.
1 discovered in the seven miles
drive that Mr.. Malcolm was a part
owner in the New Monarch, Jacks
great mine, and Mr.. Albrecht was his
brother-in- law from San Francisco.
Jenny was the only child of dead