The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-05-29

into a GREATNESS, half ecstatic trance
living over every moment of the stolen
interview-feeling the fugitive's arm
still around her, his kisses on her lips.
hearing his whispered voice in her ears
the birth of her new lifei This was
followed again by a period of agonizing
dread-that he might even then be
lying, ebbing his life away, in the woods
! with her name on his lips, and she rest
| ing here inactive-until she half started
from her bed to go to his succor. And
this went on until pale opal glow
came into the sky, followed by still
paier pink on the summit of the white
Sierras, when she rose and hurriedly
began to dress. Still so sanguine was
her hope of meeting him that she
/ fingered yet a moment to select the
brown holland skirt and yellow sun
bonnet she had worn when she first saw
him. And she had only seen him twice.
Only twicei It would be cruel, too
cruel-not to see him again.
She creDt softly down the stairs, lis
tening to the long drawn breathing of
her father in his bedroom, and then, by
the light of gutterinS candle, ScraW ed
Il note to him, begging him not TO trust
himself out of the house until she re-
turned from her search, and, leaving the
note open on the table, swiftly ran out
into the growing day.
Clay awoke to the sound OF loud knock
ing. At first this forced itself upon his
consciousness as his daughters regular
morning summons, and was responded
to by a grunt of recognition and a
nesting closer in the blankets. Then ne
awoke with start and muttered
oath, remembering the events of last
night, and his intention to get up early
and rolled out of bed. Becoming
aware by this time that the knocking
was at the outer door, and hearing the
shout of a familiar voice, he hastily
pulled on his boots, his jean trousers,
and, fastening a single susDender over
his shoulder as he clattere1 down stairs,
stood in the lower room. The door was
open, and waiting upon the threshold
was his old kinsman-an old ally In
many a blood feud-Breckenridge Clay.
1You are a cool one, Mad" said the
latter, in half-admiring Indignation.
Whats uD?" said the bewildered
Madison.
You ought to be, and scootin out o.
this" said Breckenridge, grimly. It's
all very we'll to know aothin', but
here's Phil Larrabee's friends hev just
picked him up, drilled through with
slugs and deader nor crow. and now
they're lettin' loose Larrabee's two half
brothers on you And you must go Ike
a id fool and leave these yer thiags
behind you in the bresh, he went on,
ENORMOUSLY, lifting Madison Clay's dust
coat. hat and shotgun from his horse,
which stood saddled at the door Luck
lily / picked them up in the woods COM
in here. Ye amt got more than time
to get over the state line and among
your folks that afore they'll be down
on you. Hustle, old man. What are
you gawkin' an starin' att"
Madison Clay had stared amazed ana
bewildered-horror-s stricken. The incl
dents of the past night for the first
time flashed upon him clearly-hope-
lesslyl The shot, his finding Saiomy
Jane alone in the woods, her confusion
and anxiety to rid herself of him, the
disappearance of the shotgun, and now
this new discovery of the taking of his
hat and coat for a disguise! She hid
killed Paul Larrabee in that disguise,
after provoking his first harmless shot
She. his own child, Salomy Jane. had
disgraced herself by mans crims-had
disgraced him by usurping his right,
and taking a mean advantage, by de-
ceit, of foei
Gimme that gun" he said, hoarsely.
Breckenridge handed him the gun in
wonder and slowly gathering suspicion.
Madison examined nipple and muzzle;
one barrel had been discharged: it was
true The gun dropped from his hand.
--aLook here, old man." said Brecken-
ridge, with a darkening face, there's
bin no foul play here. Thar's been no
hiring of men, no deputy TO do this job.
You did it fair and square-yourself?'
Yes, by Cod" burst out Madison
Clay. in a hoarse voice. Who says
didn't?"
treasured, yet believing that Mad.
ison Clay had nerved himself for the
act by an overdraft of whisky, which
had affected his memory, Breckenridge
said, CURLY: Then wake up and lite
out, eff you want me to stand by
you
Go to the corral and pick me out
boss" said Madison, slowly, yet not
without a certain dignity of manner.
I've suthin' to say to Salomy Jane
afore CO." He was holding her scrib-