The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-12-17

| cursed and said everything mean I
could, but it was of no avail. TIL
go away when you don't know
it'll run away I said at last.
her calm reply. Well, to make a
long story short, I have tried to run
away. sneak away, lock her up, have
her arrested and every possible scheme
and plan that my brain can devise to
get rid of her, butt don't do any good.
I sneak off and go to another place,
making use Of every artifice to cover
my trail, but I'm no sooner in another
place than she comes in at an unex-
pected time, calm, stolid, without anger
and without a smile. You go away;
leave me; no tell me come; why?'
that's her greeting, and she at once
sets to work to put things to rights.
How in the world she follows me is
more than I can understand, but she
does it. I beat her once-mercilessly,
outrageously, but I'll never do that
again, no, never: such a look of pa
tient pleading and longing and protest
as that woman gave me as I rained
down the blows on her, I'll never for
get. No, never again will I beat her. I
can tell you, my friend, that for every
blow dealt her I have suffered tor
lures from my conscience"
Again Jenkins lapsed for a mo-
ment, as IL thinking of the beating, but
soon he looked up with brighter face.
We'll, two years ago + gave up the
task. 1t beats me. Every effort has
been a failure. I try to rid myself of
my troubles in drink and carousing
now. She follows me about like a dog,
as YOU have seen. Everytim I go out
she's Just that same distance behind
me. That's the reason / don't go out
during the day. At night she dogs my
steps as well, but I manage to come
here, and sometimes go to the saloon
where you first saw me, without at
tracing much attention, but she is al
ways within hearing. She does it for
fear will run away again, but think
l Will give it up and submit to the IN
eVitable. Perhaps 1 shall marry her
and settle down here or in some other
God forsaken place, and let my people
think Tn dead. That's my story. It
isn't much of tale, but the repulsive
feeling that comes over me when I
think OF openly acknowledging her as
my wife is something frightful."
With that Jenkins rose from his
seat and walked out of the office with
out another word. I sat for a long
time musing about the matter. but
finally gave up the problem in despair
and went to bed.
Things went along smoothly for a
couple of weeks. Jenkins continued his
visits. but neither of US reverted again
~ IiS SUBJECT winch was clearly dis
tress1ng to him.. One day a. trader in
tobacco, handkerchiefs and little knick-
knacks-a peddler--cane to town. He
had young woman with him, his
daughter. The girl was about 20 years
old and beautiful. The old man and
the girl dropped into the telegraph Of
fee one night while Jenkins was there.
1t was as plain as the nose on your
face that Jenkins handsome clean-cut
face had at once found its wav
to the girls heart. and Jenkins
was equally smitten. In fact, he
told me so. That was the begin
ming. Jenkins seemed to lose a
great deal of his fear concerning the
Indian woman and even went so far
as TO openly walk the streets with the
peddler's daughter Maybe Jenkins
knew 1t, and maybe he didn't, but it is
a fact that he never moved a hundred
PAGES from his little cabin but that the
shadow was in his wake. Jenkins, ac-
tuated by the deep love which he bore
for the girl, grew desperately bold. fie
was now nearly always in his sweet
hearts company. and the girl was
equally wrapped up in him. jenkins
visits to the office grew infrequent, and
when he did come the girl was with
hiro. But knew that just outside the