Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1899-05-25

"Nelly Carney, thot was, OF moost
hurry my wurrd as olive Tim Blake
in NEE place down in the yard. Olive
some wurrd of John Conover from a
dirthy Chinee thot olive befriended
once or twice. He told me, Nelly Car.
ney. thot John has med his foined at
last, an thot three ov the worst min in
San Francisco are to be afther not
only he's taken alriddy, but it will be
MS life for his claim out there beyant.
Nelly Conover had risen. All the
fine lady dropped from her. She ran
to Fergus and caught his hand.
Fergus, Fergus, ye're friend, in
deed! Come away with me to John.
Get Tim, Denny and Jerry and one OF
the other boys we can depend on
There's plenty of money. We will go
faster than any one. Oh, Fergus,
help me. for old-times sake
We've no time thin to loose" quoth
Fergus. For that gang is away three
hours too. Be ready whin come wis0
the b'ys.'
An hour or two later Nelly was
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to kiss Kathleen. she had dressed her
self in her coarse mountain; clothing
again. The next train north bore the
Irishmen and Nelly to the little sta
ton where she had decided to get off.
1t was by a short cut, rough and
dangerous, that Nelly made up her
mind to lead her followers. 1t was
one by which John Conover used to
secretly transport his gold. Several
times she had tramped with him up
and down the pass. She calculated
that she could arrive an hour or two
after the attacking party if they push
ed forward all night. A terrible en-
ergy posed Nelly. Her eyes shone
with terror and anxiety. Could they
reach John in time? AS she plunged
onward in the dark she registered a
VOW never to leave John Conover
again if his life was spared.
Toward dawn the party were il.
sight Of Toby's creek. Nelly pointed
with shaking at the hut near the
| mountain side. There was light in
the cabin. The party crept Up stealth
lily. Nelly crawled on her hands and
| knees to the back window. The sight
within froze her blood. John Conover
was tied and bound before the fire
until he was perfectly helpless. Three
men were torturing him, Indian fash
ion, by applying burning sticks to his
feet. He would not sign away his
claim.
Nelly drew back one second and Fer
gus took her place. A settled gray
look came into the face Of the big
switchman. He motioned the next
man and all drew their pistols. Fer
gus crept to the door, motioning Mel
ly to shelter herself. There was sud-
den crash-in Of the door, three shots
and dash at the window. Nelly fir
ed the pistol that she held straight
into the face of the man who came
| first
| John Conover was always bad.
ly crippled man. He lad expected no
succor, but he knew Nelly we'll enough
to think she would never relinquish
the claim only over his own signature,
hardly then. He had resigned himself
| " VIC lActC Slle u11SuI nave d
1t was snatch from the grave for
| him.
Everyone knows the Conovers on
| the two continents The claim was
one of the three best in California.
Kathleen was such fabulous heiress
she could have married dozen titles,
but she choose plain American. She
had young, half brother, who,
strange as it may seem, was called
| Fergus from the start. He was IA
nous athlete in an eastern college in
the '7Os and married and English girl
of family. Nelly Conover, lovely,
white-haired old lady, may often be
seen in the picture galleries and pleas
ure gardens of continental cities, walk
ing beside the wheel chair of a genial
old gentleman. She kept her vow. No
| time since that awful hour on the
mountain side has she been absent
from John Conover's side.