Arizona republican., 1901-02-25

torn by harasslng indecision. Than morbid 'fancits grew within him. He thought he was being followed by Jack. When rtGing midst towering pines he would turn suddenly. feeling sure Jack was tracking him. with his nerves all unstrung and the cold sweat sta fting. Every cracking twig and rolli,g peb- ble affirmed these morbid suspicious
 At the end of the week he could stand no more. He decided to ride to the county seat and make his confess sin and sue for Jacks liberation This was not liberty. Far better to live in a cell of iron than a hell of conscience.
 He started the next morning, and rode furiously for miles. Then his tired steed dropped into walk and ne into dreams. He was unconscious of time and place. After a long time he looked up and wondered vaguely at half familiar signs. What Could it be pos sible? Was this the entrance to Catar- act Canon? Then he was nowhere near Jack and the jail! Why. wonder was Vahatha's hons,
 Electric Nttle thrills uuickened the pulse and delighted the heart He had pNNH lii Hhi SoNoiN Sp FsilS. Ilt lPI!Sltu this reprieve He shook himself and smiled. The fates were evidently with him, but for what purpose? Would he go on?
 He went on.
 He lay down on the rim of the preci- pice and looked ever. Vahatha was seated at the foot of the ladder. An old ldfan woman sat by her side. They were talking, and their voices were raised to offset the song of the Catar- act.
 The squaw's coarse hair hung un- vexed by coil or braid. A t-Jthless smile doubled the creases in her face as she looked at the fair white girl VaAatha wondered if her skin would ever be s1 coarse and leathery. Before she knew Jack she had looked forward to age with unruffled serenity. but now she dreaded somewhat the remote robber.
 'NeOlgc tell me. what do you think of men?"
 Me think so all bad, all very bad. Girl young. heap plltty all same fawn. then Injun killum Injun all time for you. H,ap ugly they no slvvy you 'tall-mght's well be dead"
 Did any one ever fight for you?"
 Huh! Huh! Long time n-w heap fight plenty Me heap laugh"
 The recollection seemed to be vastly amusing for sne hil her wrinkled o.d face between her knees and shook.
 But white msn don't act that way"
 70. they all same. Long time go ma marry white soldier two months. White man all same Injun-coicr makum no difference tall Both all same fox, heap slipprm up soft, heap lie sweet little while. then creepum up close an eatum u2 quick an then laugh"
 Why does the Great Spirit make bad men to hurt good 0Dmen?"
 Great Spirit he heap savvy plcnty, he heap smart. He makum big tree fliet then he makum li,tle vine. He makum sly snake. then he makum llt- 'tls bird. He makum big fish, then he makum little fish or maybe so big fish heap hungry Big man he all same big dog. heap growl. heap bark, heap fight. But squaw have heap s-cd time. top. She all same flea, she makum scratch all time. Great Spirit heap savvy squaw; he givum little brain out givum long tongue. Squaw tongue all same knife, heap stab, heap cut, heap stick She nice sweet, no harm tall, no fight. She stay home an she say, ole man, why you lazy? Me think so you fraid. Me no llkum frald man; me likum brave Squaw talk all time that way. Then buck he git mad. he fight, kill somebody heap bad all time; squaw she heap good, nJ do nothin' tall"
 She laughed heartily at her whlmsi- cal philosophy
 'Sqraw heap too good, but she lkum bad man heap plenty"
 Vahatha moved uneasily and looked around She felt intrusion. Jim quietly descended.
 Good n'-rning. sweetheart"
 She leaped to her feet and blOomed rapturously. Ths old crone slipped away.
 So you degned to call again. l thought, may be, your Royal Highness regretted the acquaintance" she said smilngly. "TJ wha. Gi-' We eve the honor of this visjt?"
 Perhaps to your incomparable Ciid'Hls. Iernaie,-- ana ne neSltated slightly, "to cur evil genius"
 ''I wont believe that Love is an an- tldote for evil"
 Whats tha.?' demanded Jim, eag- erly.
 Why. you frleiptenel me. What ails you?"
 Do you mean 1t? Is love q panaoea for sln?"
 Il hardly know what you mean, Juck. dear. Of couI.e carnal love-love be- tween man and wOnan-is not the herb all heal. Nothing but Chrlst-lov and faith can cure past sin. but don't see how one could sin at all when filled With such love as ours. I feel like sing ing all the time"
 She looked frankly into his eyes. He felt ahrill of goodness.
 What a serious little preacher you are"
 Life is serious, Jack"
 There you are mistaken. my dear Life is joke" He was growing reck- less again. He was a creature of inn pulses and must be very good or very lad.
 Why, Jack. what gralted such an uncanny caprice on you?"
 Tt is no caprice, I assure you. Na- ture is the master juggler. She de- lichts in mysts sries-the world is a