Arizona republican., 1901-02-25


 TO yu believe in God and yu ar al right when in His keeping, but the boys and gurls has all Married an left me now, and i am like n cle hen with q Family of ducklins. Kant yu com Hom jack. mi Toy. pray for yu evry our an thank God fer givin me such boy. Never du nothin yu kant tel God an yur mother. Jack, an then if don't se yu on earth i sure will up wonder. This is mi first letter an feel as proud as a sch7ol gurl don't yu? Good by an dort fOreit yur mother. Yur loving mother Hannah Harper"
 Az he sat there blinking back the tears and kissing the dear writing. as madly as ever love-slck swain his first love letter, he was electrified by a ter rife peal He stood and glanced ap- prehensively up the gorge. There seemed to be something moving. or was it but a cloud If dust? Shading his eyes ne pierced the thickening atmos- phere. After moments inspection he ran quickly over the rocks and perched on a lofty boulder fifty feet or more up the side of the canon wall.
 Its a rran, sure" he said aloud to himself. His horse must be running away, or-is he pursued? He must be or he would not take such foolhariy risks over the rocky trail. If his horse stumbles or slips he is a dead man. An there goes his hat He seems to be alone; Isee no followers. But hold-what what is it I see behind him? It rolls and losses and plunges like a monster tide. Good God it is-it is--it is a xNss, ,t..s ;c t.. putt, See it seethe and curl and luroh "a wall fifty feet high! O. it gans-no the man is creeping ahead--no. it sure ly gains! It will overtake him in five minutes! God! how it strikes and snaps it's teethl It is mad with rage. O, how can he be saved? I see no hHpei An. the horse staggers! It is down. No. my eyes blur so-my God it fallsl It is up again, and the man still clings, What a brave rider, He sees me. He waves his hand, My God. My God, It is he-Jim."
 His trembling hand stops making shade for his eyes and seeks a handker- chief which it draws furtively across his perspiring brow. He shakes like a palsied man, and his lips move with out making a sound. His face is pale as death-ghastly livd. There seems to be a mighty inward struggle. Is the red thought returning.
 From his height he has nothing to fear; he is safe. The wall of water will scrape the rock a foot below.
 My God!' he groanel. why do you try me so? It is more than man can bear, He is my enemy! He has stolen love and left the skeleton of despair in it's stead. l gave him my friendship and he drowned it in a sea of infamy. l took a viper to my heart and when it was warmed it stung me to the death. What wouldst thou? Thinkst thou tse cross a greater crucifixion than this Thou vast a God, with god-like at tributes. Thou vast jeered and scoffed and mocked. Thy friends fled from thee in thy dark hour like jackals be- fore the monday sun, but thou neve: loved. No dear wOmans love ever en- twined its kinkling tendrils around thine! No-but see the avenger! How it reaches after the fleeing mite, Hah! it laps the panting steed's foaming Hanks, How it smacks it's watery itchy lips. Kill him, God! kill. himl-- he is unfit to live! His perfldious crime has made him more loathsJme than the trailing serpent. And yet and yet-my God! how unfit to die, Lose the blood hounds of thy wrath, O. just God. and tear him to invisible shreds.-O, God, what do I say, O, I am mad. spare him, spare him. I plead with thee, Father in Heaven, on pended knee I plead for this-ths wretched man. She loves him, Lord. Let me die rather than that sine would weep a tear of SJg'row. She loves him, see? That makes all the difference. Her love is pure as an angels, and is sufficient to make his scarlet sins as White as driven snow. O. l pray thee, let him live and take me! Let me be the living sacrifice ii thou requirest one. O. vengeful God make me the scapesIat,-the blood atonement-what you wih'-but spare him.-Give him time for repent5nce-give him time.--O, thine ears are deaf-fly powerful right hand has lost it's cunning.-see the .l5oi reach-and clutch--and grab! it has hi1-he is down.-no. he rises down he goes-what a cruel biow-ah. he is up-he-runs-he-he is gone. My. God. He is gone And Vahatha!
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