The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1901-10-24

| Jug, uttic ucurcr than his horse"
And OF Antony Vaughan no word OF
token came. The lands and home
which had been his fathers for SOC
years, were sold TO strangers; and
Eleanor's heart lost it's last hone
that OF seeing him again. Time
which cares for none of these tbinps
went on MS " there were no break.
ing hearts, no ruined lives. and change
and chance made and marred the hap.
pincss OF millions whom he swept be-
fore him to their long home. I had
only been spectator in this little
drama, and had simply watched 10
IN That calm, complaisant way In
which we do watch sorrows that in
no way affect us. But. strangely
enough, the last net of IL was played
out In my presence. and was COM
PEELED by circumstances and sym-
pathy to become one OF the drnmatis
personae. And thus IL happened.
i was up among the mountains Of
the Colorado river In Texas. and our
party, charmed by the exquisite seem
cry and strange and beautiful fora,
wandered out of the proper trail.
Sunset found us far from any human
habitstion, except little log-cabn
in the crevice of the hills half mile
below us. We supposed IL to he the
home OF some freed negro, and des-
cended to seek temporary rest and
refreshment. purposipg, as soon rs the
moon arose. to continue our way to
the little village. not over ten miles
distant. The door was opened to
receive us before we reached il,
and the splendid looking fellow lean
ing on his gun within its shadow
was Antony Vaughan. knew him nt
once: every change was only an add
cd grace; he was ten times hand
soiner than when ! saw him last,
laughing and hallooing. head and
shoulders higher than any squire who
rode to cover in all the glens and
gladcs of Snowdon. lie gave MS
broiled venison, strong coffee and hot |
hoc-cakes, and n welcome which added |
no little zcst to his hospitable provi- |
sion. After supper. when n couple of |
pipes had sootbed and auieted our
noisy mirth, I Intentionally called |
him by his name. lie dropped his |
pipe In nmazemcnt. and looked the
question he could not ask. Then !
told him who was. and spoke of the
dear old town among the Wcstmore-
land mountains. When bearded |
men weep, they need the ministry of
angels; no human sympathy can
reach such sorrow, and so wns silent
nhtii ne had conquered his emotion.
he asked OF every ones welfare be-
iore We mentioned Eleanor. and then
ms voice was cold and Indifferent;
but MS eyes confradicicd his tongue.
ana his tongue belicd his heart.
told him of all her cold. empty. neg
lecied life. her faded beauty and her
'ist'ess' unhappy ways. And after
moments silence, during which he li>-
eraiiy trembled with feeling. he NUT
tered: Oniy Just! n life for life!
ohiy Just! ANA yet. poor thing"
ANA thcn he rose hastily, and calling
MS dogs-of which Mt least dozen
were lying around-hc left the hut.
ostensibiy To look after our horses.
During the next year we spent
much time together, and I soon felt
Tor him an affection passing the love
of woman" He was indeed the idol
Of large section of country, and the
leader In all hunting and Indian cx.
petitions; for tn these Ishmaclitcs of
the frontier his very name had be-
rome terror. Far as the eye could