The Irish standard., 1901-12-14
The Trouble on the Torolito.
By FRANCIS LYNDE.
Copyright, I'm, b. Yr.ncl. Lynd..)
By FRANCIS lYNDH.


working beautifully without me just
now; settlers holding indignation
meetings in the schoolhouse, where
asing and resolving, and everybody
mad enough to fight at the drop Of
the hat. My part has been to pour
oil on the troubled waters; not too
much oil, you know, but just enough
to keep somebody from killing some
body else; and promise you I've had
my hands full. One pot-shot from be-
hind bowlder just now would spoil
the whole conspiracy"
'Is anyone likely to fire it?" I
asked.
Macpherson wagged his head dubi-
ously.
There are plenty of itching trig-
ger-fngers hereabouts just now, and
one of them is going to crook itself
some dark night if Wykamp doesn't
have spasm of common sense. What
do you suppose he's up to now?"
I made the sign of acknowledge;
and Macpherson drew his chair
nearer and lowered his voice in def
erence to the Dionysian-ear quail
ties of the loosely built house.
"You know his attitude toward
toward Winnie-Miss Sanborn? Well,
he changed it in day; came here
two OF three times and tried to see
her, and when she wouldn't he be-
gan on the girl-Selter's daughter.
don't know how far it has gone, but
far enough to make family row,
with the father and mother on one
side and the girl on the other. OF
course, Nan believes in him and
stands up for him; but Jake knows,
and loads his rifle accordingly"
"'Therell be MURDER" ventured.
''I'm afraid of it. And at this time
1t would be most confoundedly in
opportune. The news of the fight
with the land company has gone
abroad in the county and the state,
and public sentiment is with the set
tiers. But if one of them should for
get himself and happen to kill the
land company's chief engineer-well
you see what would happen; public
sentiment would take the other side
in the turning of leaf"
"Assuredly. Can't you bring the
girl to her senses?'
Macpherson grinned. give already
burned my fingers in that fire
burned them rather badly. You
haven't forgotten about the pony and
the riding-lessons, have you?"
"No."
"And, besides, have a funeral of
my own and can't furnish MOURN
ers for Wykamp's. I'd much rather
furnish the corpse"
Silence, for the space Of full min
ute. and then say: "You haven't
found out anything more?"
mot a syllable. I've been respect
ing her prohibition as much as
could, feeling as I do, and coming
here every night. We meet and
speak and pass, and that's all there
10 to 1t. But I've seen and heard
enough to make me feel murderous;
she fairly shudders at the mere men,
ton of his name."
II wonder what he did to her?"
II don't know; but I'm beginning
to suspect that Nan does. lift it's
anything-anything bad"-thc words
came hard-"it would be like the
fiend to boast of it to another
woman"
"You mustn't Jump at conclusions,
else it will be your itching trigger
finger instead of Settlers. Why do
you think Nan knows?"
II can't tell; it's in the air. I've
caught her looking ut Winifred in
a way-but don't make me talk about
it-don't make me talk about any,
thing. Turn over and go to sleep, or
shall go away"
was too weak to withstand him,
and. truly, sleep was again knock
ing at the door. But when the door
was opened and closed again, .
dream came between and I saw Wy
kamp directing the work on q dam
in precipitous canyon-saw him
and wondered that I had not before
remarked that his ears were pointed,
and that a pair of satyr-horns curled
gracefully over the visor of his out.
ing-cap.