Arizona republican., 1901-02-25

But all was clear now. The mystery was revealed.
 He was steadily growing " aaker His legs weighed a ton and w)Tkel l in jerky, aimess impulses, like an uno led piston with but half enough stearl in the cylinder. He kept oOggedly on. how ever. in uncertain. senseless fashion.
 But as his legs grew weake-' his mind cleared and evolved q single thought murder. What reason or justice in his suffering all the bangs of tha damned. and they--the guilty-go unscathed? He would constitute himself Gods avcngor and deal out punishment mete { IT the crime No higher was the shut ter lifted from his aching brain, and SO this one little puerile thought burned like a focused. concentrated sun ray.
 He ground his teeth and irothed at the mouth and gripped and ungripped his bony fingers on the unreslsting air.
 By and by he could go no further: he had reached the end gf the teUher of endurance. and stumbled down behind great rock to rest-and die. What did it matter? His legs were numb and seemed as though swathed in round upon round Of linen bandage
 Fer hours he lay in a half-swoon and cared not for the passing cl time or the coming of ct .rnity. He WIS partial ly aroused from the semi-darlSness that enveloped him by ominous threaten ing claps Of thunder and peal up n peal of vivid flashes rendng the sky. Gazing unconcernedly about he perceived the heavens clothed in somber black. with here and there little lacy iringes If light and gold. One enormous funnel shaped cloud rose up out of the west, in well-define1 proportions. It was gaunt and grim and threatening. It wrnklsd and scowlcd and puckcred in ever-changing distortions. It's crown was covered with streaky-white clouds. C completing the faint resemblance to an old man, fuming with rage.
 Little puffs of wind insultingly slapped his pale face, and then scamp cred hurriedly away. like boys at play. He lay back and closed his eyes. What did anything matter more? He wished he could die. He felt that he could coddle and pet the cheek of Death in rapturous pleasure.
 He was in a narrow canon with jagged walls sheer two hun6 red feet. A narrow trail wound in and cut and around the many rocks at the bottom; this trail had been used for age by the Moqui and Navajo Indians on their frequent trading trips to the tribes of the south.
 After awhile he bethought him of his unopened letters. He had been given two at the office but such was his haste 10 get homc he had not opened them One was an offer for the Harpoo ranch. The other was addressed in awkward. uncertain chirograDhy, and was unfamiliar. He tossed it to the sand at his feet. caring not f1l its con- tents. Then by ard by. being prompted by some invisible spirit. he picked it up and opened the envelope. Even then he hesitated and idly fingered the paper. What were its contents to him?
 He glanced indolently at the address and was startled a little to see the name of his old home in Illinois; then glancing down to the name he leaped to his feet and held the page close to his eyes in undisguised astorishm Dull apathy leaped into eager toy. nhe paper was blurred and blotted and the lines irregular; some words were printed and many misspel ed; the grammar was incorrect and the rhet- oric faulty, but it was the most precious letter he had ever received and he did not see wherein it could be bettered.
 It was from his mother. She was fifty years old when he left h, me, and could neither read nor write. Her early life had been one of toll and stlf-sacri- flee. In slaving at the tub and needle to send her younger brother to school, and then through college. she had no time for b1ok culture for 'herssh
 But she had taken up the tas six when fifty years old: when her eyes were dim. and her fingers hard and stiff, that she might talk to hsr boy.
 What is knowledge and wis lom and learning and riches and position and fame; what are all things else in the world to the love of a mother for her child?
 Jacks eyes over-flowed with a rush at the impulsive throbs of h g heart All hatrsd and malice melted | Ike snow in the tropic sun; the ugly thought slIulsed away in shame 2nd hil.
 Mi deer sun: yur mothers old Hart Is yurning to talk to yu and mi eyes weep to see yu agen. Not that wory