CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1902-07-03

bay gclding. whinnied softly In his
loose box. He knew the little fingers
that slipped the bit between his velvet
!ips. and he laid his handsome hea!
against her curls in mutc ,,,rcss Ms til..
saddle was giried. Harry Clay dad
never carried that wei, before and
when tne happ.ng riding skirt s.ruch
his witlcrs the line ears lay close ~ lie.
reared and paved the air. with he THU
nostrils Hareu. hut u whisper. !" touch
upon the name. and he dropped into Il
light canter along the foo path. his feet
ma king no sound upon the tirf.
Fifteen miles to Hungerford's and
four hours yet until the dawn Harry
Clay quickens his stride MS clock
from farmhouse chimes out "Bne
two and th.y have passed the brick
church at t',A forks OF Otter creek
where she had knelt so often ut her
mothers side. Three" and tn. whit,
road runs backward under tin. dying
hoofs. The moments speed ana they
gallop into the shadow of Hunger
ford's woods. dim old moon was
shining. and a break In the trees let
in the light full ON the girls face.
There was rustic in the shadows Of
the roadside. and the same rough voice
cried out: ''Thft girl OF Montague's on
the bay colt-stop her! Whoa. there
But Anne brought the whip down on
Harry clay's Hank. Not quite swift
enough. FOR n pistol shot rang out. an
other and yet another. and she felt
dull shock as Harry Clay. maddened
by the reports and the insult OF a blow.
tore down the white stones of the road,
the dire flashing under the iron shod
hoOfs-on and on. while the miles
rolled back In the dark and the gray
OF dawn came over the hills. There
was something wHrm and wet that
trickled down the great bays shoulder
ns the little figure swayed and clung 10
the saddle. As the gold broke along
the east horsemnn rode out Of the
woods In the opposite direction. the
same that had walked his horse and
talked with the pretty child two years
agone.
The rcius dropped ON Harry Clay's
neck as Andrew Jackson rode Rlong.
side lust In time TO catch her as she
rcclcd from the saddle. and then. with
her head against his heart. the little
maid sobbed out her story. while the
sweet face grew paler and the wild
roses died from the pretty cheeks n
the drip. drip OF the blood went pat.
torinG down.
The grim. dark face hardened into
steel as he beckoncd 10 the negro that
rode little behind him.
Go back 10 the farm and tell thcm
TO make ready, and. mind you. lose no
time in sending FOR the doctor" Very
carefully and slowly he rode. bearing
the light weight. while the still face
lay against his breast. smiling dream.
iIy
At the farmhouse all was hustle and
stir. Mistress Hungcrford.s capable
hands lnved the wounds and made all
sweet and clean in the chamber where
they carried her 10 await the coming
OF the doctor.
Very quiet and stIIl she luy when h.
came to bid her farewell His face
was sad and stern when b. barred his
head 10y the low white 4, where Anne
lay. They two were alone when Anne
opened her great gray eyes on the face
OF her dreams and IN that look lie
whose heart lay buried In II woman's
grave In Tennessee read the old story
sanctlIied IN the white shrine OF tho
maiden soul: read also. with soldiers
unerring knowledge, the whitencss
about the pretty mouth. The stern face
grew tender and the eagl" eyes were
dlmmed ms he leaned to that uuzpoien
prayer. laying his lips upon the white
I,ut
and were still.
The chIli's eyes looked beyond the
hills at last.