The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1903-09-18

circumstances that we should he
iiarch1ng thus to accommodate these
snlloren Of the mountain, who had
nItnerto flown ove its face nimbly as
the wild goat. =. sN'
Halt q mile from the house we
ded to himself.
y was sure OF it," he said in my ear.
Q what?" I asked.
IVAN said nothing for the moment
nut malt lifted his finger. We tonped a
llttle rise, and he pointed before us.
a snort distance in front was a steep
nlii crowned with a clump OF ragged
stunted trees.
He Will hang them to those, trees
and leave them swinging there az we
90 crows in a cornfeld,' said Owainl
Without trial, without form of law p.
1 asked. y Jaw:
Trial! law!" repeated owain. "Those
are words of little import here MS re-
sards the common people, ay, and for
plenty above them. And, indeed. who
is there to inquire or care for what be-
comes or such rogues as these? Those
VINO hear OF 1t Will praise Sir Arthur
heartily, and the relations whom the
ited Men leave behind them are little
ilKely to prosecute him at law for his
iack OF form In %disposing tof their
friends" >ieAt
But they will exact a dreadful re-
venge." =
They are bent on that now, in any
case, replied Owain, land he will leave
the less to execute it,"
In a short time we were I'm amone
the trees, n at a glance I saw what
d spot Sir Arthur had chosen for his
slDpet. On every hand the country Law
peloW US like a map. Far to. the west
a gray level patch marked the sea, and
the slant of the stunted trees told of
the winds which raced in from that
quarter. The Red Men of the Dusk
lookeo around them with quick, UNI
Easy glances as they were halted in the
thy WOOD, and when a mountain. pony.
came scrambling up after us, laden
Win COILS of rope, every man turned
vain 11erce eyes upon my uncle and ut
tered a deep cultural cry of scorn.
Two of them made an attempt to
burst their bonds and run, but 1T was
useless, and within the instant thew
were struck down and pinioned still
more securely. The other four. after
that single note of rage and scorn, re-
NAMED as impressive as the hills
around them. 1 now saw for the first
tlme that of them was a mere bow.
not more than Ia years old. Even as I
looked, the tall elderly man who had
seemed their leader o a little
toward the lad, and began to speak to
MN IN a low, caressing voice. The
savage mask dropped off, and his fea-
lures worked with strong emotion. This
and the likeness that existed between.
them made the situation clear; thew
We're rather and son. The boy paid but
little heed, nodding carelessly now and
again, and looking from side ia side
with a sullen glare.
Sir Arthur now began to call ont
quick orders. and his men ran right and
left. IN a -trice half a dozen ropes were
run owe branches, lofty enough to
swing the Gwylliaid Cochion several
rect from the ground, and the execution
proceeded swiftly. Already -four fig
ures We're writing in. horrible contor-
tions' me a Woma darted into the
circle and seized the boy with a dread
ful cutlery. Her scream was echoed nv
my uncle, who doubted not but to see
a whole band upon us, and there was
a general run to arms. But no one else
appeared, and the poor creature who
had got among us must have exercised
wonderful cunning to evade the sen
tries posted about the hill,
She was an elderly woman, though
1t Is likely she vas not SO old as she
looked, for so wild a life must age them
beyond their time. Her foul, tangled
scanty elf locks, once. red, now bleached
to g. dry wheaton shade by weather and
years. hung low yer her hard worn
features, her great dark eyes looked un
naturally large and bright in their hol-.
low sockets, and as she fondled her
child, the business we We're engage
upon, distasteful before, now seemed to
me dismally repulsive.
The little group drew every eve. and
for a few moments no one moved or
spoke; father, mother and son. even the
rude fellows who We're stringing up the
Red Men of the Dusk as indifferently
as If they We're hanging salmon to
smoke, stood at gaze, struck by the dra-
matte quality Of the scene. NY uncle
alone remained unmoved and venom
Gus; he shouted an angry order, and
the woman cried out as If she had re-
ceived a wound. She turned and flung
herself upon her knees before Sir Ar.
thur, pouring out with tears and up-
lifted hands frenZied entreaties that he
would spare her son. her youngest, her
dearest; for her husband she uttered
no plea. She knew it would be useless.
but she begged for her boys life in
terms which moved every listener but
one. There was nc need to be able to
understand her words; the piercing
quality of pathos and longing in her
voice went to the very heart. Had she
spoken nothing. the simple natural elo-
quence of her entreating gestures would
said everything. My uncle took
but little heed Of her, and called out to
his men again in a harsh, grating
voice.
Continued Next Week.)