The Lamar register., 1903-08-26

Johnson. The way is long and rough
and"
Il will walk" she said. simply. Her
lips had lost their warm red color: her
wide eyes were on his face in their
strange wistfulness.
Then will leave him at the tav-
ern," he said. quietly. to comfort her.
| A group of men were around the
door of the tavern as they approached
and were talking over the events OF
the previous day. When young Green
and Dolores appeared their glances
were suggestive, and they listened In
silence when the young man spoke.
When he finished an ominous silence
fell upon them. Then I.odie arose. OF
them all he was the most angular and
uncouth. but among them he was
nobler than they.
"Ther dep'ties dedn't know ther
mounting" he said gravely. "Theys
might hev ans stepped on EN-
o'thout KNOWN ct. Ell he hev met
with an accident he mayn't be able ter
KEN an II die 'thout help KEN ter
'em. Eff thet gal o. Johnsings ken go
over thar ter hunt 'em, reckon we
| uns ken do T."
| His slow. heavy words reused an
interest In his listeners as all Green's
words could not do. and they arose at
once to their duty with many word
OF grumbling that passed unnoticed
| because each understood that this was
simply their way of showing the depth
of their interest.
The strange party moved along the
| ghostly mist of the valley road and
across the bridge like spirits of the
| mountain. The ascent was hard and
| toilsome, and Dolores was unused to
| such eXertion; young Green was ath-
let.c. but he also had never so had
his strength put to the proof. They
paused many times to rest and re-
cover breath. By and by Green helped
Dolores. Her recent lack of food and
sleep had untitled her for such exer
ton. She was painting and weak. but
she smiled her slow, brave smile. and
shook her head when he offered TO
take her home II she wished. She
came to find her father. she said
quietly. and she would find him; she
felt certain of that.
Up in the blue space a vulture how
cred; the dull flap of his wings was
audible in the dead stiffness and hol.
low below. Dolores saw him, and her
eyes dilated.
"See!" she cried. her sweet, strange
ly penetrating voice full of terror
echoing down the misty hollow. See!
Why ia he there? They follow where
there are wounded. He is not there
for nothing"
Their eyes followed hers; her terror
was reflected in their faces. used as
they were to such scenes, and young
Green irstinctively drew her nearer
himself as though to shield her from
what might follow. There was moth
ing certain about the vultures prey;
1t might be u wounded hare. a stag,
ora man! That 1t was something
was certain: something. too, that was
wounded. not dead.
They stood in silence a moment
with awc-struck faces. while the bird
of death lowering above them had a
terrible meaning for them. Dolores
clung to young Green with trembling
hands in the first wild moment; she
did not feel his strong arm about her;
there was a look in her eyes he could
never forget. Then she loosened her
hold of him. and stood alone slender
and stately on the brink of the yawn-
ing gulf. 1t was marvellous how she
impressed those about her with her
personality. Many time afterward
the young man was wakened In the
night with the memory of her as she
stood there in her utter self-forgetful-
ness. her feet touching the edge of
the gulf opening before her. her ten
der face grand with its brave soul
II will call him." she said, gravely.
HE may answer, for he is there,
know"
She leaned above the void filled in
with ghostly mist and gruesome shad-
ows; young Green's hand was upon
her arm. but she did not know it. She
called aloud. and her voice rang down
the silence. waking the echoes from
rock to rock
Father! Father!"
The bird of death overhead tapped
his heavy wings and uttered a fierce
cry as a panther might that has lost
its young. They waited and listened;
no sound disturbed the hush of the
mountains heart save the echoes
fainting farther and farther into the
mysterious depths below.
Father! Father,"
He did not hear" said Dolores,
quietly. Or perhaps he cannot an
swer. will call again"
That he was there she did not
doubt; whether dead or alive she
would find him: she believed that. too.
She placed her hands. to her mouth,
and her voice again woke the echoes
like the tones of flute
Father, Father!"
The vulture whirred down in front
of them with its fierce cry. Then
suddenly up from the depths. yet not
far from them, fioated faint call,
half moan, half answer. They listened
as though in doubt. afraid to believe
lest they be mistaken. But again the
faint voice sounded not far distant.
but weak. Green stretched himself
fiat on the ground. and leaned far
over the perilous edge
About twenty feet below n Sharp