New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-09-05

his friends interruption. Yelled insult IN his
manner froze me into naughty silence. 1t was
for them TO explain themselves. The woman.
staring in an eager. questioning way. IL I
possessed some secret which she longed to make
her own. soon spoke again.
Il wish I hadn't come. Don't say anything
more. Won Schlange. please Let's get bach to
town oh. do Gomez
Hold your tonguer" cried the man. roughly
Il swore I'd introduce you two. and. by God.
I'll keep my word, Miss Dean-if that's the
name you choose to go by
Hush. hush. Won schlange! Oh. do hush,
You have made a mistake. and-some one is
coming"
He laughed insultingly.
Pooh. pooh, my dear" looking insolently at
me. although answering his companion. Have
you never seen whitened sepulchre before?
Come. then. let me-
But the little woman had been right-some one
was coming-nay. had come. Before he had
time to finish his speech Philip galloped UP. fol-
lowed by his faithful henchman. Cray
Philips face was white under its tan-white
with fury. He rushed his horse at Won Schlange
and. stopping from the saddle. seized him by
the collar. dragged him few yards distant
from where 1 stood. slipped lightly to the ground
without once relinquishing his grasp. raised his
heavy riding crop high in the air. and brought
il down with tremendous force across Won
Schlange's shoulders. Again and again it rose
and fell with the regularity of fail the
thrashing floor. Won Schlange. writhing under
the heavy blows, cursed aloud in his anger. A
strong man, broad his neck like a bulrs-his
strength awaited him nothing Philip
though possessed by a demon. His face CHASTITY.
his tightly pressed lips hecked with foam and
eyes like burning Goals. he beat Won Schlange
as though he would beat him TO death.
Captain Kidd. riderless. affrighted by the
sound of blows. trotted snorting through the
open gate in the direction of the stables. Cray
in pursuit. The horses before the buggy plunged
and reared; the boy too fully employed in
holding them to interfere. even had he dared.
in Won Schlanges behalf. The little fair woman.
shrieking wringing her hands. called to Philip
in piteous accents to have mercy. Apparently
he did not hear.
stood quite still. watching the man VINO had
nearly killed my mare experiencing the torture
he had forced her-gentle. dumb creature-to
undergo. L felt no pity. but a cold satisfaction
I'm seeing Justice administered But for the
fierce grip on his collar he would have fallen
Blood streamed from his face. which had been
cut in several places. He groaned and painted
from exhaustion. but Philips strength and fury
seemed undiminished-
The woman in the buggy cried to me for help.
1 did not answer. She sprang from the wagon
ard flung herself at my feet.
Are you of stone?'' she sobbed. clutchins at
my gown. clinging to II as she knelt- Are you
alive. that you stand by and see man killed
without a sound? Save him! Don't let Erranti
murder him outright! 1 see he wronged you
he was fool-bIind. You are lady-a beauti-
full good. young lady. but don't let Erranti pun
ish him to DEATH He's killing him nova word
from you would stop him Have you no pity:
7 unfastened her fingers from my gown She
fell back. sobbng that she knew she was not Mt
to touch me- but that was Cruel! CruelH'
Get into the wagon" said. gently. Take
the reins. You can driver
She made a motion Of assent and obeyed-
van+ to Philip and caught the hand that
held the whip I am very strong woman. out
If took all my force TO hold that hand for the
instant that interviewed before he saw who stood
beside him.
.r-norpbr. said. Put him in his wagon
and let him 60 ~. ,o,,
philips tense features relaxed; the whip leil
TO the ground. -, 49,
ia hin, to the buggy and flung him at the
,.or,,aD,s feet. He neither looked at nor spoke
20 her. but. calling to the boy TO stand ASIDE
drew hack himself and watched the gay turn
ont vhirl down the road and disappear AS 'he
sound of it's wheels died away a great SILENT
fau The sunshine dazzled down upon the
trampled sweep Of road where lay blood
stained riding crop The peaceful beauty OF the
October day was dead
AT last with a fierce gesture OF disgust Fhllip.
picking up the whip. flung it across the rodu
into y snIendid confusion of asters and golden
rod Then. striding up to the boy. VINO stooo'
omen rnouthed. watching him. said. sternS'
diSgOrEe your III SOtlch
gains!' -.
The lad. turning pale. strove to answer. out
v,as tongue tied by fear. Selling him by the
shoulder. Philip shook him till his teeth cnat-
tered crying out
.,tJov much for betraying your post. you
voung hound, Speak. or by heaven III nay you
aliveI'
At this threat the boy turned his pockets IN
sida ort and finding his voice, whimpered that
he didn't get cent? that ne thotsht 'ne Iauy
and gentleman friends of his masters or Miss
mans. that he wished he'd died before be mad
+sl,sn his uncle's place. even for an hour-with
mora IN the same effect I was sorry for him.
PbUip disbeIieving him. threatened 10 turn him
over IN Surly Pat TO be searched Then, thrust
ing his hand into the bosom OF his shirt. the
terror stricken creature drew out a crumpled
mass of bills Philip. smoothing them out.
counted-ten dollars
Won we're well paid" he said. grimly. Now
Mace this money before that lady. At her feet
tut not TOO near" Whitefaced. sullen. the boy
obsved. Take these matches''-giving his silver
rnatchbox-"and light that dirty paper"
With trembling fingers the boy struck one and
touched it 10 the desire of his greedy soul The
money caught fire. cracked gayly. shot up tiny
tongues OF flame, and shrivelled into ashes
Looking from his haggard face to the fecks OF
burned out paper at my feet 1 realized that
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