The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-10-19
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About FIVE years ago | was staying
in little town on the Pacific coast,
partly for health and partly for pleas
IRE, and ii was there | first made the
acquaintance of Tom Chatlern. Tom
was a great favorte in the neighbor-
hood, as his face, form and manners
were irreuroachable, and we soon be-
came fast friends. We were called
the twins by the wits of the town, for
we were inseparable, and many a lone
ly night we spent together, CampCd on
the hillside under the twinkling stars.
But Tom had a buried past, and no
matter how jovial he was he would
| never speak of his early life, SO ]
concluded he had suffered some bitter
! disappointment and had buried him
| SELF away from civilization in the rude
| but hospitable west.
He was, like many others. very
susceptible TO female charms, and was
| or was rcputed to be-in love with
| Eva Liston, the daughter Of the sheriff
| of the county, one Of the greatest of
! thief hunters known, but his daughter
was his opposite in every way, and
was the fairest and sweetest girl on
the shores of the Pacific.
"One morning | shouldered my rife
ana sauntered down the principal
street of the town. on my way to seek
! Chatlern, who was to accompany me
on days shooting. | had not pro
ceeded far before | met the object OF
my search, who rushed up and said,
hurriedly:
81 can't go to-day, jim. ! have re-
ceived some news about family affairs
that has staggered me completely. I'm
aWfully sorry, but ! really don't feel
tit to go out. Good-by and pleasant
| days sport.
81 watched his retreating form as
! he dashed up the street, and then
| slowly paced along wondering what
could disturb man usually so cool
and confident. but | soon gave up sur
missing and started for the hills intend
| ing to make the best of bad mat
| ter and spend as good day as pos
| sible.
1T was a singularly unlucky day,
for ! could not get within range of
anything large, so with curse at my
| i'll luck | made tracks for the town
| early in the evening. ! did not tell
| you that the town was situated on a
rocky coast, whose shores were pre-
cipitOus and dangerous in the extreme,
| especially near the town; in fact no
vessel save skiffs and small boats dare
| run the gauntlet into the little shell
| tered bay inside the breakers.
las | approached the town | felt
a little sheepish at returning so
early. and empty-handed to boot; so
determined to take a stroll by the
shore until night fell, when could slip
unnoticed home ! struck down by
the shore road, but soon quickened my
| pace, for | observed a crowd running
| in the direction of the Black Rocks,
the most dangerous point on the whole
coast, and | Immediately concluded
that some wayfarer had fallen over
! the rocks and was dashed to pieces
below. rushed up breathless and
saw them gazing into the roaring sea
| hundreds of feet below, straining their
eyes to catch a glimpse of some object
| beneath,
! He has escaped roared a big,
buly man whom | recognized as the
sheriff; but, by heaven, he shall never
leave there alive! Would revolver
reach him wonder?' and, throwing
himself down, he crept to the edge
of the cliff and fired several shots to-
ward the sea.
Missed he growled as he wiped