The daily Alaskan., 1904-07-14
The Black Sheep of
 The Kenyon Family
[origlnaLl

cleared for them by pillng the tables and chairs against the walls. On a porch outside in the moonlight stood a man and a girl. For the girl the mixed assembly had no interest except as a spectacle. The man would have ap- peared equally refined had 1t not been for the plains" apparel he wore and a dissipated look in his face, He was the son of an eastern capitalist and had gone to the bad, which meant in his case that he was a fighting, gam bling, drinking spendthrift. Mild man. nered when sober and unrufied, he was a very devil when drunk or spur red to fight.
 "I have heard that you go back east tomorrow, Daisy" he said.
 "I do, Paul"
 And this Is the last I shall see Of you as girl. You marry the clergy man this falT'
 q co"
 The man gave slight shiyer.
 "You can't feel 1t more than I do, Paul. You have brought this upon yourself"
 "Yes, and on you"
 The music within ceased suddenly, revealing the sound of a gallOping horse in the distance. It came rapidly nearer, and a man, flashing up before the door, called out:
 'arhe red devils are coming! Broken loose from the reservation! Light Out!'
 Ten minutes later Daisy and Paul Kenyon were riding for dear life. Each mounted on good horse, the girls skirts fluttering in the wind, the man spurring his own mount and be laborlng hers to keep the pace. He knew they could distance an enemy following, but the road they were on Joined another a few miles ahead, and there was no telling if they would be cut oI at the junction. As they neared it they heard the guttural voice of In dians to their right. Urging on their horsea, they cleared the junction, but the redskins had heard them and gave chase.
 The white couples horses had been using their strength and had 1t not been that they were of the best stock could not have raced even with the or dinary Indian pony. The savage yells behind added new vigor, and for a time they gained on their pursuers. One of the braves mounted on a fieetor pony than the rest distanced his fel- lows, and they could hear him coming up on them.
 "Ride on, Daisy" said the man. "Pll turn and settle this fellow, then I'll re- join you"
 Must you?" said the girl.
 "Yes. Go on, sweetheart; don't fear. I'll be with you in a moment"
 He turned, and the girl rode on a short distance, then drew rein and lis- tened. Two shots, one following close on the other; then no sound except the oncOming ponies, a matter of half a mile away, and a single horse near by. Was 1t life or deathl The quick thud of the horses hoOfs told her that 1t was either the one or the other. Then the moonlight revealed Paul Kenyon, and she swOOned in his arms.
 When she came to herself she was riding, her back supported by Ken yon's chest. A consciousness that there was yet hope revived her. Seis- ing the relns, she bent forward, and She speed was increased For miles they rode, permitting their horses to pick their way, now leaving the blood curdllng yells farther away, now hear ing them near behind. Then suddenly the girls horse, which was of more delicate mold than the mans, suddenly collapsed and fell dead. Daisy landed on a soft road and was unhurt Ken yon sprang to the ground
 Here, quickI Take my mount"
 And your
 "I shall beat them of and join you" ,"
 He spoke as confidently as If he had but an easy job before him. But he did not deceive the girl. She knew that but one of them could hve and he would be the one to die.
 Come your tOotl No time to change saddles! Give him his head and hold on to the pommel.'
 He had her on the horses back be- fore she could utter a protest
 -One kiss, Daisy"
 She bent down and threw her arms around his neck passionately. In a twinkling he released himself and, giv- ing the horse a slap on the baunch, saw the girl he was to die for vanish in the moonlight
 It was but @ few minutes before she beard a shot and was sure he had am pushed an Indian; then another, then two in quick succession, then one. There were five of them, which, with the one he had used on the way, made six, all he had. Then there was no more firing.
 But by this time the clattering of the ponies hoofs, the yells, were more re- mote. Paul Kenyon hRd stayed the pursuit Then she recognized her sur roundlngs "a clump of trees. under which was a water trough fed by a spring-and she knew she was within a mile of her fathers ranch.
 When she reached her home fin the east she heard that there was relief among the Ken! ons that the family black sheep had given over disgracing them. They would have brought his body eastward and given 1t sepulture L.. Ahn hnr.Il-- rrnnnsnln1nn hIlt fhh In-