Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1904-03-31

the supposed accidental shooting Of
Charley Hickman over cards one night
in the clubhouse. cattle gone astray,
and even the pollution OF one Of the
wells, which had been laid TO the sheep
herders. She had never thought Of
connecting Rocky with the i'll luck.
Trayers had laughed over it in his
happy way. but she had heard the boys
talking of the old hoodoo, and now she
worried over her suspicious until she
could stand the suspense no longer.
II was daybreak The gray light stole
DULY in at the two small windows. She
wrapped a heavy shawl about her, and
stepped out into the woodshed that was
built close against the back of the
house.
The three dogs barked and whined in
a chorus Of greeting at sight of her, and
she unloosened their chains and let
them romp into the house. All at once
the largest. TraYers' faYorite, stopped
short on the door sill, with uplifted
nose and forepaw and howled anxiously.
The other two had crouched gratefully
beside the stove.
Go in, Tramp" said Betty.
Tramp howled louder and longer, and
turning from the door, pushed her out
doors and plunged into the snow.
For an instant she hesitated, her
heart beating fast with dread. then slip
ping on the high rubber boots which
Travers had laughingly insisted be-
longed in the trousseau of North Da-
kota bride, she followed the trail of
Tramp
The snow had stopped falling. 1t lay
in huge drifts around the house like a
frozen sea. The air was sharp and Bit
terly cold. 1t stung her face like the
cut of a whip, and left path behind.
Now and then he stopped, lifted his
head, and sent out the long howl that
found echo in her own heart He was
making his way steadily towards the
northeast division. At first she kept up
with him, but before they had covered
a mile the dog was far ahead, and she
traced him by the tracks he left for
her.
Suddenly his bowls ceased. and she
heard him barking. Struggling on with
dizzy brain. and numhed body. she found
him standing over a body half buried in
the snow, licking the icy hands and
face with frantic JOY.
'Don!" she cried. Don, husband, an
swer me-"
1t was Trayers. From head to foot he
was bound with his own lariat, and in
an instant the truth flashed on her.
Rocky had lied about the herd, and had
taken his revenge, leaving Travers
helpless at the mercy of the blizzard, as
his brother had met his death.
She knelt beside him, her head on his
breast to catch the flutter of life 1t beat
family and irregularly, and when she
pressed her lips to his with eager, ten
der pleading there was a drowsy lifting
of his eyelashes.
The sharp crack of pistol broke the
stiffness of the frozen prairie. As i'll
came again Tramp set up an answering
howl of alarm and there came a long,
drawn shout
"Tra-vers!"
"1ere!" called Betty.
Through the drifts came two ponies
breasting their way sturdily, and the
riders were Charlie Hickson and Bunny
Pierce, standing in their stirrups, and
letting out yells of JOY when they saw
the group In the snow.
1T was Rocky who did it. though he
didn't just exactly do il with any good
intentions" Bunny said later, when
they had reached the ranch and the color
was creeping back into Travers face.
Did he tell you what he had done?"
demanded Betty, passionately. What
did you boys do to him? think | could |
have shot him myself"
She bent over Travers with the fierce
protective love of panther mate an6 |
Bunny looked at her approvingly.
I'VE didn't have to do nothing to him,
ma'am." he said, regretfully. He was
all done for He must have struck out
for Sunrise with the two horses and lost
his way, but the horses knew theirs
and they landed him safe at the north |
division clubhouse"
"Alive?" It was Travers who spoke. |
Bunny bent to rub off some snow that
was melting on Tramp's brown coat, and
he did it gently, as to a comrade.
NO Deader'n dead" he replied |
slowly. And he didn't stay in the sad.
die, either He just dropped over one
side, with one foot hung in the stirrup |
and his pony dragged him along. We
knew Chance, and came looking fol-
what was left of you"
Travers' arms closed around Betty |
closely, as she knelt beside him /
Neither spoke, but Bunny put in a last
sentiment that was an epitaph to Rocky
Davis.
The hoodoo of the Crossbar's sure
done up for good this time"
Trapping the Andean Condor.
Anyone who has ever watched a heavy