Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-04-20

vanished like hermit bird. oh,
am certainly an unhappy man, and q
bungling one at that. You can laugh
IL you like, but It's killing me. | wisA
you would come over TO that cursed
post chaise and see what can be done
for the lady"
As we advanced through the rain IN
the dim radiance OF the chaise lamps
I looked curiously at Mount and he up
at me.
Poor old Jack" said. softened by
his misery why did you desert me
after you had saved my lifei | owe
you 40 much that II were charity to
aid me discharge the debt, or as much
OF II as ! may
"Hor' he muttered Twas no debt
led aud I'm but pottle pot after all
Now by the ring tailed coon o. Cana.
| da. care not what befalls ME. for
! Cade's gone"
/ "Soft"' whispered 1.-THE lady's astir
In her chaise. Wait you here, Jack
! So. | dismount. Touch not the horse
| he bites AT raggedness. Hell stand
500, Warlock! Wait, my beauty
So-o."
And | advanced to the chaise win
dow, cap in hand.
Madam" / began very gently. Slriv
ing to make her out in the dim light ..
the chGise. Il perceive some accident
has befallen your carriage. Pray, be
lieve me at your disposal and humbly
anxious 10 serve you, and if there I've
aught wherein l may
Michael Cardigan came a startled
voice, aud I srozs dumb in astonish-
meUt. for there. hood thrown back
ami earnest. pale face swiftly leaning
into the lamp rays, / beheid Marie
Hamilton
We stared az each other for mo
meat. then her lovely face flushed. AMI
she thrgsst beth hands toward me.
lauxhinx and crying az the same mo
meat
Oh the romance of life.' she cried
Il have had such a fright my wits
ache with the shock. A highwayman,
Mschsel-here in the rain. pulling the
horses UP short, and it was, 'Ho.
stand and deliver with pistol push
ed in my face. anu | TO faint-pretense
10 gain a wink o. time TO think-not
frightened, but vexed. and all on the
Qui yive to hide my jewels. But / did
brighten him well. and now he's gone.
and | IN plight with my cowardly
pcstboys. maid and footman fed, Lord
knows whitherr'
Il plead freedom TO present to your
good graces my friend, Jack Mount,
who lately stopped your coach upon
the kings highway i said.
And | caught the abashed giant by
his ragged sleeve and dragged him to
the chaise window. where he plucked
OF his coonskin cap and stared at the
astonished lady within.
Jack" said |. smothering my laugh
ter, do you get your legs astrlde the
leader there and play at postboy to
the nearest inn. POUNDS. man. don't
stand there hanging your jaw like
hard run beagle! Up into the saddle
with you! Cad, you've ride before
you with those Albany nags a-biting at
your shins! Here, give me your rifle.'
And you. Michael" asked Mrs.
Hamilton, will you not share my car
riage for old times sakef''
| told her | had my horse and would
ride home at her chaise wheels, and so
left her somewhat coolly, for | liked
not that trailing tail to her invitation
'.for old times sake"
Riding there through the fine rain.
which ] could scarcely feel on my skin.
so delicate We're the tiny specks Of
moisture. thought much on the small
ness of this our world, where single
hour on an unknown road had given
me two companions whom l knew
God grant the end of my journey
would give me her for whose dear
sake the journey had been made!
Presently was reused to find the
chaise turning into a tavern yard
where all was black save for a Ian
thorn moving through the darkness
Mount called. A yawning ostler
came with light and at the same In
slant our host in shirt and apron tod
died out to bid us welcome.
We supped together. Mrs. Hamilton
and I. and found the cheer most COM
forting. though there was no wine for
her. and she slipped with me the new
brew of dark October ale
spoke respectfully OF her losses
She dropped her eyes. accepting the
coincidence, pinching cfess to shreds
the while.
She Of course knew nothing of my
journey to Pittsburg nor Of any events
there which might have occurred after
she had left, when her husband fell
with many another stout frontiersman
under Boone and Harrod
! told her nothing save that Felicity
was In Boston and that was journey
ing thither to Asee her.
Ia. the capricious beauty r. she muir
INJURED. "Sure she has not thrown over
Dunmore for that foolish dragoon
Kent Bevans'
II hope not" said I malicIously.
"Who knowsf' she unused. mr.. he
van II to serve on Cages stan this fall
1t looks like match to me-
rs Mr.. Bevan going to Boston, !