The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1905-11-29

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you lie!" cried the father, enraged to
the verge of insanity.
Instantly the strong yenng man Crap
pied with his aged parent, and clutching
him by the throat forced him into the
chair upon which he had been sitting,
shouting:
''Take that back, father! Take that
back or I'll choke the breath out of your
body"
Like lightning the mother wrenched his
strong hands from her husbands throat,
and hinging her arms about his neck,
held him as in a wise.
'Joe-my darling baby, for mothers
sake don't lay your hands on fayther.
He's wrong, but remember you are young
and his son, and something is due to
old age,"
"For your sake, mother, | will desist,
but l leave this house, and never shall
he see my face again. If l stay it will
mean-murderl" And picking up his
hat he left the house, striding rapidly
down the hill, going in the direction of
Eliza's home.
At the click of the garden gate a
pretty, demure looking maiden, clad in
a pink frock, ran down the walk TO
greet him, but started in dismay at his
flushed face.
Taking her into a small grove adjoin-
ing her home, u%nmindful of wraps, they
wandered almost to the roadside, he bit
terly describing the scene just enacted
at his home, she tearfully listening.
When her grief had spent itself she
raised her tear-wet face from his shout
der and gazed steadily towards the road
way.
Look, joe" she whispered, "see that
mani"
By the roadside stood a pony, I'M
hitched, and close beside him, seated
upon a fallen tree, was n man with n
blue stocking across his knee, intently
rifing it's contents. Joseph Sloan in
stantly recognized the homely safe in
which his father had kept his money. His
breath came hard.
"Ranchman Jack, who supplies the
village with cattle from Texas" he
breathed. "He has followed father and
stolen, not only the market money, but
all father bas-let me CO." and he un-
clasped the young girls arms fiercely
from his neck.
There was a scream of terror. The
man looked up, and noting that he had
been observed, leaped upon the pony
and dashed down the road.
"Joe, don't follow that desperado-
it may mean death if you hunt him."
Again her arms sought his neck.
Pushing her from him he fiercely cried:
Hunt him! I'll hunt him into his
grave! Good-by-explain to mother"
and he went like the wind in the direc-
ton of the village. Two hours later a
pony was found upon the green, grazing
upon a patch of half-frozen grass, but
the ranchman had taken the first train
out for Texas.
Two years passed, and far away on
the plains of northern Texas, a weary
exile is leaning upon a table. He is
alone in the wilds, and yet is not un-
attended. On the table, close at hand,
lay a heavy rifle; In his belt glittered an
ugly looking dirk, while at his feet
crouched a trusty bloodhound. The
mans head dropped and he murmured
YEARLY:
1.-Two years next month since I start
ed my search, and yet no trace Of that
man who has wrecked, not only my
happiness, but that Of M mother and
Eliza. Strange I car find no trail of
him here in his own hold"
A fierce blast almost shook the log
house, but he felt secure and paid no
heed until the dreary, sobbing wall of
a hungry wolf fell upon his ears. There
was an ominous scratching between the
beams, and he knew the pack had reach
ed his dwelling. A low snarl and a
cry of a human being In distress smote
his ear. Quickly going towards a chink
ir the beams he saw a sight that al
most stilled his heart beats. In front
Of his hut a human being was lying
face down upon the ground. The wolves
had freed him, and overcome with fright
he had fallen from his stronghold into
their midst. The back of his head was
CORY.
The man in the log house waited to
see no more. Forcing the gun between
the beams he fired continuously at the
beasts of prey, until their leaders lay
dead and the others in fright took to the
forest.
Throwing wide the door, he dragged