The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1905-11-22

SAKE don't lay your hands ON fAythef,
He's wrong, hut remember Won are youns
and his son, and something Il due to
old agev'
."For your sake, mother. I will desist,
but leave this house. and never shall
he see my face aeain. II stay Il viii
mean---murderv And picking up his
hat he left the house. stridinr rspidly
down the hill. soine h the direction OF
Eiisa's home.
At the click Of the garden gate q
pretty, demurs looking maiden. clad In
pink frock. ran down the walk to
greet him, hut started In dismay at his
flushed face, HHR
Takink her into \ ANAL grove adjoin.
ing her home. unmindful Of wraps. they
wandered almost to the roadside, he bit.
terly describing the scsne lust enacted
at his homo. abe tesrfully listenins.
When her grief had spsnt itself she
raised her tsar-wet fhce from his shout
der and sased steadil, towards the road.
way.
Look, Joe" she whispered, "see that
manv'
BY the roadside stood 4 pony, un-
hitched, and close beside him, seated
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blue stocking across his knee, intently
riding Its contents. Joseph Sloan In
stantly recognised the homely safe In
which his father had kept his money. His
breath came hard. Ia
"Ranchman Jack, who supplies the
village with cattle from Tsxasr' he
breathed. HE has followed father and
stolen, not only the market money, but
all father has-let me TO-" and he I'M
clasped the young girls arms merely
from his neck.
There was 4 scream OF terror. The
man looked up. and noting that no had
been observed. leaped upon the pony
and dashed down the road.
Joe. don't follow that dssperado-.
It may mean death II you hunt him!'
Again her arms sought his neck.
Pushing her from him he 6ercely cried;
Hunt him! I'll hunt him into his
grave! Good-by--explAin to mother"
and he went like the wind In the direc-
tlon Of the village. Two hours later a
pbny was found upon the green. srasins
upon 4 patch Of half-frosen 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 Ii leaning upon 4 table. He il
alone In the wilds, and yet 10 not I'M
attended. On the table. close at hand,
layla heavy rihe; In his belt glittersd IN
ugly looking dirk. while at his feet
crouchsd trusty bloodhound. The
man. head dropped and he murmured
YEARLY:
1.-TWO years next month since start
cd my search. and yet NO trace Of that
man who has wrecked, mot only ny
happiness, but that Of my mother and
Eliza. Strange ! can ind no trail Of
him here In his own hold!, .
A fierce blast almost shook the lol
house, but he felt secure and paid nc
heed until the dreary. sobbing wall Of
| Z hungry wolf fell upon bis ears. There
was an ominous scratching between thu
beams, and he knew the pack had reach
| ed his dwelling. A low snarl and q
cry Of human being In distress smott
his ear. Quickly soins towards 2 chini
In the beams he saw . sight that 81
most stillsd III. heart beats. In from
| Of his hut human being was lyinl
face down upon the ground. The wolvei
had freed him, and overcome with frigh'
he had fallen from his stronghold Int
their midst. The back OF his head wal
sorry.
The man In the log house waited Il
sss no more. Forcing the gun betwseE
the beams he fred continuously At thu
beasts Of prey. until their leaders lay
dead and the others In fright took to tn
forest.
Throwing wide the door, he dragss<
the wounded man 70 4 place Of safet,
within the hut.