The Washington herald., 1906-12-30

lnt CiIClt OF Wiitt races aboui h-AAAE DN-N
he did not see them, only that old mas
sacre.
The narrative went on. Flying Cloud
told each Il his WARRIORS to select vic
tim, and fire true when he gave the word
He chose for himself a large man who
stood by one of the wagons, man VINO
had with him q woman and a little boy
and a little girl, and the little girl had
long curls.
A groan burst from Plummer, and Har-
ley saw his great figure gather as IL Tor
a spring But Harley, quick as light
ming, seized the man in a powerful grasp,
and cried in his ear; Not now, Mr.
Plummer; not now, for Gods sakel Wait
until the end"
Harley felt the King culver in his
hands. and then cease to struggle. Sylvia
stood by, still as white as death and alb
solutely motionless. The others, held by
the old chiefs song. did not see nor hear,
Flying Clouds eyes were glittering with
cruel triumph as he continued his chant.
The rifles were raised the white fools
yet suspected nothing. but laughed and
TESTED with one another as If there would
be a tomorrow.
Then he gave the word, and all the
| rifles We're fired at once The canyon was
filled with smoke and the whistling Of
bullets. Most Of the men I'm the train were
killed at once, and then the warriors
sprang among those who We're left Fly
ing Cloud had shot the tall man by the
wagon, and then he sought the woman
and the two children. He slew the woman
and the little boy, and he scalped them
| both. Then he sprang at the girl, but
the child Of the Evil Spirit slipped among
the bushes. and he could not find her.
I .1T % etc mo snF
once more his glitterine eyes swept the
circle of white faces. but saw them not.
| Then that fierce cry burst again from
/ Plummer. Suddenly he threw of Harley
as If he had been a child, and sprang
through the ring of white faces into the
/ circle OF the freight The tall, pale girl.
still not saying a word, stood by, Ike
an avenging goddess.
Murderer cried the King" 1T IS
not too late 70 punish you
/ He seized the old chief by the throat,
/ bat the white men threw themselves up
[ on him and tore him of.
/ Flying Cloud reeled back, gazed a mo-
ment at Plummer, and then drew a
knife.
1t was when there was war between
/ u.s. and l viii not swing at the end Of the
white mans rope" he sa;G.
] % SItdhlllsr lAt piuiEEN tiai b4"NN iiiN'
/ his own heart and fell dead. almost at
/ the feet OF the woman whose kin he had
slain.
Whatever the red scoundrel was" said
Hobart. later. Il shall always use the
/ old text for him. and say that nothing
I in this life became him like the leaving Of
/ it."
But there were no such feelings in the
/ heart of Sylvia Morgan. When King
/ PlummeT sprang upon Flying Cloud, Har-
+ ley turned involGntaTily 20 Sylvia. and he
saw the pallor replaced by a sudden
. flush. then. when the chief slew him
self with his own knife the flush passed
/ and whittier than ever she sank down
/ gently But Harley caught her IN his
/ arms before she fell. and in a moment OF
two she revived. Il seemed 10 be he,
first thought that she was held by him
and she struggled a little
Let me go, she said; i can stand.
assure YOU I can. Il was just a passing
weakness"
But Harley wished 10 make certain that
| Il was not more than that before he re-
/ leased her. and the friendly darkness and
the interest Of the crowd ceLtered on
Flying Cloud aided him. a minute later
] Mrs Grayson and the wife OF a local po-
/ iiticai leader Mrs Meadows, took heI
from him and carried her to the hotel
Mrs. Grays0n. who had heard the chiefs
/ chant. understood the story. but Mrs
| Meadows. who knew nothing Of Sylvia'S
relation 10 it. but who guessed something
/ from the talk of the others, was de
vouved by curiosity. However. she pre-
vailed over il, for the time. and was silent
as she went with Sylvia back to the hotel
/ although she made a vow which sht
kept-that she would find on; the full
/ truth in the morning.
! Harley fingered a little by the freight
and joined Hobart and the crowd. Tn,
tragedy had cut deep into his thoughts
and he did not care 10 talk, but the 9th
ers had plenty 10 say.
What a singular coincidence" saiS
/ Tremaine. strOking his fine white, point
ed mustache. OF which he was very
proud. 7 call il very remarkable that this
savage should have told the story Of tina
old tragedy the very night when the onl!
survivor Of it was present
I do not call il remarkable at ALL" sal,
Hobart. 1T is not even a coincidence II
the usual meaning Of the word. It cam,
about naturally. each chapter in the stor!
being the logical sequence Of the chapte
that preceded it"
1T may all be very clear To n MAJ
Ike you. one who makes "A study Of crim
and mysteries said Tremaiae ironically
as he gave him muStache an impatien
tug, but il is far from being 50 to me
l still call II a coincidence"
/ That is because you haven't taken tim
to think about it, Tremaine. Your mia
is entirely too good TO accept such a the
DRY as coincidence. In the first place
Mr.. GraysOn is making a thorough tOU
; of the West, all the more thorough be
cause these are supposed TO be doubtful
/ States Now what more natural tha
his coming to Belleville, which is one o
| the most important towns in NOrther
Utah, and having come. what more prob
able than the presence Of the Indians a
I his speech. because such attractions ar
rare in Belleville. and the Indian woul
come to see what II is that stirs up 8
! much his white friend and brother. .
course, the Indian. in his degenerate days
would take the chance TO get drunk, and
/ being in a whisky stupoT, he naturall
supposed that Mr. GTaySOn was Chantin
= q chant of victory. and quite as naturall
he chanted in return his own chant. an
also quite as naturally this chant wa
about the deed that he considered tn
greatest Of his life. So, there you are
the chain is complete, the result is natu
: raj; any other result would have bee
T unnatural"
Tremaine laughed
: You have worked it out pretty vel
Hobart" he said, but I have my Ow
opinion"
You are entitled to It," rejoined He
bart. briskly but be sure you keep it t
yourself. and then you won't suffer fror
. the criticisms of the intelligent"
Tremaine laughed good-naturedly, an
then avowed his concern about tina
beautiful girl. Miss Morgan, who sud
, denly, and under such peculiar circum
stances, had been brought face to fac
: with the slayer OF her people; he ha