The San Francisco call., 1906-05-20

to talk with him about his soul and he
was too busy to enter upon any such un-
profitable discussion. Jack" he called.
there's some one lookin' for ye.'
Jack came out of the little room Six
feet-four he stood. with shoulders that
matched his height, gray-haired smooth
shaven, stopped little. limped a little,
rheumatism had somewhat crippled his
hands. He was no longer the man who
had kept order in Virginia City In the
old days, when to be Sheriff in such a
place meant killing SOMEBODY at frequent
intervals in order TO preserve the lives
of the rest; but he was Jack Perry still,
and .aughan, without knowing his his
tory, felt its influence.
I'm Vaughan" he said. holding out
his hand as he bee to Pere Hyacintha.
"the new Methodist preacher. 1 came
to ask II there was any objection to my
putting up little notice in your place, in
viting the men to my services?"
Jacks eyes twinkled. 81 amt never
In his slow drawl "They most gen'ally
conflict with mine"
Every one comes here" pursued
Vaughan. too much in earnest to take
in the full humor of the situation There
ought to be a few who would come to me
once in while.
Certain" said Jack
w ell lleH, II you dOn mlnd III run
home and write out the notice and come
back here and tack it up"
"All right said Jack, and Vaughan
hurried away.
Jack stood looking after him, hands
deep in his trousers pockets, chuckling
to himself. when Mat Kyle drew near.
Mat was Sheriff at Eureka and the two
were friends.
whats so tam funny?" inquired Mat,
fUiSfirp his short fqf pacLx or,iy,o
Jacks expression
1t told him nothing further than the
fact that Jack was enjoying himself and
he turned TO follow the whimsical steel
gray eyes IN their journey up the street.
Vaughan was just then disappearing
within the church. his long coat tails, as
usual, flying out behind.
''The parson?" queried Mat
Jack nodded. He wants me to ad-
vertise his gospel-shop in my saloon. Sent
here by the Methodys to spile my busi-
ness and will I help him do IT." Jack
laughed aloud
Hes got his gall with him." com
Don't say word" returned the
saloon keeper. Let him work, let him
work"
Vaughan hurried down the hill, ham
mer and tacks in one hand and in the
other a neatly printed notice. which he
handed to Jack. IF you'll run your eye
over that, Mr.. Perry" he said defer
entially.
Jack obeyed There was nothing to
offend the most sensitive, mere state
ment of hours and themes.
That's all right" he said. handing the
paper back to the Methodist Put 1t
where you like"
Vaughan selected a vacant space be-
tween the picture of q female with float
lof- f,,,-, 1rr
offering an open box of Lone Star" and
a presentment of Highland whiskies, the
Best" and tackled up the notice.
AS he stood back and confronted it,
well pleased with the result, suddenly the
lowing of cattle was hard in the street
and their muffied tread, then-the cry
of a child.
They rushed to the door Down the
road from tho Geiger Grade poured a
Mart Young takin' steers to Shed
Wellman." commented Mat, and then,
Good God, look at thai.
Straight in the path OF the onward
moving. living tide, a little girl in a
tricycle. was doing her futile best to get
out Of the way. Behind her white
capped maid screamed for help while she
pushed the small vehicle frantically along.
adding her inadequate strength to that
OF the child.
Jack and Mat sprang forward, but
Vaughan was there before them He
quickly lifted the child out of the car
riage, caught the maid by the arm and
returned with them to place OF safety.
The cattle surged past followed by men
on horseback. One of them was Martin
Young. They shouted hoarsely. deftly
swinging their riatas as they rode here
and there around the drove.
Sure It's Nora Flynn thatn niver for
get this day murmured the maid.
Strengthening her cap. She still held fast
to the tricycle.. A great hoof had gone
throughone OF the wheels. Nor you,
sir" she added, turning to Vaughan with
a grateful look. Say thank you prettily
to the gentleman, Miss Elsie, and Wen
go on
But Miss Elsie only wound her arms
more tightly around Vaughan's neck and
burrowed in his beard.
'1'n carry her home" said Vaughan.
"She hasn't recovered from her fright yet.
Where do you liver"
ION Richmond Hill, sor. 'Tis quite a
piece An she great big ive-year-old
gell, Try, Miss Elsie, darlin', II ye can't
walk"
Elsie only shook her curls and looked
obstinate.
Go ahead" said Vaughan to the maid;
.T'u carry her for a while anyway"
What Mis- Chisholm II say, / dunno"
replied Nora, but she led the way and
Vaughan followed Mis- Chisholm's the
little CELLS mother" she explained. "She
lives in that big house that we see over
there, wild her brother Mr.. Sinclair and
his wife and little gell. An Miss En-
rneline-thats Mis- Chisholm's older sis
ter-lives wild en-
"Ah?" said Clement.
''Yis, sor Mis- Chisholm's only been
here a year; she was a-travelin' aroun'
since Mr.. Chisholm died. but now she's
come back and fixed everything UP nice.
a little glass house for flowers and all.
She owns a half of the Richmond mine.
and so does her brother. He's superin-
tendent along o. Mr.. Eugene Wilkins"
'.Ah?" said Vaughan again.
"'Tis a nice place, sor. the incest here
abouts. And they're nice folks. too. I
haven't been living wild EN- long. 1 be-
long In Eureka. There's two gels Mis-
Chisholm brought, and Jerry Flynn-he's