The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-04-01


the swift blue water showed underneath
i. and the top Of White-faced noun
taiC peaked tho mist Dy IA hand-iengtn. /
The river brushed the banks like rust
ing sin. anu the only other sound, very /
sharp and clear in the LIQUID monotone, /
was the crack OF a wOcdDecker's beak
on Il hickory tree
II was a sweet, fresh autumn morning
In Lonesome valley. Before night the
deer would below reply to the hunters
rifles ana the mountain goat call TO its
unknown gods; but now there was only
the wild duck Swimming tho river, and
then rising and fading into the mist,
the high hilltop. the sun, and again
that strange cry: "F'ingaii On, Fin
gani F'ingalli"
Two men. lounging a fire on a ledge
OF the hills, raised their eyes TO the
mountain side beyond and above them
and one said presently:
The second time. It's a woman
voice. Pierre
Pierre nodded. and abstractedly
stirred the Goals about with a twig.
We'll. it is a blythe poor Cynthie!
IT is a woman, then. You know her,
FIerFe-hcr story"
Pierre raised his head toward the
sound: then. after a moment, said:
And the woman? Tell me-"
And the girl. Fingall was such as
Shou McGaun, all fire and heart and
devil-may-care. She-she was not beau
tiful except in the eye. nut that was
like fame of red and blue. Her hair,
too then, would trip her, IL It hung
loose. That was all, except that she
loved him too much. But WOmen-et
puts when a woman gets 4 man be-
tween her and the heaven above and
the earth beneath, and there comes
the great hunger, what is the good? a
man cannot understand, but he can see
and he can fear. What is the good ?
To play with life, that is not much, but
TO play with a soul is more than a thou
sand lives Look a Cynthie.'
He paused and Lawless waited pa
tiently- He knew Pierre well
Presently Pierre went on.
"FingaH was gentil. He would take
off his hat to a squaw. 1t made no diff
ference what others did; he didn't
think; il was like breathing to him.
How can YOU tell the way things hap
pen? Cynthies father kept the tavern
at St Gabriels Fork, over against the
great SaWmtU FingatI was foreman of
Il gang n the lumber yard. Cynthie
has a brother-Feun Fem was as bad
as they make, but she loved him and
Fingall knew it well. while he hated
the young skunk. The girls eyes were
like. two little firefies when Fingall
was about. and what he thought of her
he said TO me once, They are the kind
God made for the whole year round
He was a gentleman though he had
only half a name-Fingan-like that!
I think he did not expect to stay; he
seemed to be waiting for something,
for always when the mail came in he
would be there. and afterward YOU
wouldn't see him for a time. SO it
seemed to me that he made up his mind
TO think nothing of Cynthie, and to say
nothing
..Fingall, Fingan. Oh, Fingau,''
The strange, sweet, singing voice
sounded nearer.
she is coming this way, Pierre" said
Lawless
7 hope not to see her. What is the
eood2"
well, let us have the rest of the
story"
Her brother Fem was IN Fingalrs
gang, One day there was trouble. Fem
called Fingall a liar. The gang stopped
piliug. They expected the usual thing
1t did not come. F'ingaU told him to
leave the yard and they would settle
some other time That night there was
q wicked thing. We We're sitting in
the barroOm when we heard two shots
and then a fail. We ran into the other
room. There was Fem on the floor,
dying. He lifted himself on his elbow,
pointed at FingaH and fell back. The
father of the boy stood white and still.
a few feet away. There was no pistol
showing-none at all. The men closed
in on Fingall now. He did not stir,
he seemed to be thinking of something
else. He had a puzzled, sUrrOWful look.
Inc mel lOdIeu dIOullu HILL buA iiO
waved them back for a moment and
looked first at the father. then at the
son. I could not understand at first.
Some one pulled a pistol out of Fin
CALLS pocket and showed It. At thu
moment Cynthie came in She gave a
cry. I do not want to hear q cry like
that often. She fell on her knees beside
the boy and caught his head to her
breast. Then, with a wild look, she
asked who did 1t. They had just taken
ont the hqTTnOTn They
did not tell her his name, for they
knew that she loved him.
ID" Father she said all at once, have
you killed the man that killed Fenn?'
THE old man shook his head. There
was a sick color in his face
Then 1 will kin him. she said.
she laid her brothers head down
and stood UP. Some one put in her
hand the pistol and told her it was the
same that had killed Fem. She took
II up and came with us. The old man
stood still where he was. He was like
stone. I looked at him for a minute
and thought. then I turned round and
went 10 the barrOOm- The old man
followed. Just as 1 got inside the door,
I saw the girl start back and her hand
drop for she saw that il was Fingafi.
He was looking at her very strange. It
was the rule TO empty the gun into a
man who had been sentenced. anS al
ready Fingall had heard his God, have
mercy The girl was to dc 70.
''Ffngall said to her in a muffed
voice Fire, Cynthie-'
II guessed what she would do. In a
kind of dream she raised the pistol up
up-up. till 7 could see tx was out Of
range OF his head, and she fired One,
two, three. four, five, Finga1 never
moved a muscle. But the bullets spot
ted the wall at the side of his head
She paused after the FIVE. but the arm
was still held out and her finger was
on the trigger. She seemed to be i'm a
dream There were only six chambers
in the gun. and. Of course, one chamber
was empty. Fem had its bullet IN
his lungs. as we thought. Some one
beside Cynthie touched her arm, push
ing il down. But there was another
shot: and this time. because of the push
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