The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1907-07-27

so nobiy endured. This man, in short,
ere he fell SO low, must have been great,
either in virtue or in vice but assuredy
there was nothing common about him
and mighty heart beat in his BOSOM
There was rather long silence, during
which the two men INDUCED in thought
The wind howled flercely over their heads,
| the eddying snow was piling UP around
them and the echoes of the canyons seem
ed to utter notes of complaint 1t was
horrible night. Beyond the circle of
light produced by the Pickering flame of
the watch fire all was buried in dense
gloom.
Now that the ice is broken between
u.s. the traveller said in friendly voice,
for we have been sitting at the same
fire and have eaten together-the moment
has arrived, l fancy, for us to become
thoroughly acquainted"
The stranger nodded his head silently.
1t was gesture that could be inter
preted afirmatiyely or negatively, at
pleasure.
For twenty years l have been trav-
ersing the prairies and great savannahs
in every direction, and shall probably
continue to do so till an Indian bullet
comes from some thicket to stop my wan
behring's forever. Towns are hateful TO
me. And now, mate, you know me as
well as | do myself. I will merely add,
in conclusion, that my name among the
white men, my countrymen, is Valentine
Guillois, and among the redskins, my
adopted fathers, Koutenepi."
The speech, which the hunter had COM
menced in that clear voice and with that
careless accent hsbtual to him. terminal
ed involuntariy, under the pressure of the
flood of saddened memories that rose from
his heart, and when he concluded he let
his head fall sadly on his chest with a
"gh that resemblcd sob. The stranger
egnrded him for moment with an ex-
preston of gentle commiseration.
You have suffered" he said; "suf-
fered in your love, suffered in your friend
ship. Your history is that of all men in
this world; who of us but at a given
hour has felt his courage yield beneath
the weight of grief? You are alone.
friendless, abandoned by all, voluntary
exile, far from the men who only inspire
you with hatred and contempt: you prefer
the society of wild beasts less ferocious
than they, but at any rate you live, while
l am dead man ~
The hunter started and looked in
amazement at the speaker.
II suppose you think me mad?" he con-
tinued with a melancholy smile; "reas-
sure yourself, it is not So | am in full
possession of my senses, and my thoughts
are clear and lucid For all that. though.
repeat to you. l am dead, dead in the
sight of my relations and friends, dead to
the whole world in fine. Mine is a
strange story, and one that you would
recognize through one word. were you a
Mexican or had travelled in certain re-
gions of Mexico"
ibid / not tell you that for twenty
years have been travelling over every
part Of American the traveller replied.
What is the word? Can you tell it me?'
"Why not? ! am alluding to the name
l bore while I was still living man."
what is that name?"
1T had acquired certain celebrity.
but | doubt whether it has remained in
your memory.
"Who knows? Perhaps you are mis-
taken"
'Well, since you insist, learn, then.
that / was called Martial ell Tigrero."
You" the astonished hunter exclaim-
ed. why, that is impossible ~
"Of course so, since / am Dead" the
stranger answered, bitterly.