The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1907-08-29

other" Do tue
Wen, 1t all depends on how much
vi the mountain spirit you've got T.
mas been Ben Garrettson's boast for
years that his daughter is the hoSt
shot IN the country, and thar she sto,.n
as ready as a son to defend bim-to
MI the man who injured her father"
one nodded her head. ut Is trre
Wheh my mother died, daddy quit the
leuus' destroyed his stills and bos
tried TO live right ever since He Is
oia now and not able to defend him.
sell, but his daughter is both able and
willing, and the man who raises his
hand against him must answer to her
for it." ~ Ne'
NO one, looking into the earnest
young face, could have doubted the
genuine grit that backed her assertion.
He doesn't like Hearst?"
NO; that is my one sorrow. I have
olteh seen Harrys face go white at
the leering things daddy sometimes
says TO him, but he has promised me
ne VIII never quarrel with my father"
Daw Simpleton's supreme hour had
| come.
Your idol can break his promise
the same as other men, for he shot
Ben Garrettson dead not more than
twenty minutes ago."
A sharp pain made its way through
the depths of the mans degradation
as he saw the small brown hands grasp
a snowy wilderness steal over the
pretty face.
charlie Garrettson, a delicate blue.
eyed boy who had crept into the EN-.
brace of his sisters arm, looked up
into her face with quick apprehension.
He petted the hand on the gate for a
moment with his own wee ones, than
went back to the house with a hop,
skip and a jump that spells boy the
world over.
hentucky's voice was quite steady
when she AIDED: Where and what
for?"
1t was characteristic of the man that
she no more doubted his word than she
would have doubted the evidence of
her own eyes. His faults were many,
but it had always been said of Daw
Simpleton that nothing would induce
him to lie..
AT Oontier's saw-mill-he called
Hearst a coward"
Good by Daw. You must go now,
I've got man to kill, and my father
to bury-quite enough work for one
small woman in one day is it not?'
All the soft gentleness seemed to have
fallen from her. Her step was firm
and her head thrown proudly erect
as she walked back to the house.
Charlie watched her with anxious
eyes as she picked up a pistol lying
on the table and examined it.
Why Charlie, my pistol is not lead.
ed. | didn't think you ever failed to
keep it in trim
Must load it now, sis?" There |
was a note of agony in the boys voice.
mo, my Winchester will do as well, |
maybe better-it's sure"
Charlie took as tender care of his |
sisters gun as many people 90 of |
their children. Doctor Hearst often
took him for a hunt, but could not |
persuade him to shoot at the game.
Il just can't" Charlie once said, II
love the feel of the gun-to squint my
eye down the barrel, and hear the noise
it makes, but | just can't kill any
thing"
The next time Doctor Hearst came |
he put box of cartridges in the lads |
hands and sair: They only make a
noise, Charlie"
Gontier's saw-mill was only mile
from the Garrettson cabin, and Ken
lucky was not long in reaching 1t.
The mill was quiet and number of /
men were standing near a stretcher
IN which Ben Garrettson was lying.
Doctor Hearst kneft beside him, put
ing the last touch to some bandages.
The men started when they saw Ken
lucky, and one of them calculated,
Fine thing fur him he lit out fore
she got here!" But the girl neither
saw nor heard them. She saw moth
ng but the helpless object on the
ground, and the man who rose to
meet her.
Il am so sorry, Kentucky" and Doc
Tor Hearsts voice was deep with ten
ierness, Il was just coming to you.
He will" IL
mot another word; Stand still If you
please. You haven't. chance. it's
ueo for a life %