The Roswell daily record. [volume] (Roswell, N.M.) 1903-current, 1907-08-30

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Nav; 1 don't see nuthin'. Ye amt
COR cracked, hev We? Whose pic
ture?"
ITS THERETO Lord!-it's there,
Ny Godi can't ye see?-An' it's his
facial a-g1eamin' with green flames
Holy Mary-an' I amt seen It.
afore in-15 year,"
He seemed suddenly to collapse, and
the stranger permitted him to drop
limp to the earth.
Darn if 1 kin see anythin', old
man, but I'll scout round thar a bit,
jest ter ease yer mind, In see what 1
kin skeer up"
He had hardly taken a half dozen
steps before Murphy called after him:
"Don't-don't go an leave me-it's
no there now-thet's queer!"
The other returned and stood gazing
down upon his huddled figure. You're
a fine scout! afeard O. spooks. Do We
lake these yere turns often? Fer IL
We do, 1 reckon as how I'd sooner be
rtdin' alone"
Murphy struggled to his feet and
gripped the others arm. Never he'd
nuthin' like it-afore. But-but it was
thar-all creepy-an' green-ain't seen
thet face-in Is year."
What face?"
"A fellow I knew-once. He
he's dead"
The other grunted d~isdainfully. Bad
luck ter see them sort" he volun-
teered, solemnly. Blame glad 1t
warn't me es see 1t, an l don't NOW
az I keer much right now bou keep
In company with ye fer very long.
However, 1 reckon if either of us cal
culates IN doin, much ridin' ternight,
we better stop foolin' with ghosts, an
go ter saddlin' up"
They made rapid work of it, the
newcomer proving somewhat loqua-
cious, yet holding his voice to a judi
cious whisper. 1t was he who led the
way down the bank, the four horses
slowly splashing through the shallow
water to the northern shore. Before
them stretched a broad plain. h sur
face rocky and Uneven, the northern
stars obscured by ridges of higher
land. Murphy promptly gave his
horse he spur, " once glancing
behind, while the other initiated his
example, holding his animal well in
check. being apparently the better
mounted.
They ID silently. The way be-
came more broken and rough as they
advanced, causing them to exercise
greater caution. Flying clouds OBJ
scured h stars. yet through the riffs
they caught fleeing glimpses sufh-
Client to hold them to their course.
And the e~ncroaching hills swept in
closer upon either hand, leaving them
C1rOnin0 fhoir hofUaon oC in q
pocket, yet aver advancing north.
Finally they attained to the steep
bank of a considerable stream, found
the water of sufficient depth to compel
swimming, and crept up the opposite
shore dripping and miserable, yet with
ammunition dry. Murphy stood swear
ing disjointedly, wiping the blood from
a wound in his forehead where the
jagged edge of a rock had broken the
skin, but suddenly stopped with a
painting. The other man crept toward
hs- leading his horse.
What is 1t now?" he asked, grufny.
Hev' ye got 'em agin?"
The dazed l scout stared. point
ing directly across h other's Shout
der, his arm shaking desperately.
- lAaks ak AIo LIS A6SOs OAS
! God!I know it's year."
The man glanced backward into the
pitch darkness. but without moving
his body.
There's nuthin' u there. less it's
q FREELY" he insisted, in a o of con-
tempt. You're plum crazy. Murphy;
the nights got on yer nerves. What
In 1t We think We see?"
avYl- -- Ill wr4H n0-k Eno-9
It's all green and CHASTITY. with snaky
flames playin' about it! But I know;
16 years, an / amt forgot"
He sank down feebly-sank until he
was on his knees. his head craned for
ward. The man watching touched the
miserable, hunched-up figure compass
sionately. and it shook beneath his
hand, endeavoring to shrink away.
my God! was tibet you? I thought
it was him a-rsachin' fer me. Here,
let me AXE yer hand. Oh. Lord. An
can't ye see? It's just there beyond
nish-but it's him."
"who?"
"Brant! Brant-15 yeari"
"Brant? Fifteen oyears? Do you
mean Maj. Brant, the n Nolan killed
over at Bethunef
"He-he DIDN'T
The old man heaved forward, his
head rocking from side to side; then
suddenly he toppled over on his face.
gasping for breath His companion
caught him and ripped open the heavy
flannel shirt. Then he strobe savage
~ across in front OF his shrinking horse.
tore down the daring picture. and
hastily thrust it into his pocket. the
light of the PHOSPHORUS with which it
had been rubbed being reflected for n
moment on his features.
"A dirty, miserable. low7down trick
he muftered. Poor Did DEVIL Yet
rye got to do It for the little girl.