The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1908-10-25

mellow sunlight. with the air singing
past Whcrc2 Whcn3
Not for "A fraction Of a second. how
ever. did his gaze wavcr He knew that
the Hat on which the town was built iell
away in hollow ravinc TO the south'
ward--he could see il from the cabin
doorway--a stretch of breakneck road
only n mile ahead. Could the child hold
on3 Could he distance those trenzied
hoofs in time? The arrow of the indl-
Gator stole forward on the dial,
Far behind. as the crowd watched, a
cry arose from the hotel balcony. lt
was Barney McGinn, the freighter, WIN
a glass at his eye. - He's gaining,
he shouted. He has almost overtakcn
the horse, -
The horse s first fury Of speed WAS
firing, The steel stocd was creeping
closer. a thunder of hoots in pursuit
would have maddened the dying animal,
but the gliding thing that was now, so
close 10 him came ON with nolscleSs
swiftness Harry had reserved, with
the nicely Of practiced hand. last m
crement of speed With tho front wheels
at the horse s flank, he drew suddenly
on this As the car responded, no
swcrved it sharply in, and, holding with
one hand, leaned out far from the step,
and lifted the child from the saddle;
The automobile halted again before
the hotel amid a hush The men who n
little while before had been ripe for
violence. now stood in shamefaccd 81.
lence. 1t was Jessica who ran forward
and took the child, still sobbing little,
from Harry's hands. Ono long look
passed between them-a look on her
part brimming with great gratitude
for his lifting of her weight of dread
and conjunction, and with something
besides that mantled her cheeks with
rich color. She kissed the child and
placed il in her fathers arms,
Dcvlin IS countcnance broke up. He
struggled TO speak. but could not, and,
burying his face in the child g dress and
crying like baby, he crossed the street
hastily TO his own door
Harry stepped 10 the pavement with
a dull kind of embarrassment Mt the
manifold scrutiny. He had miscon-
strued Jessica s flushing silence. and the
inference stuug. The fierce zest was
gone, and the ranking barb OF accusa-
ton smarted. He should apologize to
the owner, he reflected satirically, for
helping himself to the automobile-he
who stole gold dust. no at whose door
the town laid its unferreted thieveries!
He who was tho scapegoat for the
town g offensesl
That owner. in very fact. stood Just
then in the hotel doorway regarding
him with interest He was the sheriff
forward. when an interruption occurred.
4 scuffle and a weak bark sounded, and
n lean brown streak shot across the
pavement.
a. Rummy' cried Harry. Rum
my!n
Through some chiuk of the dead wall
in his brain the name slipped out, n
tiny atom of Hotsam retrieved from the
wreck of memory. That was all, but TO
the animal which had Just found its
lost mastor, the word meant sublima-
tion of delight. the clearing of the pu2-
zlo of namelcssness that had perplcXed
its canine brain. The dogs heaven was
reached!
Down on his knees on the pavement
went Harry. with his arms about that
starved. palpitating little creature, and
his cheek against its shaggy coat. In
another moment he had picked II up in
his arms aud was walking up the street.
Late that night Tom Fielder, sitting
in his office, heard the story of the run
away from the sheriif's lips. He him
self had been in court at the time.
"And the horse7' he asked
"In the hollow, with his back
broken said the sheriff.
The LAWYER sprang from his chair.
"Good God!' ne exclaimed. "How can
man like that ever have been scoun-
drel7''
The sheriff rellt bis dead cirgar re
hectivelv. "lt S a curious thing he
said. They are saying on the street
that he s sent Prendergast packing
He III have TO watch out-tbe old taran,
tula will sting him if he cant
Harry Sanderson went back to his
cabin with strong feeling OF exalta.
tion and ointment-cxaltation AZ
the recurrence of something of his old
adventures. disappointment at the
flushed silence with which Jessica had
received the child.