The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1908-04-02
turn perfectly. so far us your limited

turn perfectly. so far as your limited
information extends. In strict conf.
denoc l propose now to impart TO you
what has hitherto remained a pro
found secret. Upon special request Of
number OF influential citizens OF
Placer, including the city marshal and
other officials. expressed In mass
meeting. have decided upon desert.
ing that sagebrush metropolis to its
Just fate. and plan TO add the influ.
ence OF my presence to the future de.
velopment OF Glencaid. | learn that
the climate there is more salubrious.
more conducive TO long living. the citi
zens of Placer being peculiarly oxcit
able and careless with their fire.
arms"
The sergeant had been listening
with open mouth. The hell you sayi"
he finally calculated.
THE undefiled truth. every word OF
II. No wonder you are shocked. A
fine state Of affairs. isn't IL, when o
plain-spoken. pleasart.mannered gen
tleman. such as | surely ana uni
yersity graduate, by all the gods. the
nephew Of a United States senator.
and acknowledged TO be the greatest
exponent of scientific poker in this ter.
ritory,-should be obliged TO hastily
change his chosen place Of abode be.
cause OF the threat Of an ignorant and
depraved mob. Ever have a rope dan
gled In front OF your eyes. sergeant,
and a gun-barrel biting into your cheek
at the same time? Accept my word
for 1t, the experience is trying on the
nerves. Ran a perfectly square game
too, and those ducks knew e: bu;
there's no true sporting spirit left In
this territory any more. However.
spilled milk is never worth sobbing
over. and Fate always contrives to
play the final hand in any game, and
stocks the cards TO win"
"A breath Of good. honest prayer
would serve better than anything
else" groaned the sergeant. soberly.
The gray eyes resting thoughtfullJ
on the old soldiers haggard face be
came instantly grave and earnest.
Sincerely / wish | might aid yot
with one" the man admitted. but J
fear. old fellow. any prayer coming
from my lips would never ascend very
far. However. might try the com
fort OF hymn, and you will remember
this one. which. no doubt. you have
helped to sing back In Gods country"
There was a moments hushet
pause. during which nHe cracked
sharply out in the ravine: then the
reckless fellow. his head partially sup
ported against the protecting bowlder
lifted up a full. rich barytone in rendi
ton OF that hymn OF Christian faith
Nearer my God. TO Theei
Nearer TO Thce'
Zen though u be cross
That raiseth me.
Sull oil my song shall be,
Nearer. my God. 20 Thee.
Nearer TO Thee"
Glazed and wearied eyes glanced
cautiously toward the singer around
the edges of protecting rocks; fingers
loosened their grasp upon the rifle bar
rels: smoke-begrimed cheeks became
moist: while lips. a moment before
profaned by oaths. grew silent and
trembling. Out In front a reyengeful
brave sent his bullet swirling just
above the singers head. the sharp
fragments of rock dislodged falling In
a shower upon his upturned face; but
the fearless rascal sang serenely on
to the end, without a quayer.
Mistake IL fer a death song likely"
he remarked dryly. while the last
clear. lingering note, reechoed by the
cliff, died reluctantly away in softencd
cadence. Beautiful old song. ser
geant, and ! trust hearing Il again has
done you good. Sang II once Ia q
church way back In New England.
But what is the trouble? Did you call
me for some special reason?"
Yes" came the almost gruff re
Spouse; for Wyman. the fever steal
ing back upon him. felt half ashamed
of his unshed tears. That is. pro
vided you retain sufficient sense TO
listen. Old ellis was shot over an
hour ago, yonder behind that big
bowlder. and his girl sits there still
holding his head in her lap. She'll get
hit also unless somebody pulls her out
OF there. and she's doing no good &c
Gillis-hc's dead"
Hampton's clear-cut. expressive face
became graver, all trace of reckless
ness gone from IL. He lifted his head
cautiously. peering over his rock cover
toward where he remembered eayssf
in the fight ellis had sougbs refuge.
CTo BE COlyTINUED)
A Sure Cure.
F. Marion Crawford. at a dinner IN