The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-05-23

would lie very sui ana perhaps ne
would waken in camp with Jensen and
Little Jean snoring peacefully and the
pack mules snorting and paving out in
the darkness. He would lie very still
and perhaps IL would all pass away.
A voice from the cliff above startled
him from the dizzy swOon Of exhaustion.
''Well?"
He lifted his fevered eyes and stared
upward. He saw a face Ieering down
upon him. 1t was the face Of Little
Jean.
How do you like it?'' said the face.
Jean, Jean" gasped Fallon. "Aint
I had enough? You know I'm sorry
and I'll do anything you say but this.
1t amt the day that hurts most; it's
the night, Jean; for Gods sake, don't
make be go through with it again.
"Bellyache over facts, EN-, Mike ?"
said the leering face. It's a fact, amt
it? Sort of brutal; but it's a fact,
amt it? Here. Mike. a bit thirsty.
amt you2"
A tin cup tumbled down the cliff and
fell within arm-reach of Fallon. He
grasped at it greedily. put 1t to his lips
then dropped il and groaned, hiding
his face in his arms.
"Oh, it's empty all right" jeered the
voice above. IT'S empty Jensen spilled
il. you know. Last drop Of drink In all
the world-aRd Jensen went and spilled
( it,
Fallon got up grooming and stumb led
east Somewhere thousands and thou
sands of miles to the east there was a
rivera very vague, dream-like river
rolling down thousands of millions Of
tin cups OF water to the sea- Hence
forth the force that impelled him was
not in the rear; it was ahead of him,
| somewhere IN the east, pulling him Ike
/ lOadstone.
As he went he heard dimly a jesr-
ling. pitiless voice from behind that fol-
lowed him with a song no longer roll
| licking, but savage as battle cry:
As ] went on my way
! met three riders fair:
One was tall and one was short
And one had yellow hair.
With ira Ia lay, and a ira Ia 10,
! Blue eyes and yellow hair.
/ Three riders very fair
/ Vaguely vaguely. FallOn remembered
/ that he had sung it-ages ago, perhaps.
But now there was no past; there was
only a vast, untraversable future. and
/ beyond that somewhere. somehow, an
talIuring heaven Of waters.
/ Days passed, and Little Jean followed
the trail of Fallon. He found no fur
Their occasion to urge the others flight
/ with a shot. He marveled at the kill
/ ing pace set by the refugee. And little
/ BY little a sense Of sorrow grew UP in
him. The fierce fires of his Gallo tenn
/ permanent had burned themselves out.
and he could feel the chill OF regret
! creeping into his soul.
His nights were filled with dreams Of
a naked man. crouched in his own
I ~T-oEfwr -rOn4z.d -
turned upward from a sun burned
gulch. Often through his restless sleep
he heard the cry: Jean, Jean, amt ]
had enough?"
And one morning he awakened with
a heartache such as ne had never felt
before He found that he could not
eat; somehow the grub stuck in his
throat. The day before he had lost the
trail and until nightfall he had sought
vainly. for II. With hand at brow he
stared into the dawn-lit waste. but saw
no FaIlon. A great food Of pity rushed
into his soul and drowned the last
4 smothering embers Of his rage.
It was enough, He would find Falion
that day and make IT all up 10 him. For
after all. q man is only a man. Had
not this man stood naked under a burn
ing sky crying to his God2 And who
was Jean Deroin that he should judge
and punish
/ Where was FallOn2 He would find
FaIlon. He would put his arms about
the neck Of FallOn and together they
would beg forgiveness OF Cod
The nlercural temperament OF his an
( cestors now changed about and pitieo
more than il had hated before.
Up and down round and round in
and out around the sun-baked gulche;
trOtted Little Jean like a frustrated
bloodhound nosiug for the trail
"Fallou, Fallon, FaiIon,'
| Under the blazing sun, into the sultr1