Daily Arizona silver belt., 1909-05-08

InSure III Sun0uette Ag1lnsl the day. The trader brought the girl to her fos. J ter mother, who began to talk in her own tongue with rapidity none of them had ever heard before, her voice as tender as some wild birds song. Then the. two women went aways to- gether around the store into the house. Poleon had told Necia all the amazing story that had come to him that dire. ful night. all that he had overheard, all that he knew and much that he guessed. TT s1
 The priest came Into the store short ly, ard the men fell upon him for in- formation. for nothing was. to be gained from Poleon, who seemed strangely fagged and weary and who had said but little. ssS
 "Yes, yes, yesr' laughed Father Bar mum. "rli tell ycu all | know, of course. but first must meet Lieutcfi. ant Burrel and take him by the hand" The story did not lose in his telling. particularly when he came to 6e-criba the fight on the grsvel lar whi h no man had seen and of winch Po'eon had told him little, but the good priest was of a militant turn, und his blue eyes glittered and flashed like an old crusader's H iA
 "It was a wondrous combat" he de- clared, with all the spirit of specta- tor. "for Poleon advanced barehanded and beat him down even as the man fired into his face" tA The Frenchman moved uneasily.
 "Waal. I don know. He ain fight so hard" 39 @5 ~al ta z 45ssf
 "You couldn't find no trace of himY' said Lee. ,,
 "No trace whatever" Father Bar mum replied, "but he will surely reach some place, of refuge where we can pick him up, for the days are stil mid and the woods full of berries"
 ~I'li be on the lookout for him." said the lieutenant grimiy. af@a
 When the voiuble cid rriest had at last exhausted his narrative he re. Quested of Burreli the piivie:e ofsa few words and drew him apart from the others. Ills face was warm wi.h Understanding. c slSf ie aitSwe z
 "I had a long conversation with my little girl. for she is like daughter to inc, and discovered the depth of her love for you. Do you love her as much as you shouldy' aF ] "As much as can. They don't make words or numbers big enough to tell | hrx dna, chx ata 4.,,
 'Then why delay? Tomorrow leave again, and one never knows what day may bring forth"
 "But Stark?' the young man cried. "He's her father, you know. He's like a madnan, and she's still under age"
 Il know very little of law outside of the church" the father observed; but, as understand 1t, If she marries be- fore he forbids her the law will hold him powerless. Now, he has never made himself known to her, he has never forbidden her anything, and, al- though my conclusion may not be cor rect, believe 1t Is. and you have chance if you make haste. At your age, my boy, never needed spur" "A spur? Good Lord! I'm from Kentucky"
 Once she is yours before God your hold will be stronger in the eyes of men. fl am wrong and he takes her from you-well, may some other priest rcwed you two. shan't."
 Don't worry" laughed Burrell, ablaze at the thought. You're the only preacher who'll kiss my bride, for I'm jealous man, and all the Starks and all the fathers In the world won't get her away from me. Do you think she'll do it?''
 "A woman in love will do anything" Burrell seized the little man by the hand. If had known more law you Eeeln't have given me, this hint.'
 Together they went into the traders Sack in the store there was silence after the priest and the soldier went out, which Gale broke at last:
 This forgiveness talk is all right, suppose, but want Runnion."
 wen git him, too" growled Leo, at which Poleon uttered curt exclama- | t,on: e2AFt
 "No! R2
 'Why not?" said the miner. "Waal,' the Canadian drawled slow ly, then paused to light the cigarette ne had rolled in a bit of wrapping pa per, inhaled the smoke deeply to the bottom of hts lungs. held 1t there moment and blew 1t out through mouth and nostrlls before adding, "you'n jus be wastin' tam'w
 Gale looked up from beneath his thatch of brow and asked quietly: "Why?" a9 e. ..... "You member story tol' you wan day two, tree mont ago" Poleon re- marked, with apparent evasion, "'bout Johnny Platt wat ketch on de Por. cupine all ct up by skeeter bugs"
 "I do," answered Gale. ... ~Waal''--he met their eyes square. y, then drew another long breath from his cigarette--.I'm jus hopin' nobody don pick it mp dis Runnion feller de same way. Mebbe dey fu' aees hans tie' behin' i'm wit piece of