The news=record. [volume] (Enterprise, Wallowa County, Oregon) 1907-1910, 1909-09-29

twice in sharp succession, the sounds
crashing against the house, and the
flashes lighting up the struggling horse
and rider, and Raridan, clutching at the
bridle Raridan's hold loosened at the
first shot, and as the, second echoed into
the night, the horse leaped free, running
madly down the road, past Bishop Della
field. who was coming rapidly toward the
house. Wheaton and Saxton met in the
driveway where Raridan had fallen. The
flying horse could be heard pounding
down the hard road.
Wary, Warry!" called Saxton, on
his knees by his friend. Hold the lam
term he said to Wheaton. Hes hurt"
Raridan said nothing, but lay very still,
moaning.
who's hurt?" asked the bishop, COM
ing up. Saxton had recovered his own
lantern as he ran from the house. 1t was
still burning and Wheaton turned up the
wick. The three men bent over Raridan,
who lay as he had fallen.
"We must get him inside" said Sax
ton. "The horse knocked him down.
The bishop bent over and put his arms
under Raridan; and gathering him up as
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carried him slowly toward the house.
Wheaton started ahead with the lantern,
but Saxton snatched it from him and ran
through the doors into the hall, and back
to the dining-room.
"Come in here" he called, and the old
bishop followed, bearing Raridan careful
ly in his great arms. The others helped
him to place his burden on the long table
at which, in Poindexter's day, many light
hearted companies had gathered. They
peered down upon him in the lantern
light.
1T was another-another of my fool
ish chances" said Wary family and
slowly, the words coming hard but all
in the room could hear. He looked from
one to another. "The boys safe and well.
We got what we came for. Just once
just once-I got what i came for. 1t
wasn't fair-in the dark that way"
His voice failed. He lay very still for
several minutes.
II never-quite arrived-quite-
ed" he went on, with his eyes on the old
bishop, as II this were something that he
would understand; 'but you must forgive
all that" He smIleu in a patient, tired
way.
"You have been good man, Wary,
there's nothing that can trouble you"
II was really doing better, wasn't I,
John?" he went on, still smiling you
had helped-you two"-he looked from
his young friend to the older one, with
the intentness Of his near-sighted gaze.
''Tell them"-his eyes closed and his voice
sank until 1t was almost inaudible-"tell
them at the hill-Evelyn-the light of all
of all-the year."
The wind sweeping across the prairie
shook the windows in the room and moan
ed far away in the lonely house. The
bishops great hand rested gently on the
dying mans head; his voice rose in sup
plcation-the words coming slowly, as II
he remembered them from far-off time:
Unto Gods gracious mercy and pro-
lection we commit thee" Saxton drop
ped to his knees, and a sob broke from
him. 'The Lord bless thee, and keep
thee. The Lord make his face to shine
upon thee, and be gracious unto thee"
The old mans voice was very low, and
sank to a whisper. 'The Lord lift up his
countenance upon thee and give thee
peace. both now and evermore."
Ito be continued.)