The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1909-01-26

PaySOl WITH the u0TedS0UiNy anu I'LL
restrained passion that sways even the
highest of her sex.
She very sensibly took refuge from
her perplexing problems by jumping
into the active life of the ranch
Faithfully she tried to perform all
that she thought Jack would have
done Her father and mother wanted
her to come back to her old home until
he returned. There she would have
more company and fewer memories OF
Jack surrounding her. Each offer,
each suggestion. was kindly but firmly
put aside. When Jack returned she
must be the first to welcome him.
Echo and her father, who was look
ing after his own cattle on the round
up, rode up to the chuck wagon after
Parenthesis and Sagebrush crossed the
valley to mete out justice to Peruna
and fight out any attempts at rescue
Dismounting, Echo walked YEARLY
to the fire and sat down on a box
Bravely though she tried to conceal 1t,
the strain was beginning to tell upon
her. The tears would come at times
despite her efforts to fight them Off.
The burden was so heavy for her
young shoulders to bear.
A note from Slim, written at Fort
Grant with a lead pencil on a sheet Of
manila paper, told her briefly that he
was going into the lava beds with the
troops, as the Apaches were out. Dick
and Jack, he wrote, were somewhere
in the lava beds and he would bring
them back with him. She dared not
let herself think of the Apaches and
the horrors of their cruelties.
Better let me get you somethin' to
eat" said her father. returning from
picketing the horses.
Echo smiled wanly at her fathers
solicitude Il am not hungry, dad"
Jim seated himself by the fire. He
recognized his helplessness in this trou-
BILE.
"You been in the saddle since sun
up" he said you amt had nuthin'
to eat since breakfast. l don't see
what keeps you alive"
Hope dad. hope. 1t is what we
women live upon. My heart isn't here.
It's out in the desert behind yon noun
tains-with Jack"
There. there: don't take on so,
honey"
Kneeling beside her father. she laid
her head on his lap, as she did in
childhood when overwhelmed with the
Of tIa nolyi nty
into his eyes, she sighed: "Oh, dad.
it's all so tangled. | haven't known
a peaceful moment since he went
away I've sent him away into God
knows what unfriendly lands, perhaps
never to return. never to know how
much loved him.
Patting her head as if she were n
tired child. he said: It'll all come out
right in the end. You can't never tell
from the sody card what's in hook at
the bottom Of the deck"
Further condolences between father
and daughter were interrupted by the
boys of the roundup dashing up to the
wagon. with Peruna in the midst Of
the group. Peruna had been disarmed.
Dragging the prisoner from his bron
cho, they led him before Allen. who
had risen from his seat.
whats all this. boys?" asked the
ranchman.
Sagebrush. as foreman, explained.
''This here's Peruna Of the Lazy K
outfit
Allen looked at the prisoner, who
maintained Sullen silence. What's
he been dOiH?"
mostly everything, but Fresno
caught him red handed brandin' one of
our yearlin's," cried Sagebrush.
Its lie"' broke in Peruna, glanc-
ing doggedly from one to another Of
his guards. He knew death was the
penalty of the crime of which he stood
accused. He felt that a stout denial
would gain him time and that Buck
and his outfit might come up and save
him.
polite your conversation in the pres
ence of lady" cried Parenthesis. nod
ding toward Echo.
''That calf was follerin' my cow"
answered Peruna sullenly.
at was follerin' one of our long
horned Texas COWS with the Sweetwa-
ter brand spread all over her." shouted
Show Low, moving menacingly toward
the covering Peruna
Fresno he calls him" continued Sage
brush. taking ~ the story. AN this
here bad man turns loose his battery
an wings Fresno some bad. Then lit
tie Billie Nicker comes along, an Pc
runa plugs him solid"
Poor Billie had been Show Lows
bunkie on many "a long drive. That
veteran now paid this last tribute to
his friend Billie, who amt never
done 40 harm to no one
He reached fer his gum began Pc
runa. Sagebrush would not let him
finish his lame defense
you shet upr' he cried. I'VE don't
| want your kind on this range, an the
quicker that's published the quicker
We'll get shet of you. We're goin' to
take the law in our own hands now