The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1909-07-13

never marry you-that he will never
give his consent"
"But I've given mine"
I'VE can't marry at home"
"Gretnn Green is chose" 7
"He SAYS he will kill me If I steal
you"
"And he world keep his word il he
said IT,"
s"Thcn, what are we to do?"
"Marry, OF course. But I'm in hur-
nv now, and have no time to talk and
plan with you. Go on, now"
zone kiss, please" ~
'Not one, sir"
ooh. please"
"Wen, there" and she kissed her
finger tips, threw them toward him and
fed.
THAT night, as Fred Peterson lay in
his bedroom, tossing to and fro-fever-
ish, unable to sleep. striving. with all
his glowing faculties. to formulate
plan by which he could obtain his
hearts treasure and at the time
live to enjoy it. he was startled by
light tap on the window. He listened
intently. and the tap was repeated
this time quite loud. He rose up to
sitting posture and listened again.
Some time elapsed. then came short
rap on the pane. He couldn't be mis-
| taken now Some one was at the win
| dow. He arose. procured his revolver,
and slipped cautiously to the window.
The night was cutie dark. but his eyes
vaguely outlined figure outside.
"Who's out there? What is wanted?'
he called
"You are wanted" came back in
mysterious tones.
''Who are your" .s
"Raise the window and see."
"It's too dark to see.".
"Then hear and feeL"
II fear it's burglar"
"The burglar doesn't want much"
"Wha! does the burglar want?"
"Only YOU"
He raised the window and cautiously
thrust out his head.
He couldn't see a face, but two soft,
warm lips accidentally ran against his
own. And two arms that he thought he
recognized, went around LIS ncck-all
by accident.
Get on your things, darling" said a
voice in tones affectedly masculine.
"Come quick, dear, before your stern
old father hears Is. The coast is clear,
darling. but-ha. ha!-there is no time
to lose. Two gallant steeds await, i'm
patiently, our coming"
"Oh. er-I fear" hesi:a.ed Fred.
"Truc love fears nothing" spoke the
one on tie outside. half appealing, hall
commanding. adding. in half serious
half laur G'sss tones: "Corsc, while yet
the day crol.ches under the eastern
wall. while yet upon thy cruel fathers
cyelids press .he leaden fingers OF deep
sleep. Soon the bird OF dawning will
begin to drive the damp dari. with his
long, high notes. Come, sweet crea-
tu-e, come away and let's be one ere
comes another day."
Fred hesitated no longer. but hastily
dressed and had SOFA crawled through
the window. landing in the odcrous en-.
brace of his nocturnal visitant.
A soft, warm palm embraced his fin.
gers, and an eager, sweet voice said
Come, this way!"
A few seconds later, Maj. Tom Peter
son, suddenly awakening, heard muf
fed vOlley of Loofs on the road, won.
dered what Il could me;.r. then went
back to sleep again.
At about ten o'clock on tie morning
of the above strange episode Maj. Ton
Peterson was sitting out on his yer
anda, cleaning up his trusty old rifle
: He hadn't found out yet that his sol
Fred was not in his room. The latter
| <.f lot !, l..
father didn't even know whether tn,
son had slept at home. While quietl,
t engaged wiping the last vestige CT dir
from barrel and hammer he casually
cast his eye down the road, and hehelt
his enemy by Inheritance coming
4 toward his house at furious stride
He now rose up and assumed c uues
tioning attitude, as he had never had
] visit from Maj. PitchforG. lie saw tn,
latter was white from some awful pas
sion.
y Up to the yard gate came Mai. Pitch
ford and commanded his enemy ct
y step OUT
k "Must I bring this?' queried Peter
son, tapping his gun.
NO, sub. not now, sun. Come heal
this minute, suh."
I. Peterson went out, and while he wa
e approaching the gate Pitchford. with
u nervous hand. drew piece of pope
6 from his pocket, and reached it sowar
i the former, commanding:
: Read this, sub, and tell me wha
l, we'll do about it, subj"
y Maj. Peterson read the following:
Dearest Papa: learned to-day that va
had taken an oath to kill my Fred If h
stole me and ran Off with me. I know yo
= wen enough to know you would not brea
mat oath. What was l to do? Could
give him up? OF course not! Would / a
J. low my husband shot before my own eve
oy my own father? Certainly not! Whf
e must DO? What could do? Well, goc
=, sense came to my rescue, and decided
y steal Fred! Before you read this wi
e have stolen him. but will be given a leg,
d right to keep the stolen goods. Your 10,
p- Ing daughter BETTE
l. M1i pafarcnr, c<o