The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1911-07-26

10 permit sleeping. Finally he drew
the letters from out his pocket. and
began examining them. They yield.
ed very little information, those tax.
en- from the older man having no en-.
Velopes to show to whom they had
been addressed. The single document
found In the pocket of the other was
a memorandum of account at the
Ploneer Store at Topeka, charged to
John Sibley, and marked paid. This
then must have been the younger
mans name, as the letters to the 9TH
er began occasionally Dear VIII"
They were missives such as a wife
might write to a husband long abb
sent. yet upon a mission Of deep In.
terest to both. Keith could not fully
determine what this mission might be.
as the persons evidently understood
each other so thoroughly that nero
allusion took the place Of detail
Twice the name Phyllis was mention.
ed, and once Fred" was also re-
ferred to, but In neither instance
clearly enough to reveal the relation.
ship. although the latter appeared to
be pleaded for. Certain references
caused the belief that these letters had
been mailed from some small Mis-.
souri, town, but no name was men.
toned. They were invariably signed
Mary" The only other paper Keith
discovered was brief itinerary of the
Santa Fe trail extending as far west
as the Ration Mountains, giving the
usual camping spots and places where
water was accessible. He slipped the
papers back into his pocket with a.
distinct feeling Of disappointment.
and lay back staring up at the little
strip OF blue sky. The silence wasI
profound. even his horse standing mo-
tionless, and finally he fell asleep.
The sun had disappeared. and even
the gray Of twilight was fading out otl
the sky, when Keith returned again
to consciousness, aroused by his
horse rolling on the soft turf. He
awoke thoroughly refreshed and
eager to get away on his long nights
ride. a cold lunch, hastily eaten. for
fire wcL'S have been dangerous.
and he saddled up and was off. trot.
ting out Of the narrow ravine and into
the broad trail. which could be fol.
lowed without difficulty under the dull
CLEAN of the stars Horse and rider
were soon at their best. the animal
swinging unurged into the long. easv
lope Of prairie travel the fresh air
tanning the mans face as he leaned
Tl 49,
from narrow stream, and then push.
ed OF, hour after hour. through the
deserted night Keith had little fear
OF Indian raiders IN that darkness.
aid every stride Of his horse brought
him closer to the settlements and
further removed from danger. Yet
eyes and ears were alert to every
shadow and sound Once. II must
have been after midnight he drew his
pony sharply back into a rock shadow
at the noise Of something approach.
ing from the east. The stage to Santa
Fe ratified past. the four mules trot.
ting swiftly, a squad of troopers rid.
ing hard behind. 1t was merely a
Jumping shadow sweeping swiftly
past; he could perceive the dim out.
lines OF driver and guard, the soldiers
swaying In their saddles, heard the
pounding Of hoofs. the creak of axles.
and then the appsrition disappeared
into the black void He had not call.
ed out-what was the use? Those peo-
pie would never pause to hunt down
prairie outlaws. and their guard was
suftlcient TO prevent attack They &C.
knowledged but one duty-to get the
mail through on time.
The dust Of their passing still in the
all, Keith rode on. the noise dying
away In his rear. AS the hours pass
ed, his horse wearied and had 10 be
spurred into the swifter stride. but
tne man seemed tireless The sun was
an hour high when they climbed the
long hill, and loped into Carson City.
The cantonment was to the right, but
Keith. having no report to make. rode
directly ahead down the one long
street to a livery corral. leaving his
horse there. and sought the nearest
restaurant.
Exhausted b. a night of high play
and deep drinking, the border town
was sleeping off it's debauch, saloons
and gambling dens silent the streets
almost deserted. To Keith. whose for
Eer acquaintance with the place had
been entirely after nightfall. the view
II now was almost a shock-the
+1iserable shacks, the gaudy saloon
nnnts, the Uttered streets, the dingy.
a7painted hote,. the dirty Zap OF can
vas, the unccCupiod road the dull
prairie sweeping away 10 the horizon,
al composed hideous picture be-
meath the sun glare he could scarce
ly ind man 20 attend his horse. and
m the restaurant drowsy Chinaman
had 20 De- shaken awake. and fright
entd into serving him he sat down
to th" miserable meal oppressed with
disgust never before had his life