Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-05-04

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always the same. little one" said
Tonia. her dark eyes lingering upon
him.
Il must go over to Fink's." said the
Kid. rising. 'for some tobacco. |
thought | bad another sack in my
coat. ri be back in a quarter of an
hour"
"Hasten." said Tonia. land tell me
how long shall | call you my own This
time. Will you be gone again tomor.
row. leaving me to grieve, OF will you
be longer With your ToniaT"
"Oh. ! might stay two or three days
this trip" said the Kid. yawning. 1--WE
been on the dodge for a month and
I'd like to rest up"
BE was gone half an hour for his to-
bacco. When be returned Tonia was
still lying in the hammock.
At midnight a horseman rode into
b rangers camp, blazing his way by
noisy "balloes" to indicate a pacific
mission. Sandridge and one or W
others turned out to investigate the
row. The rider announced himself to
be Domingo Sales from the Lone Wolf
Crossing. He bore q letter for Senior
cambridge. Old Lu1sa, the lavandera,
had persuaded him t bring it, be said.
Der SOD Gregorio being too Ill of a
fever to ride
cambridge lighted the camp lantern
and read the letter. These were Its
words:
Dear One-He mas come. Hardly had
you ridden away when he came out OF the
pear. When ne first talked ne said ne
would stay three days or more. Then as
1t grew later he was like a wolf or a fox
and walke about without rest. looking
and listening. Soon be said he must leave
before daylight, when it is dark and still
est. and then he seemed to suspect that
/ be not true to him. He looked at me so
strange that l am frightened. I swear to
him that love him., his own Tonia. Last
OF all he said l must prove to him 1 am
true. He thinks that ever now men are
waiting to Kill MIN as he rides from my
house. To escape he says he will dress in
my clothes. my red skirt n the blue
waist | wear and the brown mantilla over
the head. and thus ride away. But before
that ne says that 1 must put on his
clothes. his pantalones and camisa and
nat and ride away on his horse from the
5acal as tar as the Dig road beyond the
crossing and back again. This before he
goes. so he can tell II | am true and II
men are hidden to shoot Nun. 1t is a ter
rible thing. An hour before daybreak this
Is to DO. Come. my dear one, and Kill this
man and take me for your Tonia. DO
not try to take hold of him alive, out Kill
him quickly. knowing all. you should do
that. You must come long before the
time and hide yourself in the little shed
near the 1acal where the wagon and sad
dies are kept. 1t Is dark In there. He
will wear my RED skirt and blue waist ana
brown mantilla- 1 SEND you a hundred
Kisses. Come surely n shoot quickly
AND straight Thine own TONLA-
cambridge quickly explained to his
men the official part OF the missive.
The rangers protested against his 20.
ing alone.
'I'n get him easy enough" said the
lieutenant 1.-The girls got him trap.
PED. And don't even think nell get
the drop on me-"
cambridge saddled bis horse and
rode to the Lone Wolf Crossing. he
tied bis big dun in a clump OF brush
on the arroyo. took his Winchester
from its scabbard and carefully ap-
preached the Perez jacal. There was
only the half Of a high moon drifted
over BY ragged. milk white gulf
clouds.
The wagon shed was an excellent
place for ambush. and the ranger got
inside it safely. In the black shadow
OF the brush shelter in front OF the
jacai be could see a horse tied and
hear him tmpatiently paving the bard
trOdden earth
He waiteu almost an hour before
two figures came out OF the tacal.
One IN mans clothes quickly mounted
the horse and galloped past the wagon
shed toward the crossing n village.
and the the other figure. IN skirt.
waist and mautilla over it's head. STEP
PED our into the faint moonlight gaz
ing after the rider. Sandridge thought
be would take mis- cnanc. then before
Tom rode back He fancl-u she
migh' not rare to seq II
Throw M vonr hands he ordered
loudly stepping out OF rhe wagon shed
with MS Winchester al mis- shoulder
war u 4uNh tuEU VI the uY.
ure. hnt no movement to obey, so the
range pumped in the buliets-one-
two three. and then twice more. for
you never could be too sure of bring.
ing down the Cisco Kid. There was
no danger OF missing at ten PAGES.
even in that half moonlight.
The old ancestor. asleep Oh his blan
ket. was awakened by the shots. Lis.
tening further ne heard a great cry
from some man in mortal distress or
anguish and rose up. grumbl1ng at
the disturbing ways OF moderns.
The tall. red ghost OF a man burst
into the JacaL reaching one hand,
shaking like a tule reed. for the ian.
tern hanging Oh its nail. The other
spread a letter on the table.
Look at this letter. Perezl" cried
the man. who wrote TT"
"Ah. Dios! 1t Is Senior Sandridge."
mumbled the old man. approaching.
"Pues. senior. that letter was written
by lei Chivato.' as he is called by the
man OF Tonia. They say he is a bad
l do not know. While Tonia