The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1912-03-15

unpleasant news, but, with one quick
breath, she grasped his arm as though
his very presence afforded her
strength
How tired you look Something
has occurred to..keep you out all night
land and know you have brought
me bad news. Don't he afraid to ten
me; can bear anything better than
suspense. is It about father"
mo, Hope and he took her hand,
and led her 10 a CHAIR Bending above
her be gave her the whole story Of the
night, and she scarcely Interrupted
with question, sitting there dry-eyed,
with only an occasional sob shaking
her slender form As he ended, she
looked up into his face, and now he
could see mist OF unshed tears IN
her eyes
What shall do, Captain Keith2 |
am an alone with this, except tor
you"
4 have considered that, Hope no
answered, gravely. "nnd It seems to
me your present duty is more to the
living than the dead You should re
main here until we learn something
definite regarding your father, and
discover the truth OF this conspiracy
formed against him If Fred could
know the trouble his chance words
have caused, he would wish you TO do
this with him gone, we are going to
find the unraveling harder than ever
II is my Judgment Hope. your broth
err should be buried here"
She shuddered, her hands pressed
10 her eyes
"oh, on that horrible Boots Hill?'"
"only temporarily little girl" his
voice full Of deepest sympathy In
few weeks, perhaps. It could be re
moved East"
she was silent for what seemed 70
him long whilei then she looked UP
into bis face. clinging TO his arm
'Yes." she raid. that WIN be best"
That same afternoon, the sun low
in tue west. they placed the dead boy
IA his shallow grave on Boots NM
Il was a strange funeral in o strange
cnyironment an about the barren de-
serted plains fer away 70 he east
and west thp darker line marking the
railroad grade, and Just below, nestled
close IA against the foot Of thc hili,
the g1ualid town OF tents and ahacRs.
There We're moi many 10 sIanG beside
lhe open grave, Tor few 10 sheridan
knew the lad, and funerals were put
uncommon aoine oronies, haif-dunk
and maudlin a%ed somewhat BY mo
presence OF the marshal Doctor Fair.
hain, Keith and Hope That WINS al
excepting the post chaplain from Fort
Hays. who, insnirled by glimpse Of
the GIRLS unveiled face, spoke simple
words OF comfort II was an over
with quickly. and with the red sun
still lingering on the horizon, the little
party slowly wendell their way back,
down the steep trail into the one long
street Of Sheridan
At the hotel Neh was waiting, the
whites Of his eyes shining with ex.
citement, his patomime indicating i'm.
portAnt news AS soon as he could
leave Hope. Keith hurried down TO
interview his dusky satellite. who ap.
peared about to burst with restrained
information. AS soon as uncorked
that Individual began TO flow yolubly:
Il sho done seed EN-. Massa jack
done seed EN- both"
Both? Both whof"
"Massa Waite, sab. an dat black
debble dat we was hunun for It
was mos surprisin' circumstance.
saba mos surprisin' circumstance. ="
well, go on; whore did you see
theml Do you mean they were to-
gethery"
The negro took a long breath. eyi-
IDENTIFY overcome by the Importance OF
bis message, and unable to conture
up words wholly satisfactory to his
ideas.
'It sho' an de strangest ting.
Massa Jack. ebber prognosticated
was jest comm roun de corner OBJ
Sheeny Joe's shebang. back dar by de
blacksmith shop, when--de Lawd
save me,--yere come oil Massa Waite,
a ridin' long on cream colo'd pinto
Just as much alibe as ebber he was
Vas. sab; he's whiskers was BLOWN
round. an | could chen yeah him
cussin' he hoss, when he done shy at
a man what got UP sudden like from
a cartwheel he was settin' on. done
took one look at dat secon' fellar, and
seed It was dat black debble from
down Carson way. Den l ducked inta
de blacksmith shop out Ter sight |
sho' didn't want Mister Hawley TO git
no chance at dis nlgger--I sho' didn't"
Did they speak TO one another"
Keith asked. anxlously did you hear
what WAS said2"
"Sho' dey talked, Massa Jack. |
sorter reckon dey was dar for dat
special purpose. sutt'nly, sab. dey
went right at talkin' like dey had
somt'ing on dey minds OF Massa
Waite was sittin straight up on do
boss. an dat black debble was
standin' dar In front oh him. or
Siassa Waite he was mad from de
nrst jump on, an could heah most
eberyt'ing he said, but Mr. Hawley
he grin de same way he do when he
deal faro, an speaks kinder low De
Of man he swear fine at him, he call
him eheryt'lng a damn liar damn