The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-06-29
CHAPTER ilf.-(continued.)

.gt was four years an nine months
exactly. Bob" drawled ola hirhos'
who well knew what was coming.
eyes I dare say you are right. !
was up at Evergreen at the time looA-
ing after timber interests. Wheh
mule came wandering into the camp
saddle and pack still on his back.
"T knowed that there mule, saao
Kirkby, I'D sold 1t to a Teller nameu
Newbold, that had come out yere al
married Louise Rosser. old man RIOS
GERS daughter, an him dead, an beln
an orphan an this Teller beln' hhe
young man from the east. not a DIT q
q tenderfoot nuther, mimi ensi-
neer he called hisself."
'eWell, | happened to be there 100
you remember continued Maltlaiio'
sand they made up party to go ana
hunt up the man, thinking sometnlng
might have happened
"You see" explained Kirkby, we
was all mighty fond Of Louise Rosser.
the hull camp was actin like fatner
TO her at the time. SO long s sue
hadn't nobody else; we was all at tne
weddin', too, some six months alore.
The gal married him on ner own
hook of course nobody maxim ner'
but somehow she didn't seem none
TOO happy, although Newbold, VINO
was q perfect gent, treated her Whlee
as far as we knoWed."
The old man stopped again and re-
gumed his pipe.
"Kirkby, you tell the story saio
Maitland.
mot me-" said Kirkby. i have
seen men shot afore for takin' words
out "a other mems mouths an amt
never done that yit."
silent men lseh'g saw" laughed
George. why. that day Pete we're go1
shot accidentaIEan had his Wnole
breast tore olsszg IN we was lumber
ing over on Bhai mountain, all you
said was, Wash him off, put some
axle grease on him an tie him up
That's So" answered Pete, an
there must have been somethin' pow
erful soothin' In that axle grease, fol-
here / am safe an sound to this day
"It takes an old man" assentee
Kirkby, "to know when to keep hi
mouth shet. l learned it at the muz
xle of gun"
IT never knew before" laughed
Maitland, how still man you cal
be. Well, to resume the story, havin
nothing to do went out with tn
posse the sheriff gathered up
Him not thinkin' there had bee
any foul play" calculated the old mar
mo, certainly not.
''WeIl, what happened. Uncle Bob?
inquired Enid.
Just you watt" said young Boil
who had heard the story. This
an awful good story, Cousin Enid
ct can't walt much longer" returne
the girl. "Please go on"
1.-TWO days after we left the CAM
we came across an awful figur
ragged. blood stained. wasted to
skeleton, starved
'I have seed men in extreme cass
afore." interposed Kirkby. ''but new
none like him.
.'Nor l." continued Maitland.
'Was 1t Newbold?" asked Enid.
eyes,
'And what had happened to him?"
'.He and his wife had been prospet
Eng In these very mountains; she h;
fallen over a cliff and broken herse
SO terribly that Newbold had to sho
her.
What" exclaimed Bradshaw. ~
don't mean that he actually kill
herr"
That's what he DONE" answer
old Kirkby.
poor man." murmured Enid.
but why?" asked Philips.
'They were five days away from
settlement; there wasn't human
ing within a hundred and fifty mil
of them, not even an Indian" cont
ued Maitland. "She was SO frightfu
broken and mangled that he could
carry her away"
But why couldn't he leave her a
go for heip?" asked Bradshaw.
1.-The wolves, the bears, or the
lures would have got her. The
woods and mountains were full
them then and there are some of tn
left now | guess"
The two little girls crept closer
their big cousin, each casting ankle
glances beyond the fire light.
"Oh, you're all right, little ga
said Kirkby reassuringly, I'll
wouldn't come nigh us while this
is burnin' an they We been pre-
web hunted out guess; sides thel
men yere who'd like nothin' bette
DRAWN a bead on a big bar.
And so,'' continued Maitland, wi
she begged him to shoot her, to
her cut Of her misery. he did SO
then m started back to the settiem