Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1913-11-28
I 7 STORIES or LIFE
FOR HIS LOVES SAKE
man that dad it."
BY JAMES BVcKHAM.

man that did it."
The driver nodded his head. 81 guess
you're about right" he said. 81 don't
blame you q bit. Wal. it's time for me
to be goin' along. Tn sorry for you
that's a fact" He lightened the brake
pressure. chirruped to his horses. and
the Wagon load Of dynamite started
down the hill.
looking down the road Suddenly he
started. n half rose from the bank.
A light buggy came whirling into the
main highway from a branch road.
near the foot Of the hill. Its his rig,
by God!" Missed the Tilted lover. CO.
see the railroad building. And she's
expecting him n waiting for him.
likely, dressed in that white
The young man choked, and buried
his face in his hands. All at once, q
terrible cry srnote on his ears. He
dust where the load OF dynamite had
been crawling down the hill. Then
8 flying figure emerged from the dust
cloud. like q mar pitched out OF a win
dow. 1t sprawled face downward by
the roadside. where it lay still for q
looked wildly down the hill.
Something had broken. and the load
OF dynamite was running wild down
the hill. at the heels Of two frenxied
horses. In front Of It vas the success
full lover in his buggy. There was no
side of the road, and there was no
branch o for miles ahead. Tho
horse between the buggy shafts was
doing his best-but what IL q single
horse In his m to 2 pair Of rum
Always? In less than q minute there
must be q c0lllSion-and then-
! The young man with the rifle rat
down again on tho bank. He laid his
rifle in the grass, folded his arms a.
Il he were hugging himself. and smiled
grimly. Then he fastened his eyes with
q, great hunger Of longing on the les
SEEMING distance between the W teams.
All at once q face rose before him
her face-tendcr with happy love, visit
ful with longing. He raw her, In her
white dress. waiting for this man to
whom h had given her heart-sit-
ting there on the little vine-covered
porch. with her wrap over Ter knees,
and one little pink flower pinned to her
dress.
Then he snatched his rifle out Of tho
grass. raised the sight to the last
notch, and knelt in the white road.
with elbow on knee and fore-tock
stripped firmly In his left hand. His
nerves were as steady az threads Of
steel. What he was going to do was
for her sake!
Puff-a little jet Of smoke out Of the
1yAA0 O0IISts away UP tu0ES On GIO
shimmering hill. A brief space Of time,
in which q bird could scarcely havd
drawn breath-and then flying horses.
wagon. black tarpaulin, all vanished
together. as IL the wave Of q ma!
E1cian's wand. A dense cloud Of smoke.
dust, earth and powdered fragments OF
all things sprang up against the blue
Of heaven. n q chasm, as IL to the
very bowels Of the earth, yawned In
the white road. A bullet had crashed
through the cases Of dynamite!
The young rifleman shaded his eyes.
until he saw his rival emerge from
his overturned buggy, beyond the
wreck, n kneel On the neck Of his
unbuckled the harness. Then he who
I had fired that wonderful shot for his
loves sake turned swiftly again into
the woods; and h sun shone down on
once more their everyday songs. al if
nothing had happened.