Warren sheaf., 1914-07-29
AT The TREE OF DEATH.
BY A. I. MEsERvE.

Two men stood side by side in the
heart of the forest one autumn after
noon as the sun was going down. They
were nearly Of the same age. and in
the very prime Of life.
Each was armed with long rifle
and a knife.
Upon their faces was mingled look
of sorrow. and stern determination,
which plainly showed that some ill for
tune had come to them.
And, indeed. i'll luck had come to one
Of them. All that he possessed in this
world which was dear to him had fall
en- beneath the hand of the red de.
stroyer.
His wife and children had that very
morning been slain by the savages,
and the cabin which had been their
happy home given to the flames.
He had been absent hunting in the
forest at the time, and knew nothing
of the terrible misfortune which had
befallen him until he stood upon the
edge Of his clearing, and saw the work
of devastation which the red fiends
had done.
Dick White, his friend, stood by and
cheered him as we'll as he could in
this, his hour Of need. He seemed to
divine what was passing in Hart'a
mind, and he said:
I'VE cannot help them. They are
past our aid now. But there is one
thing, Simon, that we can do. We can
live and work for vengeance Let us
follow the murderers, and not give
over the search until they are wiped
from the earth, or we have fired our
last shot"
"You are right, Dick" answered the
settler, grasping him by the hand. 81
will live for vengeance"
For the space of minute he gave
way to his anguish, then he exclaimed,
suddenly:
Come, the trail is plain before Us.
Let us take it and follow on at onoe.
l never before thirsted for the blood
of redskin. Now l would wipe out
the whole accursed race at one tlow
If l but had the power to do it,"
They lost no more time about the
ruins of the cabin, but started off at
once. The trail was easy to follow,
and they had gone on until they had
reached the point where we see them
standing in the heart of the great 81.
lent forest, with the sun going down
before them.
For few moments they had been
standing motionless without word
passing between them; but now Dick
White broke the silence by exclaim.
ing:
Simon, we are almost upon them"
What makes you think so, Dick?"
Look. Do you not see how fresh
the trail is? It cannot have been made
a half hour ago. There! Did you see
that twig spring up there? 1t would
not have done SO had it not just been
pressed down. They are not a mile
away now, and I'll bet they're going tc
camp about the Hollow Oak"
Il hope that you may be right.
long to be dealing blows of vengeance
upon them It does seem as though
could not content myself much longer
Swiftly, yet cautiously, they glidee
along the trail, while the sun went
down behind the western tree tops
and the shadows of evening begin tc
gather thickly about them.
Crowning an eminence, they could
see through the twilight the hollow
oak. beneath the branches Of which
they felt sure of finding the savages.
The night was come when at length
they stood close to it, and saw shin
Ing through the trees the light of q
camp fire.
Silently they crept nearer and near
er. until at last they stood so close to
the tree that they could count the say.
ages clustering about the fire. They
were seven in number.
AS motionless as statues they. st, ,od
there, with their eyes fixed upon their
enemies. Slowly the minutes went 1y,
It seemed that the time for them to
strike would never come.
The light of the camp fire grew paler
and paler, and at last only faint glow
remained. The savages huddled about
1t, and to all appearance each ard
every one was buried in slumber.
The hour of vengeance had arrived.
Noiselessly the two hunters crept to.
ward their victims. In one hand they
held their rifles and in the other their
knives. A few steps brought them to
the side Of the nearest savages.
For my wife. my children.n ex-
claimed Simon Hart, In whisper, as
he buried his knife to the hilt in the
heart Of savage.
The blow Of Dick White was no less
strong and sure, and two OF the saw
ages lay weltering in their gore, their
career ended forever.
So silently and surely had the
blows been struck that neither had ut
tered so much as groan. Their COM
rades still slept on, unsuspicious Of
the doom impending.