Bisbee daily review., 1914-01-09

the dust rom his htde, and don't you | git gesticulating on my trail with | your fool sympathies." Billy does not suspect that the tormentor loves | his victim. |
 My heart aches with his humilia- ton. His mother is my cook. not a ! princess, as the boys pride would ! have her. His father was one of the | most dangerous leaders of the Rocky Mountain outlaws. so there the lad saw glory, and l don't blame him. But all the glamor was stripped away when Jesse tricked O'FlynI and his gang iuto surrender. handed them over to justice, and showed poor Billy his sordid heroes for what they really were. His father has been hanged.
 That night the lad had come from Hundred Mile House, with Jeese's pack-train bearing load of stores. There was a dress length, music for my dear dumpy plano, spiced rolls of bacon, much needed flour and gro ceries, and an orange kerchief for Billy. From his saddle wallets he pro duced my crumpled letters and the weekly paper Vancouver rag. Therein Jesse labors among tangles of provincial politics, gloat over the cooking recipes of America's nice cui- sine, and spare maybe just a sigh over the London letter. Billy's DOT ton consists of blood-curdling disas- ters and crimes. and the widow waits ravenous for her kindling, bed stuff fng. wall paper. and new pads for her wooden leg. At ten cents that paper Is a bargain.
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 After breakfast when Jesse had gone to work, the widow came to ne In deep distress. leaning against the door-post. twisting up her apron with | tremulous fingers, her eyes dark with ! dread. When l led her to a seat, per haps she felt my sympathy. for a flood of tears broke loose, and wild ' Irish mixed with her sobs. The lep- -echawn possessed her bhoy avick, night-riders haunted him. diyils was In him acushla, and the child was fey. His step-uncle went fey to his end In the dreadful quicksands, her brother-in-law went mad in the black Indian hills, running on the spears of the haythen. rest his sowl, and now Billy! He was gone this hour. Fierce ly she ordered ne out to search, for she would take the southern pasture, SO, surely l would find him in the pines. She feared that place; nut tered of fires lighted by no mortal hands. Yestreen a falling star had warned her that she was to lose her ohoy, and had l not seen that face
 n the windy last'night?
 Soothing the poor thing as best ,ould, undertook the search. glad of an excuse to get away outdoors. Presently came upon Billy perched
 ,n a root overhanging the depths of
 he canyon. He was cleaning Jesse's
 fife, and I surprised him in a fit of
 angry laughter.
 Billy" l shouted, come in off that
 root before you fall"
 He obeyed with sulky patience at
 my whims.
 "Why are you not at work? What
 are you doing with my husbands 8 } -ife?"
 "T'n at work" be answered sulk-
 fy-then with an odd vagueness of
 manner. I'm cleaning the durnet
 thing"
 Being a woman, and cursed at tha
 with the artistic temperament, l coul' mot help being moved by this lad extraordinary beauty-the curly red
 gold hair, Skin with the dusty Tool
 of a ripe peach, the boise Of eas.
 power and 1.-the grace, the sense h !, gave me of glowing color veilinI rugged strength. AS an artist studio good model. l had observed yer closely the moods of Billy's tempert ment.
 His mother was right. That vague . ness of manner was abnormal, an , the lad was fey.
 But why are you cleaning hi rife?"
 Tt kicks when it's foul." he sal |. absently.
 You're off hunting?"
 Coin to shoot Jesse, thet's all
 I'm sure," l said. he cleaned yesterday. Look here" and l too ,, the rife to show him 1t was cleal See" 1 put my little finger nail :, the breech while he looked down tt barrel. Come" said l. and told hil
 that in my sewing-mschine there wt
 a bottle of gun oil. The rife was . my possession. safe.
 Then he heard Jesse coming" Whis Hide the gun!" he said, and ' thoIgh we were fellow conspirator
 l placed 1t behind a tree. so that n
 man saw nothing to cause alarm.
 Jesse came, 1t seemed in search 4 Billy. a.
 - Hello, Kate" he said in greetin
 Say, youngster. when you sawed c a that table leg to make your mother "a limb, what did you do with tho ca m ter?"