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 â- "T^-: 1^1! iimm ,i:' » \r' â- 1 i- [â- V i. t. i. ,1 i/M'T/il. r*J b *-^^.s 1 LIB- The first time 1 erer nw Eliabeth IMI. â- he was hanging to the boot of » stage coach in the Rocky Ifovntaios. I was climbing np a narrow, rocky ^ass, and the coach was coming down. As it pa ssed me, I caught sight 'of a pale-faced, scrawl^ lit- tle figure, in a dirty calico dress, holding to the straps of the boot behind. Her tangled yellow hair was flying oat in the breeze, and her bare feet just escaped the rocks in the road. j i. I sat down on a rock, and witched the clumsy coach until it went rolling and swayiiu; around a curve in the pass. Here the girl dropped lishtly to the ground, and came toward me, kicking up the dust as she quickly advanced. A hundred yards or more ahead of me there stood a rough log-cabin, to the door of which, before the girl reached me, there eame a slatternly woman, with a dirty baby in her arms, and called, in sharp, rasping voice, " Lib Yon Lib Dill Whar on airth air ye " The chUd was within ten feet of me when the woman called. In reply she cried out, in an injured and irritated tone, " Here I be " " What ye been doin' Oh, I know hangin' on to the stage, like the tom-boy ye air Want another lickin' eh " " I don't keer fer yeir lickin's " cried the child, tossing her unkempt head defiantly, while a frown came over her thin face. " Well, you better care, miss " cried the woman, angrily. The girl stood directly in front of me now, tearless and unaliashed. With one swift, angry movement of her right hand, she stripped her thin white arm of the loose calico sleeve that covered it, and held it out before me. •' Look there, and there, and there " she cried, pointing her finger at three long, dis- colored marks on the upper part of her arm. " Do you think I keer fer any of her lickin's after that " she asked, with) an expression pitiful to see in the face of a girl of fourteen years. " What ye doin' Lib Dill " screamed the woman. "I see ye, and ye'd better look out " " I said I was going to show them marks to everybody I could long as they was there," said Lib to me. " She give 'em to me fer breakin' an old cracked teacup. It ain't fair fer to lick me like that fer an old cup. is it, mister " There came a w^istful expression to the child's face a wistful and pathetic quaver in her thin voice,, as she pointed with her bare arm toward the stage coach, which had appeared again on A distant part of the pass. " Do you know, mister, that if I could only do it I'd hang on to that old coach some time till it had carried me clean away from here " " And leave your parents " I asked. " Parrents " she sneered. " Them aint my parrents wouldn't own 'em if they was. She aiu't no kin at all, an' her man's only some forty -fifth cousin or other of my dead- an'-gone mother but they're jist as much kin as I want 'em to be." The words were uttered with scorn, and on Lib's face was a malignant look that no young girl's face should wear. Unmmdf ul of the woman's command to " Come right straight here " Lib sat down on a rock near me, rested her chin in one of her thin hands, and asked, " Where you from?" " From Ontario," I said. " Purty country, ain't it?" " Very pretty indeed, at this time of the year." It was then October. " Have you ever been East " I asked. "Me " Lib laughed that unpleasant laugh again. She stood on a bowlder, and pointed Jar away to the west, to where a lone line of monntaii^ peaks rose dark and unbroken in ie distance. " Mister," she said, " I ain't never been beyond them mountings in all the days of my life. Crystal City lays at the foot o' that range, an' I was bom there. That ttage coach goin' down this pass'U be further east by noon than I ever was. From this Tock I can see further north an' south than I ever was. Me been East Better ask if I aint been ter college too " "I don't suppose you have a school here," I said, as gently as I Could. " Mister, I'm the only boy or girl of school age or size in ten mile o' here. Have you any children, mister " " I have three," I said. " Got a little girl, mebbe " « Yes," I said, " a Uttle girl," thankful that she was not as this child was. " Mebbe she's 'bout my size, mister?" « She is," I said. " Well, now, mister," said Lib, slowly and deliberately, " how would you like fer her to be like me How would you like fer ker to be licked fer nothin' like I am " I shuddered at the mere suggestion of such dread contingencies. Lib went on " You wouldn't like it, hey I reckon aot. Well, I do hope that little girl of Tourn'U never be like I am, nor what I'm Ukely to be when I grow up." The pathos and hopelessness in her voice brought tears to my eyes. " And, mister, do je know I'd walk, I'd sraicl, away from this place this day if it wasn't fer â€" fer â€" " Her ragged sleeve went up to her eyes ier head, held high in defiance until now, dropped low her voice faltered as she went on " If it wasn't for Laty." y^' And who is Laty " /^ " The baby that that there woman held in her arms when she come to the door. Her baby, it is. He's cunnin'est little thing I an' he loves me, he does. He puts his arms round my neck, and says so pl§in as anything. Don't you want to see him He ain't a bit afraid ot strangers, and he likes men folks. She thinks a sight of Laty, she does •o does Laty's pa." The woman here came out to the cabin, with the adored Laty in her arms. Lib and I went forward to meet them. The woman's face was harsh and forbidding. "What's she ben tillin' yon, mister?" she asked. "A pack of lies, I'll be bound. The truth ain't m her, no, it un't. Now yon git up to the cabin, miss, and mind Laty. I'm goin' to tell yer pa on ye, an you 11 see wt you'll git then." " My paw " cried lib. "Jack Lane ain't my pap, an' yea know it." " Sa«s-box " was all the answer the wo- man vonchedsafe to this oatbaist from Lib. I stayed three weeks in JanA. laaufa sabin, for it was the only habitktiaii :within Inro miles of the place, and in thope thne weeks I s»w enough to oonTUioe ma th«t poor UbhadnottcOd "a pack of Um, bx SeMribiiiffhersafFeriiigi. ^er life with Uw LaMB^m ahiodaaeu Thmy J""' doosly and wilfally crad to her. More.tbMi once did I intercede to save her from the crnelty of Jack and 'Mandy Lane. Her devotion to baby Lathan did not wm from his parents any corresponding kind- ness for Lib, his willing sUve. I often met her carrying the heavy baby in her weak arms on the mountain trails. " We have real good times when we're off by our two selves," Lib said to me one day. "We talk to each ether so Tm goin to make a man of Laty some day he ain't goin' to be like the ihingB there are round here. He's goin' to have sehoolin' an' «o out 'mong decent folks, an' be somebody in the world. Ain't he purty when he s fixed up ♦" He was " fixed up " that day. He had on a new pink calico dress, clumsily made, and a long sleeved white apron. His hands and face were clean, his yellow hair lay in what Lib called a " tumble curl" on top of his head. I had never seen him looking so pretty before. Lib had twined a wreath of mountain flowers around his head, and pinned a bunch of them in front of his coarse white apron. When the time came for me to go away. Lib followed me far down the dusty road, unmindful of." Mandy's shyillv uttered com- mands to " come right straignt back I" " You had better not go too far. Lib," I said, when we had walked aboat half a mile " 'Mandy will be so severe with yon." " Oh, weU, what if she is " asked Lib, wearily but her voice had none of its old defiant ring, and her bright eyes were red and downcast. " I should be sorry to have yon suffer on my account," I s-'.id. " Oh, I don't mind it, but I reckon I'll go back now Laty might need me. I jest thought I'd like to go a piece with you. I been thinkin' 'bout that little girl o' youm to-day, an' I thought I'd kind o' like to send her somethin,. I've got it in this little box. It am't much of anything, but mebbe she'll like it, comin' so far like." Lib held out a small, flat pasteboard box. In it was a bunch of pressed mountain flowers, tied together with a bit of faded green ribbon â€" Lib's one treasured bit of feminine finery. " Welli good-by,* mister!" she said. " You've took more notice of me than most folks takes, an' I won't fergit ye an' I'll try to remember some o' the things you've said 'bout me bein' patient an' good, an' all that. They'll do to tell Laty some day. I reckon I'm 'bout as good as I'll ever be. This aint much of a place fer folks to grow decent in. If anything should ever happen to Laty, I'd run away from here." My heart ached for the forlorn little crea- ture, as I watehed her climb the mountains in her rags, while I held in my hand the one poor possession she valued most. My business took me to a small mining camp, five miles distant, where I was to re- main for a month. It was the first of De- cember before I could set a day for my de- parture. I intended starting on the third. On the afternoon of the second, signs of a storm were seen in the low-hanging clouds that hid the snow-covered mountain peaks. The snow lay smooth and white on all the mountain sides, and it was feared that another fall would make the mountain roads impassable. I watched with dismay that gathering storm on the afternoon of the third. By three o'clock it was snowing fast the short day was nearly done it was growing^ dark in the narrow gulch the wind moaned up and down the long black canons the stunt ed pines bent low the mountains Seemed frowning down on the helpless little mining camp, and the snow fell faster and faster. I sat by the window of the office in the little mountain hotel and watehed the day- light disappear. By four o'clock it was gone and the storm had increased. "It's darker 'n a stack o'black cats, an' the wind's blowin' a a reg'lar cyclone," said the landlord, at nine o'clock. At ten li'clock he and I sat alone by the office stove. The wind had gone down a little and it had stopped snowing. I was waiting to hear the conclusion of a " yam " the carrulous landlord was telling me. "An' sir," he was saying, "if you'll b'leeve me, that thar ole cattymount jist natehelly riz up an' â€" great Scotland 1 did ye hear tViat " He jumxed to his feet and stood still, in a listening attitude. " What is it " I aaked, eagerly " I did not " â€" ' Sh-sh-sh " he held his red and calloused hand up as a sign of silence, and tip-toed gently toward the door. Sharp and clear arose a prolonged cry as of one in pain. " Somebody's in trouble " cried the land- lord as he hurriedly thrust a lighted candle into his lantern, threw on his great coat of buffalo-skins and started for the door. I followed him, pulling on my overcoat and mittens as I went. We had taken but a few steps from the door when the cry was repeated. I could not tell from whence it came, but my companion's sense of hearing was more acute and better trained than mine. " It's from the Bed Mountain trail," he said, " an' the person that's doin' the yellin' is gittin' mighty weak." Very weak, indeed, was the person whose Eitiful cry we had heard. We found her alf -buried in a great drift of snow far up the mountain side. As we bent over her the rays of the lantern fell across tiie thin, pale face of Elizabeth Dill, â€" thinner than ever, and paler from the suffering she had endured that night. She had fallen prostrate and was too much exhausted to rise. A ragged old cloak was wrapped around her a^ a thin shawl had fallen from her tangled yellow hair. A lantern lay by her side, bat its light was out.' She could not tmeak until we had carried her down to the httie hotel and chafed her chilled form for a long time. Her first words were, " Jack Laneâ€" 'Mandy Git a doctor an' go to thenu Let nte be. Go to them an' to Laty. He's all alone. Poor littie feller 1 Poor Jack Poor 'Mandy 1" A dozen men were soon fitting their way through the drifts to theXane cabin, five miles distant It was midnight before Lib could tell her sorrowful story and then it was told with sobs and tears. " It was only a littie after dark," she said. We was all settin' in the front room. Laty was in my lap an' some way or other, I let the Uttio f^er faU. Of oooise Jack and' "Mandy was mad. I dont blame 'em ' I didn^t mind it mach when Jade wh^ ed me witii the ramrod of his gna. Pd ooght to 'ave been kesrfoL 'Maa^wasso she driv me oot into the shad-room. crawled to the cave wind was blowin' in. there wasn't a sign of fbere'd been a snow- Yoa know how that is, mbtar." LTo said, tniBingtooM. «« It mas back ftflit. "V^f^^^nff?^ ^in, SB* titai^ IC mn «a «ba end ol ft when Ja(^ kesfs his ta*sr»«^ tomips ia wiafesr. I* was radlsniig^ de» oavie, an old Tpbe, Jack's dog, was in »««. I «"«; K* d up to him, an' cried 'eaoae I'd hnrt " Party soon the front room door opened a littie an' Laty came toddlin' into the shed-room. I could see Jade an' 'Mandy playin' checkers by the fire, an' they didnt notice I^ty. I slipped oat an' ketehed the littie felleo up in my arms. • You poor Ut- rle teUer,'I says, 'Lib didn't go to hurt you Lib loves yoa better "n anything else on earth I" " Then he coo-cooed in his cnhnin' littie way, an' laid his wet littie cheisks on mine in a way that like to 'ave broke my heart I was standin' in the cave-door, holdin' him so, when there come an awful roar. I saw Jack an' 'Mandy jump up, scared like, an* I stepped back into the cave with Laty, an then"-â€"* Here Lib quite broke down, and cried for a long time before she said " Well, the next minute everything was piteh dark. Jack nor 'Mandy nor the cabin nor nothin' was to be seen. There was the awfuUest roarin' an' crashin' ever I heerd. Me an' Laty an' Tobe all cuddled up in a comer of the cave, scared out of our seven senses. " After awhile door. The snow an' The cabin was gone it Then I knowed slide. " I yelled an' yelled for 'Mandy and Jack, but there wa'n't no answer at first By-and-by I heerd some one cryin' Jack's lantern was in the cave. He'd jest been in there, coverin' up the things with old rags an straw, an' we always kept matehes on a shelf in there. I got the Umtem an' light- ed it then I covered Laty all up good with the rags an' straw, an' made Tobe lay down by him. " Then I st'arted out, an' I found 'Mandy wedged in 'mong some ro^ks 'bout a hun- dred yards down the mountain. She was cryin' an' goin' on awful, poor woman The way she tuk on 'bout Laty Was awful. She couldn't standj an' I couldn't get her up to the cave. " • 'Mandy,' says P, at last, ' I'm goin' down to Crystal Camp for help." You can't,' says she, awful feeble like. " ' I kin,' says I, ' an I'm goin' too. An' now, • 'Manly,' says I, ' you jest brace up till I pit back you jest think o' Laty. You're his ma an' he needs you think o' that An' 'Mandy,' says I, if I don't git back, an' you git out o' here all right, you remember that Lib Dill ain't no hard feel- in's agin you nor Jack an' if I do git back, an' you don't git out o' here, you remember to your last breath that Lib Dill will be a mother to your baby.' " Then X brought straw an' rags an' cov- ered her up the best I could. She lay still, cryin' an' goin' on fit to break one's heart I bent over her an' said, " Good-bye, 'Man- dy I'm goin" " Snie never said a word, but she flung her one free arm round my neck an' kissed an' that made it all right 'tween me an' and expertsn.Swsni AtMMKW CMJJMB, mUBYDLUt, •HjIF. CfaarieNd 1857. Over 4,000 Mudentseanriled. IMplomaa awaidetllB CeQcgriste Cotine. 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I ain't worried none 'bout him, but, Jack O 'Mandy " " Yes," said Lib, wearily, a little later, " I did have an awful pull to git here but 1 krowed ev'ry foot of the way. It was lucky I snatehed my old cloak and shawl when 'Mandy drove me out, or I'd froze.' " Before noon bhe next day Silas Bay, the landlord, came down the mountain, carry- ing baby Laty tenderly in his strong arms. The child was asleep with the tears on his pretty face. Lib reached up her arms for the baby. Silas laid him gently down by her side and said, " I reckon you'ye as good a right to him as anybody now. They're bringing his father andmother down â€" dead." My interest in the brave girl and her for- lorn charge led me to take them with me when I left Crystal Camp, and I finally turn- ed them over to some wealthy friends of mine in the East, who were both willing and able to provide for them. This was ten years ago. 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The eon had i^a flwning disc. fi^UI-td^STafd ^^J^iwise of her agony and I* -fdlnpon the letter th i "y^ S^ irrws, and she remei r f o«sSd her hands to hi fa^hSSTtoandfro, then ^JdciSTwhich. with its d, •rf^ on a ribbon about he ftt tofling away forever fron »»* tis w between her and \Stu5 prond self-contr. I S • her furj' and agony Itfher "training all the id to find Bome way of st _^ which her own hand ha WLt from receiving. â-  ae to her feet, leaned her tw Jwhiteface against the tr fSS wood, and turned tack *Sy»ch»nce,"Bhemuttered^ «dl can but try- Oh. I not give up without a CBAPTER IV. ichoyle Castle, on the banks W never looked more mel did on the wet June eveniE ,r lay dead within its w majr over the river, and the ater as it beat against the Blow, and the slow unceasing inrch bell some way down the he only sounds that distur unnatural silence. The whc gd to rfecognize the presence chamber where lay the body loyle. le servants' hall there were i merriment and secret and F, while the late master's fail 'iLqgs were discussed in qui There were no tears sht ,ge church bell announc le of Verschoyle had depai 1 his nephew and presun only a q nite sorrow. The )t been loved. scene outside the Castle, viev -wreathed paths by the cli ' was a melancholy one indc Neville seemed to thin and down, the tall gray [e on one side, a hedge of A .pon the other. The youi »re a sorrowful look as he wa id, for, honest and generoui he was, even he could not [th and high social ^sit I however was first in t eht of her even subdued tl Donate love that an Irishn home of his race while it 1 romantic, unpractical sid man's character to be disinh ke. And yet he seemed ve I as he paced slowly bsMskv I along the river walk. Toold I undo what I have doi l! Dol regret it for a single ked himself, looking .down kg water. "Noâ€" a thousand proud, beautiful darling II one, and I knew all, I woulc » win and wed her, and wouL r own free will what I must [necessity. Yes bietter our 1: ir love for each other than tl i and those rich lands witi 1 a dreary and desolate hear per than ever money could i 1 more than all the gold in le last words fell slowly and h |Wsl^ and the sorrowful nmitenance deepened just as Idunged to rain and the ever |mto night He paused in h 4 heedless of tiie falling r I ^â- 'tiiewetroBes. while hi ^â- [Jw her I tremble, not â- " all this almost without â- wve her with all my •t h«r love for me is not t y«ki wd I fear that the Sf? '"»«le'» wealth throuj '^BlMtden her heart again "•^compare the splendo J**"Jnple home I nave 1 a* have given me one wo I saoonragement^ ia. the te .T4J.^°"'»*«a?o. My i/»*,ofit. Oh, if it ii .V V*. «"0««i the money vat i!l^9"«»»on aloud, i !««« tEat was almost ^•« he took a telegrai J*»«_«nd began tnmin Ifcl^?.?'**"' tl^ read tij^'^liave repeated tl J "aent until I see you. d*S.?5."dhewa8 8til iS*^y to gather fi i2J^*5awhich it wai !£^f»w-rsaUed out lot lS^«^ Glynn? Wh^ tujg^tomopeandi iSIL!5°J8^ *or that 1 litT*" can hear it *-.i**»o out to think *â€" -^â- *" Gkttet Croft, tnmingap "I ahw ayear i toabze i Mttof my hea ** "ly oaae, « sQM ia b pointed miimigmm