Indianapolis News, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 June 1892 — Page 11

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JUNE 4,

OB tbl* fwn, At* banfar b«jond the cmI ram b«z shaped the roagb twraty-fiT* and thlrtp-

eenta.

*Twas only fifty year* ayo yon only bad ana |*o anrerrata year baaaty and In area— your Raw yoo’ve got two aoraMptlona draaaoa an’ a mo*i tromendooa bonnot, frith a monat'ou# bortteultu'al Calr a-flour-tablnc open M. tbroa ahafra wax la oar Mltia’-rooia bat fifty year* ayo, __ Bat wo b*T proepered woadorf Oy, am’ aow tharo’s fiVa. yon know. Wo'Tt yainad a lamp, a poddia’-dlak, aa oatra yoke or stoore, ▲ tiia’etone.aa’ a ding la-cart, an’ all la fifty

yaara.

It'* all troa w’at oar paator said, tbs warl’ movar last to-day, fin’ WHh a quick, alectri* wlz goaaaplaaia’ oa tt Jsat Koetfapiaaia’ on its way until it* work lat tbero’e raw rainaars, my dear wlfa, wbo’rs •pun as wa nor spaa. —[Yankaa Blade.

and when his glaas had bcaa filled be said, tboagbtfaliy: “This thiay isn't accord in e to Hoyle. Taara’s aarar baea any trouble Just like this la the Talley before. What’s that MeGaoa said about the lady being bis wile? If it’s the ease, where her we been ia the show? Where was wa whan the license was around? It Isn’t good citizen-

ship, and I hem asy doubts.”

Another miser, known aa the Presbyterian, added: “There’s some sknldnegerr in it, I goesa. The lady baa had aa much protection aa if aba was the sister ef erery citizen of the place—jest aa much as Lady /ana here [Lady Jane, the sister of the proprietor of the Saints’ Repose, administered drinks], and she’s played this stacked band on aa, has rone one bettor oa the

PRETTY PIERRE.

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“Angels betide me, li’a a memory I bars •f a time whia lack waaa’t tolda’ her arms round me, aad aot so far baek either, and I on tbs wallaby track hot-foot for tbs City

ef Gold.”

Bbon IfeOaon said this in the coarse of a discussion eo the prosperity of the Pipi Valley, Pretty Pierre, the French balfbreed, remarked la reply, “the wallaby

K—eh—what is that, bbon?”

"It’s a bit of a bay then y’ars, Pisrrs. The wallaby traek?—that’s the name in Australia for trample’ west tbroogh the plains of tbs Nsysr Neyer country lookin' for tbs laskef tbo world; as, bedad. It’s msself that knows it, and no other, and not by book or tollin’ either, but with the grip •f thirst at ms throat and a rsef In ms belt •Tsry hour to Ijoist the knew in';” and Shon

proceeded to light bis pipe afresh.

"Hut ths City of Gold—was thers much

wealth for yda there, bhon?”

Bbon laughed, aad said bstweea the puffs •f smoks, "Wealth for me, is it? Oh, mothsr o' Hosts t wsalth of work and the pride of hyin’ la the heart of us, and the grip of an honest band betune whiles; and

what mors do y' want, Pierre?"

Ths Frenchman's drooping syslids closed a little more, and he replied meditatively, "Money?—no, that is not, Shoo McCann. Tbs good-fallowship of thirst?—yes, a little. Ths grip of tbo honest bind?—quite; and the grip of an honeat waBt—well, perhaps; of tho waist which is aot honest?—tshI ha

Is gay—aol so!"

The Irishman took his pipo from hfs mouth, and hold it poised before him. He looked inquiringly and a little frowningly at tho other for a moment, as if doubtful Whether to resent tbs sneer that accompanied ths words just spoken; but at last ha said good-humoredly: “Perils betide mo, but it’s mnoh 1 fear ths honest weist hasn’t always been ms portion—Usstso

forgive me I”

"Mon Pisa, this Irishman!” replied Pisrrs. "He is gay, of good heart; hs •mils, and ths women are at his heels; be laugb, and they are on thsir knees—hs is a

fool, quits!”

Still Bhon MoOann laughed.

"A fool I am, Pierre, or I’d bo in ould Ireland at this minute, with a roof o’ me ;B oyer ms and tho friends o’ mo youth d ms, and brats on ms knee, and ths

o’ God in ms heart"

Mais, Bhon," mookfngly rejoined tha Frenchman, "Mila is not Ireland, but thars la much like that to bo done hers—there is a roof and there Is that woman at Ward’s Mistake aad ths brats—sb, by and by?” Bhou’s faes sloudsd; ha hssitotsd, than

"That woman do y* say,

>at nurssd ms whan ths Hon-

orsbls aad massif wars taksn sat of Bandy Prift, mors dsad than livin'; aha that brought ms back to lift aa good as svsr. barrio’ this soar on ms fsrsbsad and a •tillpass at ms olbow, aad ths Honorabls as right aa ths son, mors luck to him!—whioh bs doesn’t naad at ail, with tha wind of fortune in bis book and shiftin' naither to right nor lafti—That woman! faith y’d battor not out ths words as sharp batons ysr

tooth, Pisrrs.”

"But I will aay mors—a littls—last ths sama. Bhs aarssd you, yss, that is good;

Pisrrs,” aaid King Kinkley, "yoa’rs on ths track of ths secret, aad app«ar to her the excess of tha lady; blaze it oat—blaze it oat” Fierce rejoined; "I know something; bnt It is good we wait until 10 o’clock. Than I will show you all ths cards in ths pack. Yes, so.” And though thers was some gambling. Pisrrs bad his way. Tbs spirit of adventure and mutual interest bad thrown ths Frenchman, tbs Irishman, and ths Honorabls last Trafford together on the cold side of the Canadian Koekies; and they had journeyed to this other tide, where the warm breath from the Pacific passed to its concealing in ths ranges. They bad come to the Pipi field when it was languishing. From the moment of their coming its lack changed; it became prosperous. They conquered the Valley each aftec his kind. Tbs Honorable—hs was always caiisd that —mastered its resources bv a series of "great lucks," as Pierre termed it, had achieved a fortune and made no enemies; and but two months before the day wbosa ioc dents are here recorded had gone to the coast on business. Bhon bad won the reputation of be.ng a "white man,” to say nothYbg of his victories in the region of gallantry. He made no wealth; he only cot that he might epend. Insnmaniike, he would barter the chances of fortune fjr the lilt of a voice or the clatter of a pretty foot. Pierre baa different. "Women, ah, no!” he would aay; "they make men fools or devils.” The Pipi was a young and comparativelv virgin field; the quarry was at bis hand. He did not love gain for Hs own sake; it waa ths gams that sntbralled him. He would have played his life against the treasury of a kingdom, and, having won it with loaded doubls'aixes. have handed back the spoil as aa naredeemable national debt. He fell st last, and In falling conquered ths Pipi vallev; at ths same time be was considered a fearless and liberal citizen, who could shoot as straight as he played we 1. He made an exeuraion to another field, however, at an opportune time, and it waa during this interval that the accident to Bhon and the Honorable had occurred, He returned but a lew hours before this Barrel with Bhon occurred, and in the ints’ Repose, whither hs bed at onoe gone, hs was told of the accident While his informant related tne incident and the roroatio sequence of Rhon’s infatuation, ths woman passed ths tavern and was pointed out to Pierre. The Frenchman had not much excitableness in his nature; but when he aaw this beautiful woman with a touch of the Indian in,her contour, his pale face flushed, and hs showed his set teeth under his slight mnstache. He watched her until she entered a shop, on the signboard of which was written—written ainoe he had left a few months ago.

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Bhon had then entered the Raints’ Repose; and we know the rest A couple of hours after this nervous episode, Pierre might have been seen standing in the shadow of the pines not far from the house at Ward’s Mistake, wheie, he had been told, Lucy Kiras lived with an old Indian woman. He stood scarcely moving, and •rooking cigarettes, until the door opened. Bhon flame out and walked down the hillaide to tne town. Then Pierre went to the door, and, without knocking, opened it and •ntor«d. A woman started up from a seat where she was sewing, and turned toward him, Aa she did so, the work, Shon’s coat, dropped from her hands, her face paled, and her eyes filled with fear. Bhe leaned againet a' chair for support; this man’s presence had weakened her so.- Bhe stood silent, save for a slight moan that broke from her lips as the Frenchman lighted a cigarette coolly, and then said to an old Indian woman who sat upon the floor braiding a basket: "Gat up, Ikni, and go ' away—quick.” Ikni rose, came over, and peered into the face of the half-breed. Then she muttered: "I know you—1 know you. The dead hat oome back again." Bhe caught bis arm with her bonv fingers as if to satisfy herself that he was flesh and blood, and shaking her head dolefully, west from the room. When the door closed behind her, there was a silence, broken only by au exclamation from the man.

The other drew her hand across her eves,

or else they art worse. Tfalt one?—she is "Francois,” aha replied, "you are aliyc.”

worse. Vsa; you wlh take my adyice, Bhon

McGann.”

Tha Irishman came to his feat with a

tha gambler, to be revilin’ a woman; and I throw it in yer face, though I’ve slept tnder the earns blanket with ye aa’ drank >ut of the same cup on many a tramp, that you he dirty and black when ye spake ill if—my wife.” This conversation had occurred in a quiet corner of the bar-room of the Saints’ Raposa. Tha first few sentenoea had not hhen heard by tha others present; but fthaa'a last speech, delivered in a ringing tona, draw tha miners to their feet, in expeotatiou of seeing ehota exchanged at Tha coda required satisfaction, imitc and decisive. Bhon was not and soma one thrust a pistol toward hut he did not take it. IHerre rose, coming slowly to him, laid a slender finger on his chest and aaid: <,T Sol I did not know that she was your wlfa. That ia a surprise—yes.” Tha miaera nodded assent. Ha continued: "Lucy Rives your wife! Ha, ha, Shon IfoGaun! that is such a joke.” "It’s no joke, but God’s truth, and the lie la with you. Pretty Pierre.” Muraure of anticipation ran round tho Yoom; but the Frenchman aaid: "There Will bo aatiafaetion altogether, but it ia my whim to prove what I say first; then”— fondling his revolver—“then;*e shall settle! But, see, you will meet me hero at 10 o’elook to-night, and I will make it, moo Dion! so clear, that tho woman is vile. Yea, I think!” Tho Irishman suddenly clutched tho gamIdar, shook him like a dog, and throw him againet the farther wall. Pierre’s pistol waa leveled from the instant Bhon moved, hut he did not use it. He rose on one kata after tho violent fall, and, pointing it at the other a head, said coally: "I could kill you, Bhon MoGaan, so easy! But it ie not my whim. Till 10 o’clock is not long to wait, aad then, just hero, oao of us shall die. Is it not sor’ Tha Irishman did aot flinch before tho Wietoi Ho said with low fierceness: "At 10 o’etoek. or now, or any time, or at any place, ye’ll find me ready to break the back of the line ye’ve spoken, or bo broken meaelt. Luey Rives is my wife, and she’s true aad straight as the sun in tho sky. I’ll bo kora at 10 a'dook. and as you aay, Piorra, oao of as makes the long reckoning for this.” And ho opened tho door and wcat

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Frenchmen moved to the bar, aad down a handful of silver, aaid: we drink after eo much heat, “■“t on, one amk.” responded to tho invitation. |>athy «a« mostly with Shoo Mer admiration was about equally j ter Pretty Pierre had the quality ■ft to ae active a degree ae the and they knew that eome extraawing greater exciteFrenchman’s refusal head a me-

"Yes, I am alive—quite, Lucy Hives.” . Bhe shuddered, then grew still again, and

whispered:

"Why did you let it be thought that you were drowned? Why? Oh, why?” she

moaned.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, between the puffs of .moke: "Ah, yet, my Lucy, why? It was so long ago. Let me see—so—so—euht years. Eight yean is a Iona time to remember,

eh?”

He came toward her. Bhe drew back, but her hand remained on the chair, lie touched the plain gold ring on her finger, and said: "You still wear it. To think of that—so loyal for a woman! How she remembers, men Dieu! * • • But shall I not kiss you?—yea, just once titer eigt\t years—my wife.” Bhe breathed hard and drew back against the wall, her eyes all dszea and frightened, and said: "No, bo, do not oome near me: do not speak to roe—ah, please stand back for a moment, please!” He shrugged hie shoulders slightly, and continued with mock tenderness: “To think that thioro come round so! And here you have a home. Yet,, that ie good. I am tired of much travel and life all alone. The prodigal goes not to the home, the home ootuee to the prodigal.” He stretched up hie arms as if with a feeling of content. "Do you—do vou not know,” she said, "that—that ” He interrupted her: "Do 1 not know, Lucy, that this is your home? Yea. But is it not all the same? I gave you a home eight years ago—to think, eight yeans ago! Wa quarreled one night and I left sou. Next morning my boat Was found balow the White Cascade—yea, but that waa so stale a tr.ck! It was not worthy of Frsmcois Rives. He would do it so much better now; but he was young than—just a boy, and foolish. Wall, eit down, Lucy, it ie a long story, and you have much to tell, how mneb—who knowe?” She came slowly forward and said, with a painful efibn “You did a great wrong, Francois Rives. You have killed mo.” “Killed you, Lucy, my wifo! Pardon 1 Never in those days did von look so charmlag as now—never! But the great surprisa of seeing your husband, it has made you shy—yea, quite. There will be much time to come for you to change all that. It is quite pleasant to think oa, Luay. • • • You remember the song we used to sing ou tha Chaudiere St. Antoine? See, I have aot forgotten it: " ‘H y a longtemps qua ja t’alma; Jaaaaiajoaat’oubliaraL’” He hummed the Hues over and over, watching through his half-shut ayee tha tortore be waa infliotiag. "Oh, Mother of God,” she whisporod, "havo raorcy! Can you not sea, do you aot know? 1 am aot as you laft me 1” “Yes, my wift, you are just tha toma; not aa hour older. I am glad that you have oome to me. Voila, Sow thoy will onvv Fratty Piarrel” "fcavy—Pretty—Piana," aha repeated, distress; "are yea Pretty Pierre? Ah, I

aiigkt have known. I might have known!” "Yes, and eo! Ie not Prettv Pierre aa

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good a name as Francois Rivas? la it aat

as good as Shoo McGann T’

"Oh, I see it all, I see it all now,” she mournfully said. "It was with yoa ha quarreled aad about me. He would not toll me what it was. You know, than, that I am—that I am married—to him!” "Quite. I know all that; but it is oo marriage.” He rose to his feet aiowly, dropping the eigarette from his Kps as he did so. “Yes,” be continued, "aad I kaow that yoa prefer Bhon McGann to Pretty

Pierre.”

She spread out her heads appeahnglv. "But you are my wife, not his. Listen, do yon know what i shall do?—I will tell you ie two hours. It is now 8 o’clock. At 10 o’clock Shon McGann will meet me at he Saints’ Repose. Then you shall know. * * * Ah, it is a pity* Shon was ay good friend, but this spoils all that. Wine —it has danger; cards—there is peril in » rt; * “Oh, God,” she pitifully said, "what did I do? There is no sin in me. I waa your faithful wife, though you were cruel to me. You left me, cheated me, brought this upon me. It is you that have done this Wickedness, not l.” She buried her face in her bauds, falling on her knees beside the

chair.

He bent above her: "You loved the young avocat better eight years ago.” She sprang to her feet. "Ah, now 1 understand,” the said; “that wat why you quarreled with me; why you deserted'ms—you were not man enough to say what made you so much the—to wicked and so hard -” "Be thankful, Lucy, that I did not kill you then,” he interjected. "But it is a l e,” she cried: "a lie!” She went to the door aud called the In-

dian woman.

"Ikni,” she aaid. "He dares to say evil of Andre and me. Think—of Andre!” Ikni came to him and put her wrinkled face clone to bis, and said : “She was yours, only yours; but tae spirits gave you a dev;l. Andre, oh, oh, Andre! The father of Andre was her fathe*—ah, that makes your sulky eyes to open, lani knows how to (peak. Ikni nursed Aem both. If you had waited you should have known. But you ran away l.ke a wolf from a coal of fire; yon •baMiued death like a fox; you come back like tbc snake to crawl into'the house aud strike with poison tooth, when you should be with the worms in the ground. But Ikni knows—you shall be struck^ with poison too; the Spirit of the Red Knife waits for you. Andre, Andre,

was of her father too.”

He pushed her aside savagely. "Be still!" he said; “get out—quick. Mon

Dieu, quick!”

When they were alone again he continued with less auxer in hia tone: “So, Andre, the avocat and yoq—that, eh? Weil, you see how much trouble has come; and now this other—a secret, too! When were you

married to Shon M Gann?”

"Last night,” she bitterly replied, “a priest came over from the Indian viiiage.” “Last night,” he musingly repeated— "last night I lost two‘thousand dollars at the Littie Goshen field. I did not play well last night; I wat nervous. In eight years,! bad not lost so much at one game as I did last night. It was a punishment for plaviug too honest, or something; eh, what do you think, Luey—or something, eh?” Bhe said nothing, bat rocked her body

to and fro.

“Why did you not make the marriage

with Bhon to be known?”

“He was to have told it to-night,” she

•aid.

There was silence for a moment, then a thought flashed into his eyes, and he rejoined with a jarring laugh: “Well, I will play a game to-night, Lacy Rives; such a game that Pretty Pierre will never be torgotten in the Pipi valley; a beautiful game, just for two. And the other who will play, ah, the wife of Francois Rives shall see if she is patient; but she must be patient, more patient than her husband was eight years ago.” “What will you do?—tell me, what will you do*” “1 will play a game of cards—just one magnificent game; and the cards shall not be stacked. AU shall be lair, quite, as when you and 1 played in the little house by the Chaudiere—at first, Lucy—before I was a devil.” ., Was this peculiar softness to bis last tones assumed or real? She looked at him inquiringly; but he moved away to the window and stood gazing down the hillside toward the town below. “I will die,” she said to herself, in whispers—“I w 11 die.” A minute passed, and then Pierre turned and said to her: “Lucy, he i- coming up the hill. Listen. If yo*u tell him that I have seen you, I will shoot him on sight, dead. You would save him, for a little, for an hour or two—or more? Well, do as I say, for these things must be according to the rules of the game, and I myself will tell him all at the Baints' Rei>o<e. II gave me the lie there; I will tell him the truth before them all. WU1 you do as I say?” Bhe hesitated an instant, and then replied, “1 shall not tell him.” “There is only one way, then,” he continued; “you must go at once from here into the woods behind there and not see him at all. Then at 10 o’clock you will come to the Baiuts’ Repose, if you choose, to know how the game lias ended.” Bhe was trembling, moaning, no longer. A set look had come into her face; her eyes were steady and hard. She quietly replied: "Yes, I shall be there.” He came to her, took her hand, and drew from her finger the wedding ring waich last night Shon McGann ha i placed there. Sne submitted passivelv. Then with an upward wave of his fingers he spoke in a mocking lightness, but without any of the malice that had first appeared in his tones, words from an old French song: I sav no more, my lady— Mironton. nr ronton, mlrontaine!

ing she had dropped aad looked at it as «M would regard a reiio of the dead ; he lifted her handkerchief, kissed it, aad pat it ia ( hia breast. He took a revolver from hia i pocket aad examined it eloeely, looked ‘ round the room aa if to fasten it ia his memory, aad thea passed oat, closing the door behind him. He walked dowa the hillside and wcat to her shop ia the one street of the town, bat she waa apt there,

nor bad the lad in charge seen her.

Meanwhile Prettv Pierre had made hia way to the Saiata* Repose, ana was sitting among she miners, indolently smoking, in vain he was asked to play cards. Hia one reply wna: "No, pardon, no! I play one

only gama to-night, the bis

The

iggest game ever ’ In vain, also.

I say no more, my lady. As nougat more can bs

said.

He opened the door, motioned to the Indian woman, and in a few moments tbe broken-hearted Lucy Rives aud her companion were hidden in the pines; and Pretty Pierre also disappeared into tbe shadow of the woods as Bbon McGann appeared on the crest of the hiii. The Irishman walked slowly to the door end uausmg, said to himself: “I couldn’t run tiie big risk, me darlm,’ without seein' you again, God beln me! There’s danger ahead which little i’d care for if it wasn't for you.” Then he stepped inside the house. The place was silent. Hr called, but no one answered. He threw open the doors of the rooms, but they were empty; he went outside and called again, but no reply came except the swish of a nighthawk’s wings and the cry of a whippoorwill. Hi went back into the house and sat down with hia head between bis hands. Bo, for a moment and then he raised his head and said, with a aad smile: “Faith, Bhon, me boy, this takee\ the life out of ye! The empty house where ahe ought to be, and the smile of her ao sweet, and the hand of her that falls on yer shoulder like a dove ou the blessed altar—gone, and lavin’ a chill on y’r heart like a touch of the dead. Sure, nivir a wan of me saw any that could stand wid her for goodness, barrin’ the angel that kissed me good-bye with one foot in the stirrup an' the troopers behind me, now twelve years gone, in ould Donegal, and that I’ll nivir see agin, she lyin’ wbere the hate of the world will vex the heart of her no more, and the masses gone up forhersouL Twice, twice in ^er life, Bhon McGann, has tbc cup of God’s joy been at yer lips, cod is it both times that it’s to spill? Pretty Pierre shoots straight and sadden, end maybe it’s aisy to see the end of it; but as the just Gml is above us. I’ll give him the lie in his throat again for the word he said agin me dariin’. What’s the aril thing that he has to say? W hat’s the Satan’a proof he would bring? And where is she now?—where are you, Luey? I know the proof I’ve got in me heart, that the wreck of the world oouldn't shake, while that, light born of Heaven, swims up to your eyes whia yon look at ms!" He rose to his feet again and walked to and fro; he went onoe more to the doors; be looked here nod there through the growing dusk, bat to no purpose. Bbe had aaid that she would not go to her shop this right; bat if not, then where could she have gone —aad Ikni, toe? He felt there was more awry in his life than be eared to put into thought er speech. He picked ap the sew-

played ia the Pipi valley,

waa he asked to dunk. He refused the hospitality, defying the danger that such lack of good-fellowship might bring forth. He hammed in snatches to himself the words of a song that the Brules were wont to sing when they hunted the buffalo:

Voila! ft b the sport to ride; Ah. ah. the brave heater! To threat tbe arrow ia hb hide,

To eend the ballet through his side -

Ici, tbe buffalo, joli! Ah, ah. tbe bofihlo!

He sodded here and there as men entered, bnt he did aot stir from hie seat. He smoked incessantly, and his eyes, faced the door of tho ba-rroom that entered Upon the street There waa ao donbt in the minds of any present that the promised excitement would occur. Bhon McGann was as fearless as he was gay. The Pipi valley remembered the day in which he had twice risked his life to 'cave two women .from a burning bmlding—Lady Jane and another. And Lady Jane this evening was agitated, and once or twice furtively looked at something under the tmr counter; in fact a close observer weald have noticed anger or anxiety in tbe eyes of the daughter of Dick Waldron, tbe keeper of the Baiats’ Repnee; Pierre wonld ceria nly have seen it had he been looking that way. An unusual influence was working upon the frequenters of tbe Baints’ Repose. Planned, premeditated excitement was out of their line. Unexpectedness was the salt of their existence. This thing had an air of system not in accord with the suddenness of the Pipi mind. The half-breed was the only one entirely at bis ease; he was languid and nonchalant; tha

eeivea, with their pasteboard faces of life and death turned downward. Aa the plavers picked them up at last aud spread them out fan-like. Lady Jane slipped some-

thing into the hand of Lucv Rives.

Those who stood behind Shon McGann stared with anxious astonishment at hia band; it contained only aine aad ton spots. It was eeav to see the direction of the sympathy of Pipi Valiev, The Irishman’s lace turned a alight shade paler, hot he did not

tremble or appear disturbed.

Pierre plaved hb biggest card and took tbe point He coolly counted one and said:

“Game. I win.”

The crowd drew back. Both rose to their feet la the painful silence the half-breed’s hand was gently laid on the revolver. He lifted it aad paused slightly, his eyes fixed on the steady look ia those ef Shon MoGann. He reised the revolver again, till it level with Shon’s forehead, till it was

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lung lashes of his half-shut eyelids gave his

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face a pensive look. At last Kin; Kinkley walked over to him and said: “There’s an almighty mytieriousness about this event that isn’t joyful, Pretty Pierre. We want tb see the muss cleared up, of coarse; we want Shon McGann to act like a high-toned citizen, and there’s a general prejudice in favor of things bein’ on the flat of yonr palm, aa it were—this tbing hangs fire, and there’s a lack of animation about it, isn’t there?” To this Pretty Pierre replied: “What can I do? This is not like other things; one has to wait; great things take time. To shoot, ia easy; bat to shoot is notali, as you shall see if you have patience a little. Ah, mon ami, wbere there is a woman things are different, I throw a glass in roar face, we shoot, some one dies, and there it is auite plain of reason; you play a card which was dealt just now, I call you—something, and the swiftesTfinger does the trick; but when there is a woman, one must wait for

th« sport.”

It was at this point that Shon McGanq entered, looked round, nodded to all, and then came forward to tbe table where Pretty Pierre sat. As the Frenchmen took out his watch Bhon said firmly but quietly: "Pierre, I gave you tbe lie to-day concern-< ing my wife,and I’m here, aa 1 said I’d be, to stand by the word I passed then.” Pierre waved his fingers lightly toward the other and slowly rose. Then he said in •harp tones: "Yes, Shon McGann, you gave me the lie. There is but one thing for that in tbe Pipi valley. You choked me; I would not take that from a saint of heaven; but there was another thing to do first. Well, 1 have done it; I said I would bring proofs—I have them.” He paused, aud now there might be seen a shining moisture on his forehead, and his words came menacingly between his teeth, while the room became breathlessly still, save that in the silence a sleeping dog sighed heavily: "Shon McGann,” he said, "you are living with mr wife.” V Twenty men drew in a sharp breath of excitement, and Bbon came a step nearer to the other and said in a strange voice: "I —am—living—with—your—wife?” “As I say, with my wife, Lucy Rives. Francois Rives was my name eight years ago. We J quarreled. Heft her,and I never saw her again until to-night. You went to see her two hours ago. Yqn did cot find her. Why? Bbe was gone because her husband, Pierre, told her to go. You want a proof? You shall have it. Here is the wedding-ring you gave her last night.” He handed it over, and Shon saw insida it his own name and hers. “My God!” ha said, “did she know* Tell me she did not know, Pierre?” “No, she did not know. I have troth to speak to-right. I was jealous, mad, and foolish, aud I left her. My boat was found upset. They believed I was drowned. Bien, she waited until yesterday, and then she took you—hut she waa my wife, she ia my wife—and so you see!” The Irishman was deadly pale. "It’s an avil heart y’ had in ▼* then, Pretty Pierre, and it’s an avil day that brought this thing to pass, and there's only One way to tbe en<Lof it.” “Yes, that is true. There is only one way,” was the reply ; “but what shall that way be? Some one must go; there must he no mistake. I have to propose: Here on this table we lay a revolver. We will give up these which w» have in our pockets. Then we will play a game of euchre, and the winner ot the game shall have tbe revolver. We will play for a life. That is :air, eh—that is fair?” he said to those

around.

King Kinkley, speaking for the rest, replied: "i bat’s about fair. It g.ves both a chance, and leaves only two when It’s over. While the woman lives, one of you is naturally in the way. Pierre left her in a way that isn’t handsome, but a wife’s a wife, and though Bhon was all in the glum about the thing, and though the woman isn’t to be blamed either, there’s one too many of you, aud there’s got to be a vacation' for somebody. Isn’t that so?” Tbe reot nodded assent. They had been so engaged that they did not see a woman enter tbe bar from behind and cronch down beside Ladv Jane, a woman whom the latter touched affectionately on the shoulder and whispered to once or twice while she watched the ominous preparations for the

game.

The two men sat down, Shon McGann facing the bar and PreUy Pierre with hia back to it. Tha game began, neither man showing a sign of nervousness, though Shon was stM pale. The game was to finish for (ten points. Men crowded about the tables, silent and keenly excited. Cigars were chewed instead of smoked, and liquor was left undrunk. At the first deal, Pierre made a march, securing two. At the next, Shon made a point, and at the next also a march. The half-breed was playing a straight game. He could have stacked the cards, but he did not do so; deft as he was, he might have cheated even tbe vigilant eyes about him, as he had done before; but be played as souarely as. a novice. At the third, at tha fourth deal he made a march; at the fifth, sixth and seventh deals. Shoo made a march, a point and a march. Both now had eight points. At the next deal both got a point, and both stood at nine. Now came the oracial play. Daring the progress of the game nothing had been heard save thesonnd of aknuekle on the table, the flip-flap of the pasteboard or the rasp of a heel on the floor. There was a set smile on Shoa’s face—a forgotten smile, for the rest of the face was stern and tragie. Pierre smoked cigarettes, pausing, while his opponent was ahuiflmg and dealing. to light them. Behind the bar, aa the game proceeded, the woman who knelt beside Lady Jane listened to every sound. Her eyes grew more and more agonized as the numbers, whispered to her by her companion, climbed to the fatal ten. The last deal waa Shon’s; then was that much to his advantage. Aa he slowly dealt the woman—Lacy Rives—rose to her feet behind Lady Jane. So absorbed were all that none saw her. Her eyes passed from Pretty Pierre to Shon McGann and stayed. When the cards were dealt, with hot one point for either to gain and so win and save his life, there was a alight panae before the two took them up. Thev did aot look at

oven with hia hair! Then there wea a shot and some one fell, not Shon, hot Pierre, saying, as thev eenght him: “Mon Dien! Mon Dien! From behind!" Instantly there was another shot and some one crashed against the bottles in the bar. The other factor in the game, the wife, had shot at Pierre and then sent a ballet through her own lungs. Bhon stood for a moment aa if he was turned to stone, and then hia bead dropped in hia arms upon the table. He had seen both shots fired, but . could not speak in

time.

Pierre waa severely bnt not dangerously wounded in the neck and shoulder. But the woman? Thev brought her out from behind the counter. She still breathed; but on her eyea waa the film of coming

death.

She turned to where Shon sut. Her lipa framed his name, bnt no voice came forth. Some one touched him on the shoulder. He looked up and caught her last glance. He came and stood beside her; but ahe had died with that one glance from him bringing a faint smile to her lips. And the smile staved whan the life of her had fled—fled through the cloud over her eyes, from the tide-beat of her pulse. It swept out from the smoke and reeking air into the open world, and beyond into those untried paths where all must walk alone, aud in what bitterness known only to the Master of the World, who sees these piteous things aud knows in what fashion distorted lives shall be made straight and wholesome in the Places of Readjustment. Shon McGann stood ailant above the dead body. , One bv one tbe miners went out quietly. Prettv Pierre nodded^toward the door also, and King Kinkley and another lifted him and carried him toward it. Before they passed into the street he made them turn him so that he could see Bhon. He waved his hand toward her that bad been his wife, and said: “She should have shot but once and straight, Shon McGann, and then!— Eh. well!” The door closed, and Shon McGann was left alone with the dead.—[Gilbert Parker in English Illustrated Magazine.

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