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men BRND BUXiLKTIN, RBND, OMKKXv'rilURMDAV, MAHCH 11, 19JM iTV- EOhP OOPI6HT o x.cjhojwo CHAPTER XVII. The Trait to Ottawa. "When my eyes npiln opened It toh to dnrkness nutl alienee ns profound as Umt of my former unconsciousness. For the moment I felt no certainty oven that I wns nctuiilty nllvo, ;;ct Mowly, lltth by little, renllty con quered, nnd I became keenly con cclous of physical tmln, while memory nlso brgjnn to blindly reassert Itself. I could Fee nothing, hear nothing. All nhout wns Impenetrable blnckiu'&i and the. stlcuca of the grave. I found myself unnhlp to move my bodj nnd when I desperately attempted to ilo so, even tne slightest motion brought pnln. I became conscious also of a weight cruhltiR down upon me, and Mining my breath. One of my arms wns free; I could move tt about within nurrow limits, although It ached ii from n sor.lous burn. By use of It I endeavored through the black darkness to learn the nature of that heavy ob ject lying across my chest, feeling nt It cautiously. My fingers touched cold, dead flcrh, from contnet with which they shrunk In horror, only to en counter n strand of coarse hair. The llrst terror of this discovery wns over whelming, yd I persevered, satisfying myself that It was the half-naked body of nn Indian n very giant of n fellow which lay stretched across me, nn Immovable weight. Something else, perhaps another dead man. held my feet as though In a vise, and when I ventured to extend my one free arm gropingly to one side, the Angers en countered a moccaslnert foot. Scarcely daring to breathe, I lay staring up ward and. far above, looking out through it might be. n jagged, over hanging .ass of timbers, although flcnrcoly discernible, my eyes caught the sliver glimmer of a stnr. T was nllvo alive I Whatever had occurred In that fateful hecond to de flect that murderous tomahawk, Its keen edge had failed to reach me. And what had occurred? Then It was that the prolwhle truth eigne to me that flash and roar; that last Impression Imprinted on my brain before utter darkness descended upon me, must have meant an explosion, an upheaval shattering the cabin, bringing tbe roof down upon the struggling mob within, the heavy timbers crushing out their lives. Ami the cause l But one wns possible the hnlf-keg of blasting powder Kennedy had placed In the cor ner as n Inst resort. Had Tim reached it In a final, mad effort to destroy, or had some accidental flamo wrought the terrible destruction? Perhaps no one could ever answer thnt but was I thero alonu, the sole survivor? Hnd those others of our little party died nmld their Indian enemlei. and were tljey lying now somewhere In this darkness, crushed nnd mangled In tbe midst of the debris? Kennedy, Klslc Clnrk. the hnlf vlttwl boy Axx Ilnll their faces seemed to stare at me out of the black ness. They must be dead I Why, I. had seen1 Kennedy fall, the heedless feet crunching his face, nnd Am Hall tossed Into the nlr nnd shot at ns he fell. Klolse! Elolse! I covered my eyes with the free band, conscious thnt I was crying like n child Klolse. My God. Klolse I I wonder If I fainted; I knew fo little nf ter that ; so little, ex cept that I suffered belplcsnly. If I did not faint, then I must hove been Upon the verge of Insanity, for there wns a time God knows how long when nil wns blank. Some slight, scarcely distinguishable noise aroused me. Yes, It was actually a sound, as though t-orncone moved n tho room moved stealthily, as though Upon bands nnd kneex, seeking n pas sage In (lie darkness. I Imagined I could distinguish breathing. Who, what could It be? A man ; : prowling wild animal which hnd scented blood? Rut for my dry, parched Jlpsf I would have tried out yet even with tho vnln endeavor, doubt silenced me. Who could be there who? Somo sneaking, cownrdly thief.; some despoller of the dead? Some Indian returned through the night to take bis toll of scalps, hoping to thus proclaim himself a mighty warrior? More likely enemy than friend, It was better that I lie, nnd suffer than appeal to such a fiend for mercy. The slight sound shifted to the right of whero I lay, no longer reminding me of the slow progress of a moving body, but rather us though someonu were attempting blindly to scrape to gether nsheH In tho fireplace, I pressed my one free hand beneuth my jteck. nnd thus, by an effort, lifted myself so us to see moro clearly beyond tho shoulder of the dead Indian. Tho first tiny, nickering spark of flro had caught jho dry wood, and was swiftly bursting into flame. In another moment this bad Illumined that stooping ilgure, nnd rested In hluzo of light upon tho lowered fiice, bringing out. the features ns though they were framed against thj black wall beypnd a Roman's face, the fnco of EIolso! I gave vent to one startled, Innrtlcu lute, cry, nnd sho sprang to her feet, tho mantling (liyuea .girdling her us though sho'were u statue. In that first t r I t'htoned piirn ' f"Meil to see The , Devi w Own. Aimf AjBUk Hawk War Jt4Jtl mo; her whole posturo told of fear, of indecision. "Who wns It spoko? Who railed? Is someone nltve here?" The trembling words sounded strange, unnatural. I .could barely whisper, yet I did my best. "It Is Steven, Elolse como to me." "Steven I Steven Knox alive I Oh. my God; you hhvo unswered my prayer l" She found mo, heedless of nil tho horror In between, ns though guided by some Instinct, and dropped on bur knees beside me. I felt u tear fall on my cheek, and then the warm, eager pressure of her lips to mine. I could notspenk; I could only hold her close with my one baud. "You are suffering," she cried. "What can I do? Is It this Indian's body?" "Yes," I breathed, tho effort of speaking nn agony. "He lies directly across my chest, n dead weight." It tnxed her strength to the utmost, but. oh, the Immediate relief I With the drawing of n full breath I felt u return of manhood, ti revival or life. Another body pluned my limbs to tho floor, but this wns more easily dis poned of. Then, I managed to lift my self, but with tho first uttumpt her arm was nhout my shoulders. "No; not nlone let mo help you. Do you really think you can stand? Why. you nre hurt, dear; this Is a knife wound In your side. It looks ugly, but Is not deep and bleeds no longer. Are there other Injuries?" "My head rings, and this left arm appears paralyzed, from blows, no doubt; there nre spots on my body which feel like burnt. No, I urn not In bad shape. Now let me stand nlone; that's better. Good God, what a scene t" Tho fire, by this time blazing bright ly, gave us n full view of the entire dismantled Interior, The ctibln was n complete wreck, tho roof practically all gone nnd the upper logs of the side walls elt!?r fallen within or dangling In threat. Clearly enpugh it bad been tle sudden plunge of heavy timbers and the dlslodgraent of those upper logs, which accounted for this havoc of death. There were dead there pierced by bullets and brained by rltle stocks, but, the many hud ouet their fate under the avnlanche of logs, uud amid tho burning glare of exploding powder. Only between arched timbers nnd sections of fallen roof could we movu a; all, and beneath the network of this entanglement tbe majority of tbe bodies lay, crushed nnd mangled. I saw KIrhy, free from his bonds, but ileud beneath a heavy beam. His face was toward us and tho flicker of Hnmo revealed a dark spot on bis forehead his life had never been crushed out by that plunging timber which pinned him there; tt had been ended by u bul let. My eyes sought hers, In swift memory of my Inst order, and she must have read my thought. "No," she raid, "not that. Steven. It was the boy who shot him. Oh, please, can we not go? There Is light already In the sky overhead see. Take me away frorahere anywhere, out side." "In a moment; all these surely are dead, beyond our nld, and yet we must not depart foodless. We know not how far It still may bo to Ottawa. Walt, while I search for the things we need." "Not nlone; I must be where I can touch you. Try to understand. Oh, you do not know those hours I have spent In ngony I have died a thou sand deaths since that sun went down." "You wero conscious1 all night' long?" "Conscious? Yes, nnd unhurt, yt prisoned helple&i beneath those two logs yonder, saved only by that over turned bench. Elsie, poor thing, never knew how death came. It was so swift, but I lay there, within a foot of her body unscrutched. I could think only of you, Steven, but with never a dream that you lived. There were groans at first and cries. Some Indians crept In through the door and dragged out a few who lived. Ijut with tho coming of darkness all sound ceased and such silence was even more dreadful than the calls for help. Ob, I cannot toll you," nnd sho clung to me, her volco breaking. "I I dared not move for hours, nnd then, whon I did try, found I could not; that I wns bold fast. Only for n kulfo In the hands of n dead snvnge, which I managed to secure, I could never hnvo freed myself. And oh, the unspeakable horror of creeping In the darkness among those bodies. I knew where the fireplace must bo (but there might be live coals thero still. I hnd to have light; I had to know If you were dend." "Don't think about It any moro, dear heart." I urged. "Yes, we can go now nothing elso holds uh hero." Wo crept out through tho door, un derneath u mass of di'hrl, Into tho gray of the dawn, lleyontl n llttlo grove wo found some hornes browsing In the deep grass; they wero thoso that had brought us from Yellow Hanks, nnd whinnied n greeting ns wo drew near. Two of them were fit to ride uud the others followed, limping along 'behind. A half mile up the vnllew wo came to a beaten trull, running straight ncross from bluff to bluff, nnd disap pearing Into the prairie beyond, bend ing directly toward the sunrise. We stopped uud looked bnck for the first time. There on the side of the slope, under the shnde of the big tree, stood the cabin. Only for the wreck of the roof It sjwke no message of the trag edy within. Tho sun's rnys gilded It. nnd the smoke from Its chimney seemed h beckoning welcome. I reached out uud took her hand, nnd our eyes met In understanding. What I whispered need Hot bo told, and when we again rode forwanl, It was upon tho trail to Ottawa. , THE END m9 (To Do Continued.) High Trlecs May Cnuso lllnei. At this season of tho your when fresh vegetables nre so high many persons suffor from deranged digest ion. It you feel dull and sluggish, or If you suspect Indigestion or consti pation you will feel better tomorrow If you take a Foley Cuthartlc Tab let tonight. They bunlsh biliousness and headache. Adv. Composer's Prcullir Method, The world's masters of art nnd mu sic nnd literary geniuses have used different mentis for arousing Inspira tion nnd stimulating Imagination, an exchange recoils. Thus. Grieg, tho musician, when ho was about to com pose, used to heat his bend for sev eral days whereupon ho would, lose his appetite and his eyes would become Intlnmed and his Imagination thereby stlmulnted. 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