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'hoxses grew louder.
At one side of the trail was a
boulder, so formed as to offer im
perfect concealment. The sheriff
nodded toward it. The man,
pausing for an instant, his face
suddenly lighting up, slipped out
With a clatter of hoofs the sb;
riders swept down the-.trail and
in an instant formed intoan anx
ious, excited ring around the
"He got me, then went on down
the trail," the sheriff, explained
weakly. "You can catch him in
half an hour. Don't anybody
stay with me. I'm all right."
The two who would have re
mained, mounted, at his insist
ence and thesix rode hotly down
the trail. As they disappeared,
the man behind the boulder
slipped out. The sheriff had
fainted. Theman knelt by his
side for several minutes, then
hurried up the trail toward Ty
son. V .
The sheriff was stil in a swoon
when'the six pursuers rodestern
ly back. They found at his side
a heavy cloth bag stuffed with
fn.oney and, by it, a rudely writ
-"You acted square with me,
'pard Here's all the swag I got
from them four jobs."
Tenderly they bore him "back to
Tyson, and a month later helped
;to re-elect him by an overwhelm
ing majority, it being agreed that
he-was square and that a square
v .THE VOYAGE '
My ship comes drifting to the
No treasures in her hold;
We skirted all the isles of time,
Yet we bring back no gold. ,
But one day in a golden sea
We, heard a fairy strain
That pattered down upon the
Like drops'of silver rain.
And one day by a lonely coast
We f ounda lonely ilower "
That had not looked upon man's
Until that happy hour.
And one white night weanchdred
- Some1 fragrant Araby
And could not tell the odors from
- The moonlight and the sea.
Now home at last with empty,
We put our guesting by
Andjind a, 'little patch of sun
Beneath a smiling sky.
And all the day we hear a song
That pattersjike the rain,'
And all the nightwe breathe and
Of Araby again.
The moonlight muffles up thfc
Of death's one lonely hour
And on a mortal coast we see
The one immortal -flower.
'man was what the county needeU
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