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A BAD TALED 13 rashes to the spring,'and filing his iat with the clear; éold-water, sprinkles her plentifully; again’ and again.” At length ‘his ek ertions are rewarded, aud, with a feeble moan, ‘she opens. her eyes: She sees| and recognizes her brother, then: closes’ them again, and relapses into uneonseiousness; © 2)" Presently she is able to tell the gad tdlé. °° How ‘acai end? daughter werespinning and weaving, when a pistol-sliot was heard, and then the door was suddenly filled with rude, rough. men. How they caught and removed ‘them ‘from. the which “was then fired! How they—but let it) suffice that the méther was’ ‘killed in aven te” to° Yee her daughter from ‘outrage. vty bys (a (sities aw Laflin learned that there aloha? ‘in the out- rage; tle'samie ‘he had seen ‘pass ‘him upon the road—Mattliew, Mark, Seth ind“Imke Keedy, the bandit’ Brothers. | And that, as they left, one of themshot her inthe ‘breast, atid teft her for dead. Deeeia~ ie L iG ; Dh ryt The brother stanched the blood and bound ‘up’ thé woutd, bat ‘all was in vain.) As tie stv slowly sunk to” its test, so did that young spirit’leave its carllily tenement.’ One long, last kiss, and Richard Laflity was Tet" Upon eairth ‘witlit out a'sibgle living relation T°) 6) « For’ a ‘tine Also biireh v eck sind?! Sai? in iedbe “Nis gaze bent upon’ the’ motionless’ forns dP tibee“he! baa Tovedd 6 dearly, now still and cold in the émbrace ‘of death. © Motidn less, save now'and then! a quiver that shook his entire frame. There was a ‘calm, stony look upon lis ‘fice, though his eyes shone like twin stare. He’ did not weep j his besten’ Was! t60 full of woe. | The stats canie eat one by one ine tie vast, bla seat | was thickly studded, yet he did not: move. Not: until the moon arose, casting his shadow upon the fortis of his mvt dered kindred, mourner stir. Stoopirig, lic pressed w kiss upon each cold brow, then strove away in the direction of wie still smoldering ‘raiis.! He kicked several brands. togetlicr, then kneeling he fatined them into a blaze ‘with his bat. By this tight he veyad adanel aie cee Sous wes Set i At length he found what le lodking forj'an old ax, and returning to the tréc beneath which his dead lay, he bewnn removing the earth With no other aid'save the ux, and bis comicloooks.comn