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Overland Kit. “You intend to kill me?” the Judge asked, slowly. | ‘**Don’t you honestly think that you deserve death?” the outlaw asked, ‘*T am not fit to die.” “That is the cant of allrogues. If I let you live you will but commit more crimes, sink yourself deeper and deeper into perdition when the end does come, Judge, in taking your life, it doesn’t seem to ‘10 asif I commit a murder, { am more like the -ecutioner, who takes the life forfeited to the law, ian the agent of private vengeance,” the outlaw vid, earnestly. “What have I done to merit death?” ‘You attempted to kill Gaius Tendail.”’ The Judge started, and nearly fell from his horse. “ft guessed the truth, then, before,”’ he muttered, in a hollow voice; ‘you have tracked me from Spur City, though I have ridden almost with the speed of the wind.” ; “You are right; I have,’ Kit replied. ‘ This mare of mine is a thoroughbred, and can beat an thing on four legs west of the Mississip’. Through her speed I have been able to be in two places almost at the same time, or so near that men swore that I was. As you guess whol am, [ll throw this mum- mery aside.” The mask, wig and beard were dashed to earth, Injun Dick stood revealed in Overland Kit / *T do not deny my crimes,” the Judge said, ina tone which told plainly that at heart he was ay without hope. ‘I attempted to kill Gaius Tendail. He knew me in the East; knew of a crime that I committed there, and the consequences of which forced me to fly and seek shelter here. He met me in Spur City and recognized me. I paid him to keep silence; but fearing that, in some drunken spree, he might reveal By. secret, i determined to kill him.” ‘And the letter written by him, which you read at the trial?” ‘* Was written to and received b dent alone that led to Jinnie murder. After I had stabbed my victim, I passed out into the hall and threw the knife into the first door that came handy. It happened to be her room, Then, when I was called up by Ginger Bill, I guessed at once by his words that Jinnie was implicated, and me. Itwas acci- g acc of the the devilish idea came into my head to profit by the | I thought that I could force her to give | en | Rennet pulled the paper out of her trunk, I picked it | accident. you up and become mine to save herself. up and examined it; your name and hers coupled together, with some few loving words, were scrib- bled over the page. The idea struck me at once to substitute for it Tendail’s letter to me, which was about the same size, I placed it in my pocket-book; then presented the other to Rennet for his signature so as to identify it. The name of Jinnie I forged a (he top of the page afterward." ** Jones i ve been a great scoundrel for a man vrith as little pluck as you have,"’ Talbot said, in con- ‘amopt. “1 know it,” the Judge replied, coolly; ‘had not -» heart failed me, you would never have won this vl. I played a bold game, but lacked courage, >it now I am braver than I have ever been in all my te, for I sit here, calmly, awaiting my death-shot.”’ “ Hang it!’ cried Talbot, irresolutely. lass actions, I never yet attacked a defenseless man. I'll give on a chance for your life. Draw your re- volver; Pll not fire until your weapon is cocked and on the level,” ‘‘T thank you for your fair offer, but I cannot ac- cept it,’’ Jones said, slowly. ‘ Never again, as long as Heaven lets such a miserable wretch as I am live, will Il attempt to take a. human life. I am not a young man; I have crimes enough on my soul now without attempting more.”’ “ Are you in earnest?” Talbot asked, doubtfully, ‘*T hope so,”’ Jones replied, solemnly. “Then withered be my arm if I raise it against ou!’ eried Talbot, quickly. errors of the past. Judge, we'll cry quits, and each go on our separate ways.” ‘**T can only say that, if there ever comes a day when you need mercy, may you receive it,’’ the J ndge responded, ‘** Jones, I don’t quite trust you yet!” cried Talbot suddenly. ‘You have been such a thoroughly bad man that I fear mrOscbery: Throw down your re- volver, then ride past. 1en I am round the bend you can return and pick up your rf are oi I «ol blame you for your doubt,’ the Judge said, slowly. Then he drew the revolver from his pocket and dropped it to the ground. The weapon struck the rock and exploded. The Judge straightened up in the saddle with a groan, and fell heavily to the earth. When Talbot, horror-stricken at the accident, dis- mounted and reached his side, Judge Jones was be- yond mortal aid. The ball had entered the breast passed upward, tearing the lungs, and death had come almost instantly. Spur City was astonished when Jinnie announced her intention of disposing of the Eldorado, Still more so, when Gaius Ten recovered so as to be able to speak, and declared that his assailant was Judge Jones. Then the miners understood why the Heathen Chinee, on the night of the attack, hearing pudze Jones sent for, should attempt to hide away the wounded man; they comprehended now what he -ieant by—‘‘ Melican man comme back—killee some -aore.”’ uite a long interview with Bernice. fun a one to both, for though Bernice’s love for Talbot was but the childish fondness for her cousin, Patrick Gwyne, fostered by constant thought into a passion, still, as she had allowed it to take full sway over at a he » gle “ conquer it was necessarily a c ne, “Bernice,” said Talbot, at parting, ‘‘forget that such a person as Patrick Gwyne ever lived; he has been dead to the world for years; he will never come to lifeagain. Take the fortune; dead Patrick Gwyne cannot use it.” ** But, Dick Talbot?" she asked. ‘* Will seek some place far from here; and, there, by honest labor, carve out a new fortune and a new name, I have another life now, besides my own, For her sake I will avoid temptation. to care for. Staste Tf it had not been fora certain high Uni | Sierra golden, pu | 10—Leighton Grange. “1 know | (lat you deserve death, but, with all my wild, reck- | ‘In the future I, too, | ope to lead a new life—in that life to atone for the | official at Austin, Overland Kit would never have been heard of. He tempted me; there was really no bloodshed in it—although it is worse than weukness for me to attempt to excuse it in any way—and I jelded. ‘Then there was a wild excitement in the ife that suited my reckless nature. But, that is all over now,”’ And so they parted. The-man-from-Red-Dog was inconsolable when he learned that Injun Dick was golng away. He plead- ed long and earnestly to be allowed to go with him but Dick replied that it could not be, and the result was the-man-from-Red-Dog went on an awful **tare,”’ and offered to fight all Spur City, single- handed, just for the fun of the thing, Bernice and old Mr, Rennet returned to New York, much to the latter's delight. Still, he often chuckles a little over his appearances as counsel in ,the im- promptu mining court. Toward the Pacific coast a long wagon-train wends its way. The setting sun is tinting the peaks of the le and niga f In the rear of the train ride Talbot and Jinnie, Talbot mounted on the famed brown mare, but bear- ing no longer the blaze in the forehead and the four ‘“*stockings,’’ for the en that gate the animal those noted marks has been washed off. The soft rays of sunlight play upon the golden red locks of the girl as though they loved there tod well. 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