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Show ~he ~hird. Evil. -4- By Jessie M. Sherwood tumbled out of bed, jumped into a few g arments with all possible haste, woniering the while what d ir,e calamity had visited their town, that the fatef·o.l bell thus s..."'r:l.ould summon them. Whose house was burn ing down? Had the Indians suddenly decided to raid tne town, or were the cowboys commiting some new depredation? These were the thoughts that raced through their minds, as they hastened toward the tolling bell . Henry Rose was the f:U.., st to reach the church, a rd gazing through the now open doorway beheld Dennis, who during the night had recovered from the attempted assassination. Finding himself very hungry, he proceeded in search of food. A contraption of wood and ~ope, which held t h e church door closed , had been easy picking for our friend, who gnawed away the rope, causing the wood to drop to t he ground, and the door to open. This accomplished, Dennis had entered, and foun::l within a long succulent rope, exter:d ing from the belfry to tre floor . With each de ~ icious bite , he had caused the b ell to toll . Uproarous laughter asssiled the pioneers, during which Dennis wandered unm&lested away . A little later the gold bubble burst . The various mining outfits hurriedly left town, owing large bills to the tradespeople for provisi ons and lumber . Thi s~Lalso caused George V.ashington Johnson and Dennis to depart for other climes . |
