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Show Iv'OI- H! ' Hehku Wasatch Countv, Utah, Monday, Jui.v'tli 1892. No. 1 1 THE I1EBER HERALD. seemed desposecl to bay, so he left the main thoroughfare and plunged down Editor and Manager, the dark alley that led to the squalid A Hatch J r, f Entered at Hcber'. Postoffice, as sec quarter where he lived. j mi class mail matter He was walking along absent enough j SUBSCRIPTION PRICES. thinking of his hero so eager! desired and so slow to come, when he was startI $1.00 One Year led into consciousness by the quick I Six Months .$0.50 Three Months. . $0.25 shriek of an erg'ne calling, warning some' one out of its relentless way, and there at the crossing, was an old worn-- , an bent and feeble, picking way WANTED A HERO. utterly unconscious of danger, while coping nearer, nearer, nearer, That night he and Tom read and reread their advertisement with lingering borne on by its own momentum, impIacV n j delight, freight talking of the hero who would able as fate, was a heavy-ladetrain. In vain the' engin shrieked its come, and they pictured him like the heroes of their favorite melodramas, as warning, in vain her poor dog pulled at Moutc Cristo The world is her skirts She neither felt nor heard crying mine! from a sea of ice; and Davy But kept on her slow way, muttering to Crockett barring the door with his good herself. right arm. Nearer and nearer conics the iron But no one came in answer ento their advertisement. They were surp- monster. A moment more :anil the rised and a little disappointed, but gineer turns awa his head w ith a curse comforted themselves with the thought that is half a paryer, that he inay not bent that heroes must HaveTiiany calls upon seethe sickening sight when the; the' wheels.' "" their time, and so waited on in under is old caught patient, body hopefulness. But in that second Dick lias made a and dragged the One day, while they were still expecti- great plunge forward ng him it had been a dreary, rainy poor creature off the track. But he slipped as he made the 'l a. and was growing quite da rk7 Dick the train had passed ',,,, was when and his homeward making crying way steel rails 'were wet with blood; fe last of his paperh But no one 1 I -- I V Jir a-lo- ng, , ! , " Hu-shinin- g |