Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1871-01-31


certain direction. But the sun was
now high enough to paint the little
emnence on which the cabin stood.
In spite of bis self-control, his heart
beat faster az be raised his eyes to-
ward it. Its window and door were
closed, no smoke came from it's adobe
chimney, but 1t was else unchanged.
When within few rods OF it, be
picked up broken shovel, and shout
dering it with smile, strobe tow
ard the door and knocked. There
was no sound from within. The
smile died upon his lips as he ner.
vously pushed the door open.
A figure started up angrily and
came toward him; figure whose
blood-shot eyes suddenly. fixed into
vacant stare, whose arms were at
first outstretched and then thrown
up in warning gesticulation fig
ure that suddenly gasped, looked and
then fell forward in a fit.
But before he touched the ground,
York had him out into the open air
and sunshine. La the struggle both
fell and rolled over on the ground.
But the next moment York was sit
ting up, holding the convuIsed frame
OF his former partner on his knee,
and wiping the foam from his mar
ticulate lips. Gradually the tremor
became less frequent, and then ceas-
ed and the strong man lay uncon-
scious in his arms.
For some moments York held him
quietly thus, looking him in the face
Altar, the stroke of woodlands axe
"a mere phantom of sound-was all.
that broke the stiffness. High up
the mountain wheeling hawk hung
breathlessly above them. And then
came voices, and two men Joined
them. A fight? No, a fit; and
would they help him bring the sick
man to the hotel a?
And there. for week, the stricken
partner lay unconscious of aught but
the visions wrought by disease and
fear, On the eighth day at sunrise he
rallied, and, opening his eyes, looked
upon York, pressed his and, and
then he spoke:
"And it's you l thought it was
only whiskey."
York replied by taking both his
hands, boyishly working them back
ward and forward, as his elbow res
ted on the bed, with a pleasant
smile.
"And you've been abroad. How
did you like Paris 2"
80, So"
"How did you like Sacramento ?"
"Bully"
And that was all they could think
to say? Presently, Scott opened his
o, es again:
"I'm mighty weak"
you'll get better soon"
"Not much"
A long aence followed, in which
they ccu.t near be sound Of wood
chopping, and that Sandy Bar was
already asIir for the coming day. -
Then Scott slowly and with difficulty
turned his face to York, and said:
81 might have killed you once"
Il wish you had"
They pressed each others hands
again, but SCOTS grasp was evident
ly failing. He seemed to summon
his energies for special effort.
odd man.
old chap.
Closer
York bent his head forward to-
ward the slowly fading face.
DO you mind that morning.
Yes.
A CLEAN of fun slid into the corner
of SCOTS blue eye, as he whispered:
Old man, thar was too much sal
eratus in that bread
Ii is said that these were his last
W rds. For when the sun, which |
had so often gone down upon the idle
wrath of these men, looked again up
on them reunited, it saw the head of
colt fall cold and irresponsible from
the yearning clasp of his former part
ner, it knew that the feud of Sandy |
Bar was at an end.-Ooerldnd Month
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