The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1872-05-24

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A generous pstAre worms
No sectet from brothers. breast
SO mind y9uf own concerns.
a Nevada Funeral.
There was q great time over Buck
Fanshaw when he died. He was rep
resehtative citizen. He had "killed his
man"-not in his own quarrel, but in
the defence of q stranger beset by num-
bers. he had kept sumptuous saloon.
He had been the proprietor of dashing
help-meet. whom he could have discarded
without the formality of a divorce. He
had held high position in the fire de-
partment, and been q very Warwick in
politics. When he died, there ives q
great lameatation throughout the town
but especially in the vast bottom stfatum
Of society. ..'.yN., /
On heinquest it was shown that Buck
Fanshaw, in the delirium Of. wasting
typhoid fever, had taken arsenic, shot
through the body, cut his throat, and
jumped out OF four-story window and
broken his neck; and after due delibera-
tion. the jury, sad and fearful, but with
intelligence unblinded by it's sorrow,
brought in q verdict of death "by the
visitation of God" What could the
WoIAu uO W4tuoEt JuEle6e
Prodigious preparations were made for
the funeral. All the vehicles in the town
were hired, all the saloons were put in
mourning. all the municipal and fire
company flags were hung at half mast.
and all the fremen ordered to muster in
uniform and bring their machines duly
draped in black.
Regretlul resolutions were passed and
varions' committees1 appointed. among
others committee Of one was appointed
to call on minisfer-a fragile, gentle,
spiritual new fedgling from an Eastern
theological seminary, aud as yet unac-
quainted with the ways of the mines.
The committee man, ''Scotty" Briggs,
made bis visit.
Being admitted to his presence. he sat
down before the clergyman, placed his
fire hat on an unfinished manuscript ser.
mon under the minister's nose, took from
it o red silk handkerchief, wiped his
brow, and heaved sigh of dismal i'm
presaiveness explanatory of his business.
He choked and even shed tears, but with
an effort he master cd his voice, and said,
in lugubrious tones.
''Are you the dack that runs the COS.
pel-mill next door?"
not understand?"
With another sigh and half sob,
Scotty rejoined:
"Wby, you SEQ, We are in a bit OF
trouble, and the boys thought maybe
you'd give M lift, II we'd tackle you:
that is, II I've got the rights OF it, and
you arc the head clerk of the doxolopv
works next door,"
II am the shepherd in charge OF the
flock whose fold Is next door,"
''The whiohs"
''The spiritual adviser of the little
company II believers whose sanctuary
adjoins these premises
Scotty scratched his head, reflected q
moment, and then said
You rather hold over me, pard. 7
reckon I oan't call that hand. Ante and
pass the buck"
"Howp l beg your pardon. What
did understand you to say?"
swell. you've rather got the bulge on
me. Or maybe we've got the bulge,
somehow. You don't smoke me and /
don't smoke you. You see, one of the
boys has passed In his checks, and We
want to give him good send of, and so
tho thing I'm now on Ia to rout out
somebody to jerk little chin music for
us, and waltz him through handsome"
my friend, I seem to grow more and
more bewildered. Your observations are
wholly incomprehensible to me. Cannot
you simplify them some way? At frat
thought perhaps 7 understood you, but
now ! grope. Would IL not expedite
matters il you restricted yourself to cate.
gorical statements OF fact unincumhered
with obstrnotipg accumulations of meta
phor and allegory?"
Another pause. and more reflection.
Then 6ontty said:
'1'll have to pass. I judge"
"How?"