The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1874-02-27

Suc ud8 well uaAucus EIOAA tuio Noy Il
q marked change took place. Every
one desired to be well thought of by
the new corners, dress became an OBJ
ject of solicitude, drunken yells rem
ding the quiet night were less fire.
quent, spirits of evil seemed quelled,
and the Bar was on its good behavior.
Little Daisy was everywhere, as
mmistering angel. If there was q
sick bed in the camp, Daisy was be-
side it with little luxuries that the
hand Of woman alone knows how to
prepare. If poor neglected sufferer,
without hope, was ekirg out the last
sands of life, Daisy was there, ; to wet the
parchedlips,t to fill the poor neglected
heart with hope, or to write the last
message to loved ones over and be-
yond the Plains. Quiet and unobtru-
sive Daisy moved ABOUT in her minis
trations. AS she passed the saloon
on her errands of mercy-with her
little basket of goodies on
her arm, and a word and q smile
for every one, osths half uttered
would be choked back, and rough and
brutal iests shrunk unspoken, as i'll
ashamed in her presence. Even Ore
gon Sis-to whom q blush was a stran,
ger-would hang her head silently |
when Daisy was near, and her eyes
would fill--perhsps, poor thing, with
looking back to the old days among
the apple blossoms, when she, too,
was pure and innocent-at least, !
thought so. Somehow, the Bar was
not so dry as formerly and Joe Miles,
its ruling spirit, neglected his bus
mess and said he was tired of whisky
selling. He lsid aside q slx-shooter,
that, reports said, hsd served him
only too well on more than one oc-
casion, with the remark thst "the
Bar was so quiet now, it want't no
use to carry it.' Joe was very par
ticulsr now as to his personal appear
snce, dressing in the once despised
sstore-clothes,' and took to solitary
rambling about the neigbborhood.
It was noticed if Daisy had occs-
zion to pass along the dangerous
trail through the canon, Joe was
there with his strong hand to guide
her. II she crossed the foot-log over
the turbulent stream, steady arm
was generally there to support her,
and more than once Joe was found in
earnest conversation with her, or
reading the books with which she
supplied him. Joe finally sold out
the saloon and invested In q mining
claim which he was industriously
working when / closed out my busi-
ness and left the nelghbOrhood.
Ivisited the Bar once again. Down
the wild Sierra, by the same tortuous
and rugged trail that had trsversed
nearly two years before; winding
among the same lordly pines, rich in
fragrance, and standing like sentinels
in the mountain passes (; through the
same groves of laurel msnzsnito,
glistening like waves Of emerald and
silver in the MONDAY sun, iull bios
somed and wondrous in their beauty.
l approached the Bar. The place,
seemed changed. A few little white
cottages peeped out from the rich
foliage, spots OF ground were in cul
tivation, and the hand OF industry
had been busy. The clspboardedI
saloon stood in the same old plse(
Just as had first seen it, but
dilapidated condition showed q
the institution wss poorly patroni1
A crowd had gathered near it
such a crowd as In the olden
but sober snd quiet one.
one looked anxious to tell
thing, but no one spoke ii
my friend Thorp. Taki2
kindly, he led me asid
moment was silent.
he said earnestly, + :.
on the Bar, they ar
when you lett.
Daisy-and thing -
for some o. the b
Cap, it is might r.
I asked him
moved to. II
so no, Gag
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