New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1875-08-01

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good friend could open his lips and speak.
;sHow very cold i il steia eHePinggss The
from the banks Of snow on the mountain,
sA&lsy lssa L! ael$s BE q ;slsS e. in -
Still the ugly convict that now began to
grow black in the face swung and twisted
at his side; bat he did not speak.
"Do you not feel coldw
l~R1sSw0wuuas cwwvvutslke the bark OF
abull-logsSes if one of the bruyes he had
drawn back under his bench had stuck out
his nose and yelped. in the face Of the
widow, and Sandy was frightened nearly
his brow to his hand, and he knew that
things could not last in this way much
longer. The bulldogs would be out, and
he knew it; the dead imam that he was sit
Ing down upon would RI up 10 judgment;
and the felon at his side was only swinging
and turning and. twisting more than be-
Sandy shut, his eyes and attempted to
rise. His gum boots screeched, the bench
creaked as he beam to undoNble himself,
ana turlAd up and hung on behind az if it
had been lobster. He shook it off, and
began to tower up like pine. He feared
he would pierce through the root, and be-
gan to look out through the half-open door
and to stretch out the PROSTATE hand: Then
he etOO&astjH, and was more baHildered
than before. The widow was looking
Straight at him and expecting him to speak.
\ He wished he had not got up at ALL If he
was only back on that overthrow bench,
with the dead man beneath him, ar d the bull
dogs below. and tie felon swinging. loosely
at his side, how happy he would be. He tried
to speak-tried it. like man; out if it had
been to save his life. to save hef life, the
world, he could not find form to shape one
bled across the threshold, and drew a
breath-such breath! the first he had
drawn for half an hour-as he stood out
side, with the widows little feet following
tQthe threshold, aud her pretty miniature
face looking up to his, a. if looking up to
the top of pine.
"You will come again, will you not! You
have been 80 very kind. Please to call.
Step in as you pass ana rest. 1t is so lone
cVAO AOAOs yUu huOW, AOSOuy tA0O 0uy OOuJ
knows. And then you are such good CON-
pany."
And then the pretty little widow, with
the sad, sweet face, laughed the pretsiest
little laugh that was ever laughed this
side that other Eden, with its one fair
woman.
Timber Tim closed his mouth and un-
screwed himself from the palings on the
fence without as Sandy appeared, and the
two took their way to their cabin.
was ali Sandy could remember. What
could he have saidl He tried and tried to
recall his observations, whatever they may
have been, on the various topics of the day,
but in vain. He could only remember driv-
ing two ugly bull dogs back under his
bench, Of staying and hiding away his
mortal enemy, and then hanging felon for
high treason; and then, chiefest of all,
You will come again-it is lonesome here;
you are such good company"
"You are such good company" The
wind sang it through the trees as he wended |
his way home. The water away down in
the canon below the trail sang it soft and 4
low and sweet, sang it ever and nothing
more. and the teakettle that night sim |
mered and sang, apd sang this one sweet |
song for Sandy.
Hefook the first opportunity aftef sup
pei W SAp OuU Duu away lIOM AtL2UoE ILL, |
and there in the dark, with his face to the |
great black forest, he stood, saying over
md over to himself, in his aeat coarse
voice, trying to catch the soft tones of the
widow, "Yeu are such good company"
That evening Timber Tim leaned up
against the logs of the Howling. Wilderness
.ndtold all that had happened. and how
sandy had seen the widow, how he had sat
n her cabin, how he had called and how
he had smiled, and what a very hero his
'pasdner" had become. He told Of Washee-
Nashee. The story of Washee- Washee
vent through the1brks, and then the next
aorning the forks rose up and "went
Trough" Washee- Washee..
Perhaps il was what The widow had said
bout poor, little, helpless, harmless man"
hat saved him; but Ger tain it was, for some
nknown reason, the miners dealt gently
nth this strange little stranger. Had this
cen one or even dozen Of their own kind,
ONE tree in the neighborhood of the forks
dozen strange and ugly fruit. They went
, Wasbee- Washes cabin. He smiled as
9 saw their approach, half shut his eyes as
hey entered, laid his head little to one
de as they tore up his bench, and looked
erfectly happy and peaceful as lamb as
hey pulled out from under it enough old |
[othes to open a shop in Petticoat lane, or
ven IN DOW street.
They foundaa rife blanket in'one of his
OGDEN shoes, and it was heavy with gold
ust. Poor Washee- Washee, when called |
pom to explain, said HmidIy that he had :
'und it floating up the river past his cabin, ,
nd took it in to dry it. He seemed hurt
hen they refused to believe him. They 6
'und 9 hose coiled up in his great bamboo
ut. One Of the men took hold of his q
beautiful long black queue, that :
vept the ground with it's braided. folds and 9
sck silk tasse.e, tipped with red and :
found it heavy with nuggets g
iden away, for what purpose goodness :
lly knows. 1t was heavy enough to sink E
like a.sbot were it fsh-line. And all
is gold was his!
They threatened hard things to Washee-
ws, who had patronized him and helped n
m, and tried to get him along in this a
orld: but he was perfectly passive and 8
anquil. 4 man who stood there With v
indie of recovered treasure trove-in the h
ape Of shirts and coats of many colors,
cause of many patches-took Washee- {,
ashee by the little pink ear and twisted
ID up and around till He saw his tace Al
le4 he let him gos and catching his b
,thes up under his arm, strobe on out of | Ii
g cabin and on down to his. claim and
,rld has seen since Socrates was Washee.
ashee. He< sat there with the same
ni-grin on His tace. the same half-smiie
his almond eyes, though a man shook
'ope in his face, .jerked it up, thrust out q
tongue, pointed to q tree, and hung I a
nself in pantomime sbefores this placid r
What will We do with him.v 4 bearded Fl
izen stood there, with bundle Of clothes ju