The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1875-07-29

lHt Dul IillODJtt w ltn Il new SenSuLlOn. II
quiet, unassuming lady-a Mrs. Hampton
and her little daughter, who sought
rest and health in the mountains. Mrs
Hampton was widowed, but no one in
quired into her history. She was vel :
coined as a new and strange element
among SO much wild, reckless lite, that
brought back memories of mother or Sis
ter, or sweetheart far away, and the Bar
was pleased, The Barchrstened the lit
tie daughter "Daisy," and she was well
named. From this day a marked change
took place. Every one desired to be well
thought OF by the new comers, dress be-
came an object Of solicitude, drunken
yells rending the quiet night We're less
frequent. spirits Of evil seemed to be
quelled, and the Bar was on its good be-
haviour
Little Daisy was everywhere as u min
lstering angel. Ii there was a sickbed
in the camp, Daisy was beside it with the
| little luXuries that the hand Of woman
only knows how to prepare. If a poor
fellow was about to pan OUT his few
last sands Of life, Daisy was there. to wet
the parched lips, TO fill the poor neglected
heart with hope, or to write the last mes
sage to loved ones over and beyond the
Plains Quiet and unobtrusive, Daisy
moved about in her ministrations. AS
She passed the saloon on her errand5 OF
mcrcy--her brown hair neatly folded over
the pale forehead, her little basket of
goodies" on her arm, and 4 word and
smile for every one-oathS halt uttered
would be choked back, and rough and bru-
tai jests shrunk mspollen, as if ashamed
in her presence. Even Oregon Sis-to
whom Il blush was q stranger-wo would
hang her head silently when Daisy was
near, and her eyes would swell-perhaps.
poor thing, with looking back to the Old
days among the apple blossoms, when
she, too, was pure and mnocent-at least
thought So Somehow, the Bar was not
so dry as formerly; and Joe Miles, its
ruling spirit, neglected his business and
said he was tired Of whskey- selling He
laid aside a siX-shooter, that reports said
had served him only too well on more
than one occasion, with the remark ''that
the Bar was so quiet now, it wasn't no use
to carry it," Joe was very particular now
as to his personal appearance, dressing in
the once deSpised "store clothcs," and
took to solitary rambling about the neigh
borhood. 1t was noticed if Daisy had oc-
casion to pass along the dangerous trail
through the canon, Joe was there with his
strong hand to guide her. II she crossed
the toot-log across the turbulent stream
Il steady arm was generally there to sup
port her, and more than once Joe was
found III earnest conversation with her, or
reading the books with which she supplied
him. Joe finally sold out the saloon and
invested in mining claim, which he was
industriously working when closed ont
my business and left the neighborhool
visited the Bar once again. Down the
wild Sierra. by the same tortuous and
rugged trail that had traversed nearly
two years before; winding among the
same lordly pines rich in fragrance, and
standing like sentnel5 in the mountain
passes; through the same grove OF laurel
and manzanlta glistening like waves Of
emerald and silver in the noon day sun,
| tull-blossomeu and WonlrOuS in their
| beauty, approached the Bar The place
seemed changed A few little white cot
tages peeped out from among the rich
foliage, spots Of ground We're under culti-
vation, and the hand of industry had been
busy. The clap-boarlcd saloon stood in
the same old place just as had first seen
| it, but its dilapidated condition showed
| that the institution was poorly patr"niHed.
y crowd had gathered near it hot such
crowd as in the oden time, but sober
and quiet one. Every one looked anxious
to tell me something, but no one spoke
till found my friend Thorp Taking my
| hand kindly, lie led me aside, and for Il
moment WAS silent. ''Wrll, Cap" he
said earnestly. ''things is rough on the
Bar; they amt like they was when YOU
left. She's gone-thats Daisy--and things
amt gone right for some O the boys ever
since. Yes, Cap, it is mighty rough
asked where Daisy had removed to.
"Oh, no, Cap, You don't understand
The old woman She went back to Sacl;t-
Daisy, she's gone; called Tor, taken up
We miss Daisy, Cap. She got round some
to knock off their grog; haint touched
it since, and I've saved little; il she had
only stayed, this thing wouldn't a hap
pened. You see, Cap,' he continued
''here's how it was One O the boys GOT
badly hurt in his drift across the creek
and one mornin' Daisy started over to take
him somethin', and it was a-runnin' bank
full and the log was slippery, and-Well
we found Daisy Il mile below with her
brown hair all tangled among the will
lows, and her blue eyes kind o pleadn'
for help; and we brought her back. poor
thing! There wasn'ta single drink taken
in the Bar that day, Cap; it seemed to 90
agin the boys And Oregon Sis-her that
we all thought 50 bad-she combed out
the tangled hair and knelt down and kiss
ed Daisy, and went two miles a-toot up
the meadows and got flowers and put
them in the little blue hands, and there's
where we lad her, Cap-up there where
you see those white pickets.'
For some time the poor fellow could
say no more, but sat with his face buried
in his hands.
And Joe ?' | asked.
"IIush, )" he said, pointing to the saloon.
'Joe's in there; his sands about panned
down-shot, night atorc last in u row.
,Joe's a-passln' in his checks. sure. You
see Joe went to the bad He sat by the
old foot-log, melancholy-llke, and wan
dered up and down the creek, and no one
could do anything with him, and he took
to drink again, and the cussed temper
came back, and he got to quarrelin' with
everybody. Night atore last he got into
a row with Portegee John, in u poker
game they b0th draWed, but John was
too quick for him, and Joe's bad hurt.
The doctor says he amt got no livin'
show. May be you'd like to see him,
Capo"
We went together into the room where
the wounded man lay. The broken win
dows We're darkened with blankets, and
on a pallet we found the poor fellow,
breathing heavily, and two of the boys
tanning him as tenderly as Il mother. The
ashy face and heavy drops of sweat that
gathered on the forehead told the I'M
speakable agony of the sufferer. and
showed that, sure enough, Joe's sand was
nearly run out and he beyond all human
leechcratt. We h;td not meant to disturb
him, but his ear, quickened by pain,
caught our stealthy footsteps, and, turn
ing round, he recognized me.
80 Cap he said. you have come at
last | knew she would send some one
| fo fally tn mo ac cbn iica1 To to toll mo