Weekly Trinity journal., 1876-01-01
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womsn's yawp. She'll yell hcrsei: into
conniption fits and have the town here in
a minute more. Don't be skeered, Bet
sey Jane ! Oh-h-h, darling, don't hol-
ler so I"
Whether from the tenderness of the ad-
juration, or because she had already
screamed herself hoarse, the widow quiz
eted down, and we made tracks. Un-
lucky Bill didn't show his face for the
next three days, and when he did it was
only with fresh tale of trouble.
In the meanwhile, however. the widow
had not been slow in her endeavours TO
find out the mystery OF that broken shed
roof, and thanks to the knack women
have of getting at anything which con-
Germs themselves, had not only learned
who 1t was that had been so generous
on that occasion, but had also gath
cred all the Information in regard to Mr..
Shlvely's antecedents that Aravesta (my
adorable wife), could pump out of me-
And the result was that the juveile Clyn,s
were set on the watch, and my unlucky
friend had not much more than set his
foot into town when he received an init
nation that his presence was desired at
the widows hospitable dwelling.
What transpirod at the interview did
not learn at once, but as Bill lamented
over the bad streak" which kept him
SO "infernal poor" judged that there
had been fresh kindling of the sacred
passion in his manly heart. If this was
the case, however, the second course Of
true love didn't appear to DO running any
more smoothly for my unlucky friend
than the first had done. l was led to this
sorrowful conclusion by Bill tramping in
oxcitedly II day Or two before New Year,
with the most elongated visage ever saw
on a mortal. knew at once that the de-
tails of some fresh misfortune wore about
TO be rchearsed to me.
Well, what is it, Bill ?"
"Oh, tho same Internal luck. Tun-
ne's caved and I've got to start in from
the front. It's too bad-just as was
getting good prospects too"
Cant you clean out the cave, timber
up, and go on ?"
'Daresn't try it, the grounds cracked
all the way back. 1t must have been
mighty loose overhead and Betsey Jane
told mo if I'd only said anything, shod
II waited, oh-ever so long But the jig's
up now; for n while, any way"
"Wcll, Bill, it is pretty hard luck,
but wouldn't start in from the front
again, il was in your place. I'd put in
II few boxes, turn on u head of water
from Flap-jack gulch and sluice back to
your prospects. You'll be apt to make
grub, anyway"
Bill said he would do II. l went up
next morning and helped him sot tho
boxes, and by night he had cleaned out
an old ditch and had the water running
through.
did not SEQ my friend again until
New YEARS. night. Then he came into
the store, whore | was loafng, beckoned
me to one side, and unfolding roll of
rags he carried in his hand showed mo
nice little pile OF dust.
What's this, Bill"
"Tho best luck in the world jim, I'm
cussed if it amt. Turned of the water
tonight, to SEQ If l could sec the color,
and the boxes were just lousy. Gold all
in the gravel and lvo been running un-
der the lead all the time. I've got the
best claim in the county and III marry
Betsey Jane tomorrow. Have you TO
thank for it and you shall have half-in-
terest. Not in Betsey Jane-in tho
claim"
But why use up time and paper in des
cribing the happiness which now came to
these two long-severed hearts =? I'm
lucky had struck il Mt last, and il you go
to Mule City to day you will hear
some Of the old residenters speak Of the
former fabulous richness of Coyote Flat.
The young Clyne damsels have grown
up, married and gone IRON the maternal
roof, but Bill's luck never lett him from
that happy New Yoar TO this day.