The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1878-06-28

" Yes, I'll come, en- IL ! kin better the
past this late in life, I'll do 1t.
s.Come then to the hotel with me, and IN
my room we can talk over the past and ar
range your business here SO that yon car
leave easily ON the next coach"
Arm in arm they went into the hotel
out of sight away from the busy street. into
the little meageriy furnished bedroom
there TO dwell on the past and to discuss the
future.
Three days afterward q bevy of minert
and sports surrounded the outgoing eastern
coach. Evidently something unusual was
up from The boisterous manner in which
those knights of the shovel and 'pasteboard
were acting. A nearer view explained all.
Up on the boot, clothed in a aneat black suit,
hail cut, shaved and thoroughly overhauled
sat i" Daddy" bis face glowing with pleas.
ure and excitement and shaking the hand
of first one and then another of the old
friends gathered around him.
"Whar now, Daddy2" queried fresh
arrival.
"Goin' to visit my fren's in ole Missu-
ry," quoth the old man, '' en- I'm agoss ter
stag. This here is my last stampede. The
grounds all staked ahead, boys. Look in
thar" said Daddy, pointing to the coach
window. eyer see that young medikel
gent, built like an arrer, sittin in thar i?
That's mine. He had ter cum fer the old
man. Got ter go, yer see. Shake agin,
every one of you. We hev had our last
drink together. En-, boys, drop ON yer
selves. Eff yer hev to gamble, be squar,
euny how" said the old man, with merry
twinkle in bis eyes, "yer''n not ketch me
on anuther 'cat hop jess mark that down.
Goodbye, agin. How hate ter leve you
villuns. But friens must part sometime. -
And leaning over the driver, who was shak-
| ing out his reins, impatient to start, again
the handshaking was gone through with.
Every one was glad Of the old mans luck.
Daddy" cried Johnny T., tine barkeeper,
"here's suthin ter keep yer warm she's
good. "Now, old man, jess write word.
whom yer git home, to us, en- don't furgit it;
sageys'' 7''. '''.'.' 3'.,.--
81 wont furgit," " yelled Daddy; and off
rolled the coach with its six fine horses
down the main street. Standing on the
boot, his gray hair streaming in the crispy
morning breeze, holding on for dear life,
nodding farewell to every familiar face, was
the old prospector and miner. ~.
Sitting, one beautiful evening in October
two years ago, on the porch of pleasantly
situated farm house in southern Missouri,
was an old man Of 65. On his knee sat
lovely little miss of four, and standing on
the rounds of the easy chair, trying to reach
his long silvery beard, was a youngster of
FIVE. "Tell US story, grandpa, will you
please? Grandma said you was jus full of
storys.''
''What shell / tell yer Siias ?" 5@s-ss
"Oh, a story of bad boy that run off,
chorussed the children in concert.
Sand come back again." said Maggie,
after long time With heaps of money,
too," said little Silas.
"Children, tell yer grandma ter step here
a minit," said the old man. Hardly had
the words escaped his lips ere there stepped
out of the door handsome, we'll preserved
lady of so. Hearing the request she an
swered it by ceming at once to him and
affectionately stroking the silver hair back
from his temples.
50 Margrit," !" said he, "tell these children
yourself OF the young man that run off from
home, en- didn't cum back with plenty of
money! ...-....- -.s=
With a low, silvery laugh, the old lady
picked the little ones up, and, calling to
handsome gentleman reading on the lawn,
she said: "Silas, come and tell these young
ones the story of a young man who run
away for SO long, and after many days
returned" -..-..s... .5
Book in hand, the young man stepped
into the porch. Putting his arms around
the little group, looking down tenderly and
affectionately, he murmured, "after many
days, after many days" .s
M1ssuRY. 1876.
Boys In Nontanay::
"Things is brakin' about even.
f .4sf s s "DADpY."