The Douglas independent. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 187?-1885, 1879-09-13

Jack fell of the NOV and got hurt.
50 syVhat did he want to do that for
Now don't waste that iniment on him for
nothing.
. Guess I'll go and see if he's hurt,
saws I. thinkin fall from NOW want
no trife.
II found him all in heap on the barn
floor. and -Yhat was worse, he didn' t
know ANYTHING. That's high NOV,
saws 1. measuring it with my eye, and
how in heavens name do you know
where he's hurt and wants to be rubbed
| with liniment? The best thing you can
| do is to get doctor
81 want to get another load in before
! it rains, says Tom, in that aggrayatin', /,
slow way O. his'n, and it's no use run
min up doctors bills when it faint no
need. The liniment cured the old mares
leg last week, and by an by when he
comes to we'll find out where he ais
"'Tom Brones,' says I, I feel good
telling you you are the meanest man q
living Look at that poor thing therel
1t amt enough you've starved and work
ed him to death, but you are going to let
him die like dog. I'm going to get
Sam Lemarest to go for doctor.
Hold on, yyu long -tongued JeZabel,
says he, sand stop your meddling. I'll
go for the doctor myself and with that
he went to work saddling horse, grum-
blin' and swearin' to himself, and to me
for that matter, but was trying to fix
Jack little more comfortable and never
minded him.
Samantha came up and looked in, and
screamed little, and went away again, /,
Bull, the dog, came and smelled Of him,
and whined, for the dog always took to
| Jack, but nothing reused him; he
breathed heavy and looked bad.
''It seemed an age before Tom came
back. He was slow always, and needn't
have expected he would put himself out
of the way for Jack.
| "The doctor seemed to think some
/ thing pretty serious was the matter with
Jack. He worked over him quite spell,
examining, listening, growing graver
every moment. He tore away his poor
rags, even clipped away some of his
shock of hair. Then he shook his head
Il can't do anything for him now.
ssAn hour after it was all over.
'sNeighbors, hearing the news, came
| in and stood around, but Jack never
/ knew any of them; never knew when
helped put bandages on his head, and his
hair was SO pretty, thick and brown, and
with q curly wave into it.
] "Jane grumb bled some when we told
/ her he was dead. He was a poor miser
able creature, not worth his salt, she
said, but hired folks was scarce just now
| In harvest, and asked such ridiculous
wages. The town would have to pay fol
his coffin, though, and was that Hniment
left wasted in the barn?
/ "It was the next day, Mr.. Somers, the
old Methodist minister, came to the
house and made prayer over him. Ac
tually, the first prayer I believe evel
made by anybody on his account, ant
Tom and two or three of the neighbour
took him up to the wood-lot to bury him
Jane had come to it, and let one o
Toms white shirts be put onto him; i
want one of the newest, and really h
looked as peaceful and calm as any bah,
could, and he want bad looking seen so
and was glad to remember that ha.
been kind to him, in them little ways
told you Of
81 just thought the last Sunday wa
there that I'd put on my bonnet and g
see where they laid him, so without say
ing anythin' I tramped up there. It wa
q wild place enough, and of course ther
was nothing to mark it, but the Lor,
will know where he sleeps at the las
dav, and that is enough amt it?
81 kind O. wondered when l stoo'
there what had become of his soul? II
was such white heathen. 1t made M
think of the beautiful sermon one
heard our old Dominic preach. No mai
cared for my soul, or some text mos
| 1ika II and IL did saafn IN mo all of
sudden as if no man cared for Jack.
''But l guess / had better put this lit
tie fellow down by you now, for he
sound asleep, and can go down and Sc
why nobody has brought them lemon
yet. Tut, tut--don't look so down.
meant to chirk you up talking"
''Chirk me up? o. Mrs. Zib!"