Omaha daily bee., 1883-05-04
RICH 1IM OF BOTTOM CApp.
BY c. T GILLIAN.

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chopped off o piece O. his front name
an called him Rich Jim.
Wall, yer see, some one had struck
1t rich at Bottom Gard q few months
sfore, an all O. Us old pilgrims an or
good spripklin' O. tenderfoots he'd
rushed In thar an staked our claims,
an things war goin' on kinder -four.
ishin'.
Wimin O. Their right stripe wal q
mighty skeeroe article Ia them dig.
gins, an yer kin jedge how we war
oil tore up one evenin' as Their stage
drawed up at Their shsnty called Their
"Tom Card" an a leetle womin with
a leetle curly haired younker, bout
three or four years old, clumb out an
went Inter Their hotel. 1 walked inter
Their bar room after suppsr, an Doc.
Means, Their boss of Their place, wal
stsndln' 'mong a lot o the boys at
Their end O. Their bar, an, as l come
up, he war jlst sayin':
II tell yer boys, l war sorry fur
Their leetle womln, when l told her Id
never heered O. any one In these parts
by tibet name. She said they'd all
lived with her mother In Their east
some war;, an Their old womin an her
man he'd he'd or fallin' out somehow
bout three years ago, when her kid
whar six months old, an as she
wouldn't leave Their old lady, he'd left
her. She heerd some way mother
tibet he war out here 1T Bottom Gard,
an as her old womin Kicked Their
bucket few months ago she couldd't
rest till she come out here to hunt Their
old man up. She kinder broke down
and Their water come ter her eyes
when she found I couldn't put her on
Their trail O. Their man, an 1t kinder
broke me up too. Yer kin take me
fur a strlng-hslted tenderfoot, boys, Of
1 wouldn't ante up my pile fur q ieetle
woman an o kid like them ar. l cal.
kerlate che amt got any too much O.
Their dust, either, an I b'lieves It'd be
the squar' thing Of we war ter raise q
leetle 'morg Their boys ter help her
long"
"K'rect; now yer talkin sense" a
Teller by Their name O. Curly Jake
Clipped In. He war one o. ther rough.
est men In Their camp, bat he he'd or
heart In I'm biger'n an OK, an takin'
off bis hat he dropped In a $50 gold
piece,
"I'll sec tibet, an 60 one BETTER"
says Doc Means, ss he chucked In a
couple O. twenties.
II can't quite see yer, boys, but
here gses Their only bird I've got lefs,'
says Poker Jim, as he chucked In a
shining eagle.
Curly Jake passed round the room,
and ther boys throwed 1, purity lib'ral
till he came to q man who war settin'
with his head restin' on his hands
at . table right side Their open door
that led into ther hall, which commu-
nicated with Their dinin' room. Curly
slapped him on ther back In q kinder
friendly, jokin' way, and says: 'Ri,h
Jim, we want yer ter help US out on
or purse we're raisin' fur or women
thet's In need"
Rich Jim looked up, sullen like, an
says, awful short an gruff, II ain,
got anythin' to give"
"But this here's er lady" says Car
ly, kinder insistin' like.
sob, git out and don't bother me-
Rich Jim answers, quick like, an saw
age as Their mischief.
Curly's eyes flashed mighty wicked
as DRAWN hisself up an THROWN al
Their scorn an contempt he could int
his voice. he says: SER man thet'l
struck Is as rich as yer have lately, an
thenll refuse to put up err leetle dus
to help wimen thet's In distress ain
got er heart In him as big as or mus
keeter."
"What's tibet you say 2" says R'cl
Jim, springin ter his feet with 8 hui
string O. cuss words, an him an Curl
, begin DRAWN their shootin Irons"
Jist then war hearn ther patter {
leetle feet on the floor O Their haI
leadin' ter Their bar-room, an
womin's voice sayin': "Come, m
darlin', yer must not go Ia thai r" an
8 Their next instant, with a scream {
' childish joy an mischief, a leetle
chubby.faced curly hard boy RI
, inter Their room, an rushin' ter wha
: Rich Jim whar standin', throwe
. his arms round his legs, an laughll
, like 1t war lots O. fun ter git ava
: from bis mother, he hid his face ergil
Jim's knees.
o I tell yer, boys, Of an angel he
y come squar down from hev'p, us fe
= lers thar In Their bar-room couldn't G
!. been more took back than We war
: Their sight O. that leetle codger. It
. a done yer hearts good, boys, ter hay
. seen him an hesrln him talk. Re
Jim he jlst laid his shootin'. iron G
y Their table without glancin' at Curl!
an his face war as gentle as womin'
IS, stoopin' down, he laid his BIZ
10 rough hand soft life on Their curly ha
O. Their leetle Teller, an says In
=, kinder tremblin' voice: "Whst doe
yer want, my leetle man2'
, Their yonker looked up inter h
face, an seem 1t Wal kinder soi'ene
up, his leetle heart seemed to 60 rigl
It out ter him an he answers brave
yer please:
81 wants my paper. Manner sal
my paper war here"
d "Who Is yer psperl" says Rich jim
bending down an raisin' him inter h
Is arms.
d "My papers manners paper. Is p
# my paper2"
< 81 guess not, my little feller," So,
Rich Linn, ther water comm ter /
: eyes, as Of the words he'd brung som
ID thin ter his mind tibet touched a SC
10 spot, 81 wish I war yer paper"
70 "Won't yer be my paperl l Tx
YER" Their leetle I'm said, pattin' h
It face easy an'tender like with his Leaf
N chubby hands.
le cd q yer2" Rich Jim says.