The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1884-04-09

Caspar's cabin-frst trail to the left after
ye strike timber. Balaam an I'll go back
to the cabin, an come over in the morn
IN. You kin wait for me. I'll come
for I've learnt sumthin at that thar
cabin, an Pm goin' to see this thing
through"
The six men took up the litter, and
Bill and Balaam went back to the cabin
at timber line.
The next morning was bright one on
the eastern slope of the main range. Low
down on the big timber, nestled in
warm nook with an eastern and southern
exposure, was a miners cabin. Already
the water was dripping from the roof logs
which overhung the front; the pile of
mineral specimens on the rude shelf be-
side the door sparkled in the sunshine; /;
the dog basked upon the chips; the bur
ros rubbed their necks together at the
watering place; the fire was swapping in
the rude forge, and miner was heating
and pounding his drills and picks. Other
men were sitting on the shafting tirnbers
which were piled around, smoking theil
pipes and talking of the sick boy who lay
within.
Little John had already made his way
to these strangers hearts.
He was not delirious now. But he was
pale, and wore hopeless look that was
pitiful. No one of them thought he had
yet come out from under the dark shad.
ow, and there was q sadness in their faces
and hush in their voices.
After few hours Bill came. The miners
proposed to go to the railroad station for
physician and such delicacies as mining
camps do not afford. Bill accepted the
proposition in regard to the delicacies,
but insisted that he himself would be the
nurse and physician.
Under his rough but gentle care the
boy rapidly improved, and at the end of
the week Bill called the two Half-M
men out for little talk.
" Hev yer got any plans bout this
kid 2"
Both answered that they had not.
They left everything to him.
"This kid wuz clear-headed at the
cabin on t'other side, an him an me
talked. We've talked here. An you see,
he wuz clerk or sumthin' in bank, back
in Ohio, an there wuz money stole! They
took him up for stealin' it; but somehow
they couldn't prove it on him, an had
to turn him loose. But many people
said he stole it all the same, an he
couldn't bear the disgrace, an so come to
the mountains. His mothers poor.
What he got in the bank wuz all both on
'em had Since he come to P'eblo he's
found out who did steal the money.
But he hain't got sinner to go back
with an set himself right. That's how
he's here.
"Now, pards, I've got nineteen
thousand odd in the Leadville bank, paid
in on my Belden sale. hain't got q
pesky relation in the world, an if git
my, hands on that money I'll likely blow
it all in. So Pm going to send that kid
home, an give ten thousan' to his mother.
The balance is big enough stake fuI
me; an then, We see, if do a good thing
for his mother may be it'll count again
the internal meanness did to mine! Sc
we'll tax him down to Hayden's, an one
o. you can stay with him an t'other &c
up with me to Leadville an get some
money an a draft-Ive got her name
and whar she lives-an' then we'll come
back an send him home, an send the
draft to his mother. Dyer see 2"
Three days afterwards they put Little
John in a sleeping car, with ticket and
fifty dollars in his pocket, and on the
same day draft for ten thousand dollars
was mailed to his mother in letter OF
remittance signed "AN UNKNowN
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