The semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1882-1886, 1884-04-16
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Janet Dale, In u letter from Casey
vile. KY, tells a brief story of how
the Ohio river deluge restored a long
lost daughter to her fathers arms.
1 noticed especially one man who
leaned against the guards, gazing out
across the tops # the trees that have
begun tc lift their limbs from the
waters, His was a clear-cut face with
strong, determined Kentucky lines.
His eyes were gray and cold, but I
could fancy in passion they would
blaze to white heat. He wore a jean
shirt. His breeches were evidently
guiltiess of any acquaintance with
s~uspenders, and were strapped about
his waist with a piece of rope. Be-
side him stood a little girl of 8 or 9
years, a strange shy child, who lifted
her eyes occasionally with a scared,
furtive look.
"rhis is a bad lookout" 1 observed
as a method of picking up acquaint-
anceship. The man started as If
aroused from a dream. The child
shrank nearer to him and slipped
her hand in his.
"Ma'am, 1 wuzn't thinkin' what
you wuz sayin'." he replied. l re-
peated my remark. A light flashed
over his face. He drew the child
nearer to him.
Il don't rightly know as I care
much about it, ma'am," he said,
since it's guv me back my little GAL"
What do you mean?"
Don't you know bout my gal?
Why. l reckon you don't live rounu
these parts, then. She's been stoled
goln' ON two years, and I'd never
have found her if it hadn't been for
this rise. Why, I s'posed everybody
knowed bout my little gal bein'
stoled."
Tell me how it was"
"Twas her own dead mothers
brother as done it-God an him
knows what for, spite, l reckon. He
sheaked her off in the night. T'other
day l wuz out'n a skif goin' to feed
my hogs v there on The foot hills.
an l seed somethin' tloattn' a long
way Oft, clingin' to a log. 1 made
right lur it. Then 1 seed it wuz
man. He cried out wild like; Fur
Gods sake pick me up; I can't hold
on much longer I knowed that |
voice. I kDowed that cursed While
face. Fur Two year I'd ben a heark-
In and a lookin' fur them. 1 rowed
up to him like mad. Then I raised |
an oar, struck him on the breast to
loosen his hold on the log. and reach
in out. clutched his har. Sec I; You
scoundrel, tell me wbar's my
gal or III bang yer on the head with
OAR He looked at me gritty like
says; take me in an I'll tell ye.,
See l." You tell me before l count
ten or LII kill We. He says: ''She,s
the orphan asylum at Evansville,
tur Gods sake, what did We put her
thar fu ! ] yelled, an I could have
him then if I hadent sort O.
promised to ave him if he telled me.
| TUX him In. "Ye miserable whelp.'
[ said. yer not worth savin' an yer
not worth kilIin,' Thea L took a
an 1 rowed up"hyar to get the
derned first packet. An I found her:
found Polly, suah. in that asvlum'
Look at her hans, will vel? and he
held up the poor little scra WV MEM
bers, scanned and marked by labor.
at her hams will YEP" he con-
:lnued, THAT'S all ben done up thar,
ms by that internal williams work.
Ihe pore child's ben worked like a
Termed mule" He put his hand up
% his eyes, winked hard, and turned
ais face away.
What did you do when you first
Jaw her in the asylum?" 1 inquired.
III Jest Rugged her right smart"
What did she do?"
she Jest Rugged m right smart.
(har'u be a fatted calf racket at our .
1ouse tonight, risen' or no risen'.
The water won't keep us from that.D