Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1885-12-22

soin into the youngsters palm, no eprenG
INTO the landau, calei out gay good bye,
md was driven rapidly away.
The astonishei youth lookel after the
ludaciou' and much-privileged servant
with round eyeS which finally dropped to
The piece OF metal in IN, hand
ats gold" he whispered. excitsdly, "and
rot silver dollar as sposei, and there's
.wo KS on IT, Jerusalem cricketsl it's a $50
yold piece II it's a cent?"
Four months had passed away, and the
farmhouse in the hollow crouched under its
mowy covering, snug and safe, while away
IN the western mountains men toilsi a. they
,ould, and cursed the snow and the cold
which heightened and hardened their des-
perate task OF Wrestling from It's hiding
place that gold which 70 them meant home
AMI fireside, with the presence OF loved ones
Tar away. Poor Joe, undaunted by fatigues
and sufferings which would have driven
stronger men to the wall, still kept ct work,
'purrel on by the thought OF q pair Of dark,
wistful eyes which he knew were looking
hopefully for him each day. But bis pile
| was still very small, aui hope seemed al
most ready TO desert him
How could he be sure she was faithful,
after all. he thought gloomily trudging
homeward in the cherries twilight with
bis pickax on his shoulder an his eyes on
the grounL. Such pretty girl wouldn't
wait long for sultors. ani-hellol what,
that
A long cry OF aHel-p' came family front
the gloomy, slanting rsvine at his right.
but though be peered anxiously down no
could see nothing. "Rello!" he called back
in q ringing voice. ard the same cry, but
fainter. came again: Help Hel-pr
Using his clumsy pickax for an alpen-
stock, he crept cautiously down the rough
declivity, calling out at intervals and fol
lowing the sound of the answering call,
until he reached a clump OF bushes By a
narrow trail or bride path, in whose
shadow lay q man, evidently sorely hurt
Joe bent over him
"Well. stranger, what IL itf' he asked, In
the careless tone of a nan habituated 10
danger, but with a certain tenderness not
native 30 the ordinary miner.
ITO be brief. fell among thieves and am
about done for said the wounded one,
family. There Is q stab in my side-if you
could stop the blood I-'
| He ceased abruptly, overcome with faint
ness, while Joe with ready skill soon found
and stanched the wound with part OF the
strangers own garments; then, as he looked
vaguely around, wondering what he would
do next, the snow laden bushes rustled, and
q figure crawled cautiously out at his very
feet One movement brought Joe's pickax
TO a ready poise, and with the next IL would
descended with crushing force on the
crawler's skull, when his whining voice
| broke in:
| @Don't IL me, DON'T His s grace much
'urti AS the robbers wentP
Joe's pickax descended harmleSsly
| aXEho Ia Won Won anaakl aud xyho'a shka
grace I'd like 70 known
"He's the duke OF =, sir; hand I'm is
sarvint The thieves nearly killed US sir,
and ran hoff with hour 'oSses. and took
shelter In 'ollow log, sir, for the time
His . really much 'urti'
skilled, guess" said Joe shortly. "You
coward Why didn't you come and help
him, before ii was too latel Here, help me
lift him-so; we'll take him to my cabin"
Fortunately it was not far away, and Joe
few hours later, had the satisfaction OF
seeing his guest warmed, fed, and COM
fortsd, he cut sewei up, and himself In a
fair way TO recovery. though still weak
from loss of blood. As, utterly weary. the
miner stepped silently to the side OF hi
bunk, 10 give him one last rea,suring glance
before seeking his own hard bel on the
floor, the sufferer reached out a while
delicate hand and caught Joe's hard brown
one in a warm clasp
any friend, what is your Manner he asked,
weakly.
Joe Brady, your loriship," said the
| honest fellow, his heart futtsrins a little at
1eing thus addressed by live aristocrat
The dukes eyes opened wide, as it posi-
| blei Kismet, as Iiivel | must be their
providence il they are to be my fate'-ani
they closed again YEARLY. "Idght heal led.
see" mutterei Joe, turning away. 'Taint
much wonder, ETHEREAL he's gone through
to- night Wei, he'll be ali right to- morrow,
| hope" and in FIVE minutes Joe's snores
mingled with the doughty MillarIs on the
cabin floor.
The dukes was a mere flesh. wound though
a deep ons, and a few weeks found him able
to return 10 Denver and civilization, after
tempting providence-or, rather, two horse
thieves-by this needless winter journey
over the mountain. But in the daily intor-
course Of that humble cabin, among those
houlely, big-hesrtei miners. in thu solitude
OF the everlasting bills, class distinction had
grown 10 seem very Insignificant thing.
The duke might shine in drawing rooms and
assemblies, even In parliament or among
the first men of tho old-world
civilization but here his tai
|
member OF that small community-a mere
cumberer OF the ground and yet, no. His
very refinement and whole soulei gentle
manliness did them a world of good and
left the little camp the better for his visit
Before he left he took Joe apart for long
walk, and when they parted IL was like
brothers, with moistensd eyes and long,
close grasp Of the hand. while as duke and
servant role slowly out OF camp, they were
followed by hearty good lucks" and good.
byes' from the whole community, ending 10
three cheers and tiger.
Il was poisoning time when our aristo-
cratic voyagsrs were again driving along
the Beach road where we first beheld them
the duke quito restored TO health, while
Millari, utterly UNCONSCIOUS OF any past
dereliction from duty, sat In solemn stiff.
ness, and with folded arms. behind.
| A boy, looking a bit uncomfortable In q
clean face and new suit, came hesitatingly
toward them.
Coachy bowed ga!ly, and burst into a
1T Of riotous laughter at his sheepish, hang
dog look.
Jimmy, You rake, come here" he cried,
| refining the steedS TO standstlL IL want you
to direct ms to the bllcksmith's shop in the
hollow"
"Say, you amt nal then, sir-mister-
your graoe-be your criei Jimmy in re-
lieved tone, springing into the cart ~
don't care IL you be duke, stead Of a
| coachman You'ra An awfnl good onai