The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1886-05-14

GnAIK;" "JosHuA MARvEI;" ETC. ETC.
PART H.-CoHTrNuIp.
These men. bound together for the
time by an almost brotherly tie, differed
widely in character and appearance.
Each might have moved, and probably
did, in different grade of life in the
Old Country; but so small matter as
one being born gentleman and an
other common laborer was here of no
account. for gold-digger's career
lewis all such distinction. Their great
boards made their faces so many dis
tinct puzzles, physiognomically; but
there was that about their appearance,
action and conversation which in some
measure served as an index to their
several characters. One was known
as Gentleman George. The nickname
conveyed no satire, and none was in
tended when it was bestowed. Gen.
teman George sOas a gentleman of
good breeding-a handsome fellow
enough, with laughing blue eyes and
the strength of a Hercules. Opposite
to him, squatting upon his blanket, was
Cornish Tom. He had been a gold
digger for twenty years, and had mined
in California, New South Wales, Vic
toria and New Zealand. He might
have made fortune a dozen times
over, for he had had fully that number
of chances. But the careless fellow
had never taken the gold tide at its
flood.
There was no rest for the sole of
Cornish Toms foot. No sooner did he
hear of ''new rush" than he caught
the fever and was off to it. Many
were the rich claims he abandoned, to
be among the first on new gold field.
Hundreds and thousands Of miles of
bush and plain had he covered on
foot, in the blithest of spirits, to dis
cover more often than not, that he had
been following will-o'-tLe wisp Vet
he was always hopeful, always san
guine. Free-handed, Woodworking
and restless, he was the type of class
which will be easily recognized by
those who are acquainted with life on
the gold-fields. The third of the party
was young man remarkable chiefly
for his reticence and furious love of
hard work. He boarded his gold like
a miser. The very opposite of Cornish
Tom, who flung his money about with
utter recklessness, Dick Driver spent
never a shilling to waste; and was SO
consistently steady and saving that he
frequently brought upon himself the
contempt of his comrades. The fourth
of the party was William Fairfield.
Yes; maddened by what he had wit
messed on that fatal Christmas night,
William Fairfield, with as little delay
as possible, had signed away his farm
to Stephen WinkwOrth. He wrote but
few words to Laura. They were
these:
81 was outside your house last night
and saw all. leave you with grief
at my heart which time can never re-
move. May your future be happier
than that | see before me. Farewell"
And, without waiting for explanation
or reply, he travelled hastily to Ply
mouth. and took passage in a ship
about to sail for New Zealand. Com
monplace reading this; but life, for the
most part, is made up of common
places, and ordinary events require
but ordinary language to express them.
AS he sat by the miserable fire on
this cold and bitter night, his thoughts
naturaily-for death stared him i'm the
his last Christmas Eve at Warleycombe.
Indeed. he was forever dwelling on
the fatal time. He would lie awake,
night after night, wandering through
the maze of the past. Even in the
midst of his work the memory of some
small incident which had given him
pleasure would rise in reproach
against him. At times he would wOn-
der what she was doing at the moment
of his thought: and he would set his
wounds bleeding by recalling her face.
so innocently beautiful, SO sweet to
gaze upon, so fair, so false. He en-
cou. -.ged these memories, though he
extracted from them nothing but the |
most exquisite misery.
One maddening doubt continually
haunted him. Had he been rash in
Judging Laura? No, he would indig-
nantly reply; how was it possible he
could have been mistaken? Had not
his own eyes been witness of her faith
lessnessp But still he wandered back
to the theme, and still tie doubt re-
manned.
Whew!' whistled Gentleman
George, at the subsistence of great |
blast of wind which shook the tent per-
ilously; Il hope we shall not be blown |
away! We're in a pretty pickle as it |
is, but that would make it ten times |
worse. just take peep out-of-doors,
Willy. and see what it looks like
Willy = the only name by which |
William Fairfield was known-went to |
the door and cautiously opened it,
holding it fast, in fear that it might be |
blown out of his hand, let in gust of |
wind, that raised the dying embers of |
of the fire into deceitful blaze. and |
caused his mates to shout to him to |
close the door. Stepping out quickly, |
and closing the door behind him, Will |
liam, with his keen sight, strove to |
pierce the darkness. In truth, it was a
bitter night. A heavy wind was driv- |
ing the snow before it fiercely. The |
clouds hung black and thick in the |
heavens. The tremendous ranges
which hemmed in the little band of |
men were snow-clad from base to sum-
NIT, and the flying drift, blowing into
Williams face, almost blinded him. |
Suddenly William made a step forward |
in the darkness. Wiping his eyes clear
of the snow, and shading them with his
hand, he peered before him intently, |
in search of some familiar object |
What he sought did not meet his gaze,
and hastily stepping into the tent, he
fastened the door. and resumed his
seat.
''Well?" asked Gentleman George, |
for the disturbed expression on Will
lam features invited inquiry.