Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1886-04-17
Father, an mother an you, brother
I mus leave yer."

looked up IrOm d now az nanulo Whicn
he was scraping with q piece Of glass.
but said nothing.
"Yas. 1 must leave yer" she repeat
ed as, with a shudder, she drew the
shawl tightly around her shoulders
"Yer'll never know how much l love
yer. but yer'll think when I'm gone
how unworthy I've allus been.
"Lawd bless my SOUL" vociferated
the old man, ''what does she meanP
John had resumed the work Of
scraping the ax-handle, but upon hear
ing fathers last exclamation. looked
up and said:
"Air yer all blinep KANT yer sec,
pap, that she's goin or way ter marry
Nick Pager
The old man with a roar sprang
from his seat.
"Tobie, Tobie," said Mrs. Crabtree.
"Tobie, mind yer self" she gently
took hold of her husbands arm.
"Git away. Puss, don't tamper with
mo, Sisi
"Yas, sir.
What air yer goin' ter dor
81 am goin' out in Their woods whar
Nick is waiting fur me. Then we
air goin' ter git married. I know that
he amt no count, father; oh, yes, l
know that" clasping her hands, "but
I KANT help loving him. Oh, pap, l
wish yer could know how l do love
yer. but yer KANT; yer KANT!
The old man struggled with himself.
His wife, with soft words, attempted
to soothe him.
81 know yer will hate me-" the
trembling girl continued, ''but l KANT
help it. l feel like somebody had tied
a rope round my waist and es er pull
ing it.
ISIS" said the old man, raising his
left arm-his right arm vas held by
Mrs. Crabtree-"Sis, I hope ter God
that yer'd sink inter hell afore mawn-
ing.
"Oh, pap; don't say that" pleaded
the girl.
"Yas, I do. hope-no l don't, he
continued, becoming strangely calm.
"Puss, turning with sorrowful gentle
ness to his wife, II had hoped, both Nv
US had hoped, hat this time never
would come. Sis, l must tell yer
somethin' an then yer may 60. Puss,
must l tell herP
"Yas, lobe; yes, but look at yer
lobe, Q air cryin'. Stop yer cryin',
lobe, an tell her.
The old man wiped his eyes and
said: THAR amt no gratitude in this
here worl'! l wuz onct told that yer
mout live ter bring me trouble, Sis,
an yer have. Now. I've got to tell
yer somethin' that l didn't never want
yer ter know -didn't want John thar
ter know. Sis, me an Puss amt yel
father an mother. We tuck yer when
yer wuz or little baby-wait till l git
through. We tuck yer cause yer
father an mother wuz dead. Wesoon
gun ter love-love yer mo- than we
did pore John, an when he wuz little
an cried in Their night, we'd let him
cry, but when little Sis cried, we got
outen bed an warmed her by the fire,
cause the pore little things mother
an father wuz dead. Thar, I'm done.
Yer amt no child Nv mine. Go!
"Oh, my father! cried the girl as she
sank upon the floor, and threw her
arms around the old mans knees.
"Oh. let me stay, fur | love yer SO. l
KANT stand to know that l amt yer
child KANT leave.
She sobbed convulsively. The old
man tenderly raised her to her feet
and kissed her. She threw off her
shawl, hung her bonnet on a peg and
sat down. From the woods there
came a shrill whistle. The girl trem-
bled violently but did not arise from
her chair.
One day the neighborhood of Clark
sons Ford and its capital. the Cross
roads town of Beverly, were greatly
excited by the report that Nose San
ders had murdered Tai Smith. The
two men had quarreled in a "doggery,"
and rumor said that Smith left the
place first and that Sanders, boiling
with wrath, overlook him and killed
him with q knife. Sanders was seized
and confined in the log Jail situated
near the "doggery' whore the quarrel
had taken place. Smith had many
friends. They % vengeance. Soon
an Infatuated mob had collected in the
vicinity of the Jail. The sheriff called
on hi, friends 10 help him protect the
prisoner in case the jail were attacked.
but the sheriff's friends were also the
friends Of tho murdered man.. An
anxious night set in, a night which
Wilson, the sheriff, knew would DO
eventful. The mob hal built camp
fires in the woods, and, by tho light Of
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