Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1888-12-21

LOU ouSht NOT 70 DC alone as you are"
mer'
Why. why-,take you where you will
answered Justice McCracken.
tNow, that is kind, l admit" said the
hermit, and he looked at them with a
strange, amused expression in his ewes.
Blel'eving that they were gaining ground,
they grew holder.
"Yes. we wish to be kind. We can't
let you perish up here, you know"
me.'
HEN, him: why, you sec, Weaver
you see Hillsford has no hospital
and
'sBut you have fixed upon some place
for me, presume" questioned the her.
NIT. In the tone Of one about to sur
render
"Y-e-s,' spoke up another. 1--WE
thought we would take you to Johns
town"
"Ah, that's the county seat, isn't IT."
"And the county house is near there.
isn't it?''
Eyes"
well, that's good enough place for
any one who wants to go there. | don't
| Now it is time for you to leave" and he
shut the window.
| The besiegers conferred together and
again began to beat upon the door Feel
ing more courageous when Weavers
wild eyes were not on them they called
to him that he must consent to 90 with
them or they would take him by force
/ The window opened once more and re-
| vealed the gaunt form of the hermit
/ grasping a shotgun. Instinctively the
attacking party fell back a few PAGES.
| The hermit spoke: Il will blow the
head off any man who again lays a hand
/ upon my door am in my own house.
on my own ground, and there is not Law
enough in the republic to permit you to
enter and lay hand on man who is
neither criminal nor pauper. Had you
come here proffering private charity
| should have resented it, but | should
| have respected you. As it is will kill
| you like dogs if You trouble me mo-
nlent more" And he pointed the gun
at them in a way that was convincing.
Grumblingly they moved away. Hes
right said the justice. who had NOR
tai fear Of firearms: hes not pauper.
He owns this ground and he owns the
house. If he wont come with us will
lingly we shall have to let him alone
He's Us crazy as a kite, piped up two
or three others, anxious to cover up their
chagrin.
He ought to be confined as danger
Gus lunatic, said the doctor, in whose
bosom still ranked Weavers poisoned
arrow.
/ They reached Hillsford in crestfallen
frame of mind. all agreeing that the her
NIT might die a dozen times over before
they would put themselves out" to do
anything for him again.
Two weeks later. when the weather
was bitter cold, Robby Hart sturdy
12-year-old. rushed into his mothers
sitting room one afternoon. bursting
with news. "Old Weaver-s in town" he
painted.
His mother looked up from her sewing
machine with interest. Like everybody
else in Hillsford she knew the history Of
the fruitless siege of the hernit's cabin.
Yes. he's here; awful sick. too; out
of his head, and is lying on the floor in
the back part OF Hunts grocery. They're
goin TO send him to the poorhouse at
Johnstown."
Not = this terrible weather. said
Mrs. Hart. looking alarmed.
YES; right off There no place here
for him, they say"
No place for poor old sick man in
all IEillsford: We are not so bad as that,
Robby, am sure"
"Oh. but | heard Judge Iarkle and
Deacon White and all Of them say so,
Its settled