New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-02-20

'syou tend ter this man, and if yer
got any idee in medersin, an know
how ter dish it out SOS ter pull him
outer the mire, ] want you ter do it.
Ef yer don know Whut's good fer
i'm, fill i'm up on sumthin' en-keeper
tryin' till We hit it. When ye're done
come around ter me fer yer day. 1
bin in this shape once myself, boys,
an know Whut it is ter suffer fer. er.
little tension, an eff Joe Biggs is con
sidered a, tough cuss, he'sgot a little
heart left fer er Teller mortal who is a
suferin', an even ole Shanks is
worthy Nv some kindness, an he's er
goin' ter git it, the best [ know how
ter give it ter i'm. =
AS day after day passed and the
sick continued in a delirious state
tossing his hands wildly about and
uttering wild broken sentences, Joe
sat by his side and watched over him
with the tenderest care, no doubt in
these kind Offices finding some sort
of solace for his overtroubled soul.
Joe's life in the West had been a busy,
rushing one, and no time had he
found to indulge in thoughts ofthe
past-of the years away back toward
his youth, when his was an innocent
soul and his hands were free Of crime.
But in the silent vigils Of the quiet
nighttime when all of Savage Gulch
lay still in sleep, he sat through the
darkness and his thoughts went back
to the old home in the east. Up
through the gloom of the year came
a trooping Of memories, and above
all and the brightest Of all was the
face Of a fond mother He shuddered
as he recalled her love for her boy,
and mentally measured the awful dis
lance he had drifted away from her,
and tears, the first that had come to
his eyes in years, coursed down his
| coarse, hard cheeks.
Themenaround thecamp sometimes
| came in to offer assistance, but usually
Joe sat through the nights alone, and
he preferred it, for somehow since the
fountain of the past had been opened
and stream ofmemories set to flow
ing through his mind, he loved to sit
and enjoy his thoughts in solitude.
| One day as Joe passed by the sa-
loon, some Of the loungers remarked:
"Joe's stickin' ter old Shanks liker
er brother
CHATS whut he is. An it's ther
| quarest thing | ever see, too. He's
Their last men in ther camp Ed a
thought of dom sech a thing
| "Thar's sometin' mighty GURUS
erbout it. I'd never dreamed O.
Joe takin' no interest in a sick Teller,
an specially Teller like ole Shanks."
s'He hain't bin inter ther s'loon for
several days; he'd yer noticed thet?''
II guess l he'd replied the bar
keeper, S'fer Joe's alters bin one O. the
stidiest customers we he'd, an. eff he
was sorter quarrelsome sometimes,
he want never close with his money"
"Joe want never so bad man, no
how said another, ''es some people
thought
When he wus friend to a Teller he'd
do anything for i'm. But somehow
he seemed to sorter got err notion
that Their world was elgin' i'm
Eyes" said another. "but how'd
he ever come to take to ole Shanks,
dyer s'pose?''
just then one Of the "boys" called
for the drinks and the loungers
dropped the conversation and stood
up along the bar ready for any emer-
gency.
One day the doctor came and pro
nounced the crisis passed, for he
found the high fever had ceased, and
the sufferer lay calmly sleeping, while
his cheek was no longer hot and
flushed.
Hell get well now,'' the doctor
said, if he has proper care. .
can hill hev it,, Joe replied with
emphasis, ''if I'm able ter give it to
i'm
That evening as the twilight was
fading into night, Shanks awoke,
and after his eyes had wandered
around the room, he fixed them on
the face of Joe Biggs with a startled,
wondering gaze, and for a moment
the two men looked into each others
eyes.
"What does it mean?" Shanks
asked, in a voice scarce above
whisper.
you've been nigh ter DEATH Joe
replied. Ger days ye've bin down
with the fever. But you're all right
now, the Doc says, only you've got.
ter be keerful an not takenorelapse. !"
'This is your cabin, Joe?o
sYas."
How come me ter be here?.'
We found you down to the tent
| with a terrible fever, an he'd you
brought here
ssAn' you've bin nursin' me?''
Vas, I've bin sorter helpin' you a
little
'sY cure a good man, Joe, an de-
serve my thanks. But I wish you
hedn't done it. / wanted to die
Come, man. don't less hev non O.
that sort n, Sfl1fff -