The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1890-07-19
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Which turned the laugh against Joe.
whose time was given more to his pipe
than to his claim.
The boy Andy was soon q ite at home
all over the camp. He was as good as
woman around, the men declared, which
remark Andy rather resented.
'.I'd rather have you say Pm an I'M
proyement over Joe's other pardners,
but mebbe you'll be running me out
some day like you wanted to do with
them"
sit all depends on how you behave
yourself, you know. II we catch you
foolin' around our dust like the last
chap did, we'll do wuss'n run you out"
A night or two after that Joe sat sud-
denly upright in his bunk, wondering
what had wakened him.
'Andy"' he called, with his heart
humping strangely.
No answer. Andy was not in his
bunk, but his place there was warm.
Fearing something, he scarcely knew
what, Joe hurried out just as he was
half-dressed but bootless and making
no sound, came close upon a group that
moved from one of the cabins.
st was awake and saw him at the
iob!' mans low voice declared ex-
citedly. sgd left light>burning, as (
didn't feel we'll and swar it was Andy.
was too thunderstrnck to say a word.
Slippery little rascal! But when he lit
out, follered. He took up the hill
towards Beagle's cache, and I routed
you'uns out so you could see for your
selves. We'll be in time to catch him II
we hurry up"
But the unseen listener was quicker
than they. Running lightly, he came
first upon the boy and caught him by
the arm, dragging him along.
They're onto you, Andy; you'll have
to skip! What did you do it for? Bus
thar, make tracks; for they'd be hard Oh
you, they've been fooled so often.
They're COMMIT Run now, run, and ILL
cover your tr;sl!"
Painting all this as they ran side By
side, Joe gave the boy push at the
last, and himself turned in the direc-
ton of his cabin, showing himself TO
the pursuers just enough to draw them
upon his trail.
But he halted at his own door and
faced them, saying:
CHOW, then, what is it you want?'
s'You. Joe-twan't you back thar?
Course not. It's Andy we want, and
don't you stop u.s."
sit was me you run down from
Beagle's cache, if that's what you mean"
declared Joe, coolly. "You've poor eyes
if you don't know me from Andy. even
in the dark"
His tactics did not work, however, for
Joe's honesty WAS too we'll known to bs
doubted.
'sPshaw, boys, he's givin' you bluff
1t was Andy seen. Out of the way, Joe.
or this here'll speak!'
t'Let it!''-from Joe. ..."
Then there was scufle, cut short by
revolver shot, for the miner who had
seen himself robbed, as he believed, was
now thoroughly reused and careless al
to consequences.
There came cry from the near dark
ness:
ssDon't shoot! I'm here. Oh! Joe, are
you hurt?''
Joe had started and staggered back,
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groaned, less from pain than at finding
Andy beside him.
you'd orter a got. I'm afeard
can't save you now"
..'Save me from what, Joe? I've done
nothing wrong. You men, what is it
you think?-that I've been robbing you?
Go home and look at your dust. You'll
find more there than you had of your
own, for I've been paying back as can
what was taken from you by Joe's last
partner. did it in this way because I
didn't want to tell you that he was my
my"
II reckon we know" broke in one Of
the men, quicker witted than the rest.
':Mebby your names Annie, instead OF
Andy. See here, boys, believe this is
all right, but one of you go look to
make sure, and I'll tend to Joe while
you are gone"
1t was all right, and Joe's wound was
not serious, and some time afterward
this news was passed through the camp:
ssJoe's took life pardner this time.
One he tried before, so he knows what
he's about She's brick, that Annie.
Isllu DACA every SIAVcL VI tAo uAovS LA
spite Of us.
ssSoon for a weddin'? Not, considerin'
that she scare ely knew number one at
all. He wasn't 80 bad Teller, either,
to up an marry her out OF pity when her
daddy died and left her alone; then sot
out to look for work and went off with
quick consumption, like we know.
Can't say blame him for cribbin' this
means to git home to her first.
s'Shes made better choice this time,
for Joe amt lazy any more; has some
thing to work for row, he says. Tell
you what, boys, come to the last, Joe's
made ten-strike in his pardner!''-
Bert L. Thompson, in Philadelphia Sat-
urday Night.
bound to Make Millions.
American Business Man-ssNow, sir,
You have all the details Of my new man
ufacturing scheme. If we succeed we'll
make millions Timid Capitalist
ssBut if we should fail?'' American
BUSINESS Man-ssFail? In the bripI1t