Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1890-04-09

uoE yAU 1dP IL uuSS AAS OOy VIII AO npOo
her. Don't! don't, my Jackie, my baby.
Oh, my Lord" ho moaned IN sudden
terror at his hopelessness to comfort.
The unhappy fathers tears mingled
with his sons, and he vainly strove to
dry them in his blue checked handker-
chief.
The friendly jailer's eyes filed, and
his throat swelled, and fearing he might
be swept away in the sea of woe, he
hastily retreated to the door, and
nearly knocked over the doctor, who
was entering.
"What is the mattor?" said he.
''Come, come, this won't dor
HE won't hush," said the father.
SET his ma was only hyar to nuss him
he'd do BETTER"
"Well, he must get we'll and 60 to
her. Here's something that will cure
him faster than all my medicine" and
the doctor held up the paper. "See, the
judge has sent you release" and he
read 1t aloud. 'Now, Bigby, you must
| get we'll, so you can travel"
'I'll never get we'll in hyar," said the
prisoner, trying to stay his sobs. "All
crave is leetle sunshine en- fresh
ar"
"Well, you shall have it just as soon
as you can travel"
'Pap, ye say the suns a-shinin' out
| side?" said the prisoner.
"Well, hits a-shinin' right smart"
said Mr.: Bigby, winking the tears off
his eye-lashes.
eyes" said he, qualifying, as it were,
his assertion, II moaght say hits a.
shinin' right peart."
ZEN hits a-gettin' warm, hain't hit?"
asked he. Springs a-comin', hain't
hit?"
Springs a-comin' on" assented Mr..
Bigby. THE SHOWS done melted en-
gone, the peach trees are a-bloomin',
the buds O. the ellums en- the willows
air a-wellin', the red-buds en- naples air
a-bloomin', the bees air a-playin' in the
sun afore Their gums, en- the young
calves air a-bleatin' in yander pastur',"
he said, adding bit by bit to tie ?'ral
picture as his sons hungry eyes seemed
to devour him. THE jay-birds air be-
ginnin' ter sing, en- soon the voice O the
turtle will be heard in the land" he
concluded.
'"rhen I'll CO." said Jack, homc-sick
for a sight of what his father had told
him.
1T will be great risk,' said the doc
tor.
well, I'll risk hit What's the use
O dyin' like rat in hole, in this hyer
jail?" aid the prisoner.
ut is almost certain death to vent
ure," insisted the doctor. swat till
you get little better"
''Ef mus die, femme die at home,"
cried Jack. "'Pears like l could die
easier thar
Seeing that he was determined to go,
the doctor ceased to urge him. slave
you the means to take him home?" he
asked the father, who had arisen and
seated himself on the side of the bunk.
'Well, yes" said the old man. Il
sold my critter afore leavin' home ter
git the money ter come hyar on
If you sold your horse, how are you
going to make your crop?" asked the
friendly jailer.
"Well," said Mr.. Bigby, undaunted
by the dismal prospect ahead, II
thought as how I'd sell my COW en- calf,
arter Jack is we'll huff ter do 'thaut the
milk, en- buy steer. Only lemme git
him back ter his ma in the mountains
en- we'll scratch long somehow"
The sun shone bright and warm; the
air was sweet and balmy; spring was
coming fast, and April seemed to have
fastened along the road to meet March,
and strewed a few of her days in his
calendar. The sun beamed into the car
where Jack Bigby lay on two seats, APP
parently half asleep. For the first half
of the journey the excitement, the
change, the thought of home, had kept
him up.
'sThe sun-the arr he cried delight
eddy, "hit's powerful good, Pap!'
"Hit's mighty peart," said the old
man, pathetically.
But now, his little strength exhaust
ed, Jack lay in a state of collapse that his
father mistook for sleep, with the sun
shining full into his face, though he did
not seem to know it.
"Wake up, Jackie" said old Bigby
cheerfully. "We air out err Canton now,
en- gwino in ermong the mountains
Look at 'em.'
The sick man reused up, and with his
fathers assistance raised himself 50 as
to look out of the window AS far as
the eye could see, range after range of
mountains met the view rising ,one
above the other. The invalid gazed
| upon them as if he could never get his
fill, and drank in the mountain air as if
it was an elixir.
''Thar, thar, Jackie" said his father.
.'I'm afeared you'll cotch COLE"
''The sight er them is good for sore
eyes," said the released prisoner. And
language could 60 no farther in his case.
Old Bigby laughed. "What'll We say
when ye see Baldface, en- that thar big
| pine thet's crowd on the tip top or hit
war we use ter 60 coon huntin'?"
''Ef ever gifts able ter clomb up thar,
I'll never wanter to come down agin,"
said Jack.
Again his father laughed. ''Is tibet
thar ole pine all ye're hankerin' arter,
| aonnv9'' he asked