Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-06-21

too, that an apology for window had been
cut in the boards here, and a dirty piece of
calico acted as a curtain on the inside. As
1 replaced the dipper this curtain was
pushed aside, and the face of my inhospita-
bic friend, with the ferietty eyes, gazed
fxedly at me.
"Well, amt We gone YETI"
shook my head and replied that the sun
was hot, and 1 would rest myself bit,
thought, before Istarted back He dropped
the curtain, and I could hear the shuttle of
his feet again across the floor. So went
around again and sat on the barrel step.
Half an hour passed, and had just thrown
away the short stump of the cigar had
been smoking, and was thinking of starting
in earnest when the door opened again, and
my queer friend stood upon the sill
"Ye see, stranger" he said, 81 don't
want to be mean and oncivil to'ye, but we
never have no strangers here, and never
sees no one and don't wants to. But
reckon We are a new one on the island, and
don't mean no harm. I've got sick boy in
here, and he's been a-begging to let ye in
and be civil to ye-so does if ye wants
to-"
Racl1ed by a Burning Fever.
And he held the door wide to let me pass
The room was low and musty with the
smell of decayed vegetation. The floor was
of boards, loosely laid on the bare ground,
with no attempt at any caulking. Two
rude chairs, an attempt at table and low
bedstead made from planks placed against
the wall, supported by props from beneath,
constituted the entire furniture. When my
eyes became accustomed to the gloom saw
stretched on this rude cot the figure of
man. My strange host offered me chair,
and when had seated myself, commenced.
eyes, sir, he's pretty sick, is he. I don't
scarcely know as what ails him. He's been
down two months now, and just lays there
and sort of says nothing, only stares about
most of the time"
Imoved my chair to the bedside and sat
down again. The patient was a tall and
well-built man Of perhaps %; before his ILL
ness he must have been person Of splendid
physical proportions, but he was weak and
wan enough now. His face was very placid,
but very, very pale; his eyes were closed
and he breathed irregularly. I felt his
hands; they were dry and hot and his tan
gled hair lay in wet masses on his broad,
white brow. The older man stood by me as
1 looked down, running his coarse hand
across his lips nervously as he watched
Would Not Have a Doctor.
"He has fever" said
'fYes; guess that's it-like it-it worries;
me dreadful sort, he looks SO yearning at
me sometimes, and don't know as what to
do-always."
SIS he any kin Of yours?"
He wiped his dry mouth again and hitched
up his coarse trousers about his waist.
"Well, yes, sir; sort of kin-my son, SIR"
sat while longer, and when I rose to
go promised to bring the father something
from the ship Che would not listen about q
doctor) the next day or the day following.
The old man followed me to the door, and,
holding it open for me, said: "He's asleep
ing now;" closed it behind him, and
guessed he would walk q step with me
through the woods
Our conversation, at first desultory, grad
ually led up to the subject of his own past
life and the history of his queer surround
ings He told it briefly.
Story of the outcast
He had run away from home-a New
England home-oyer 40 years ago, and
shipped on whaler bound to the southern
seas. He had served on her three years and
over as the vessel rounding the Horn came
slowly toward the cruising grounds of the
Northern Pacific. Things had gone from
bad to worse between the captain and him
sell Tor many months-partlcularly after
they had rescued the crew of sinking
South Sea trader, among them a young
woman, the daughter of the traders
drowned captain. With this girl he fell in
love, and her treatment by the captain
made his soul boil with rage. So what
with the beatings he got and the insulting of
her, eve took-we two-the yawl and one
night when the Mary Clyde came in for
water at Port Lloyd, pulled ashore and took
to the woods"
They built the little house 1 had seen, and
for over 80 years had lived there. She had
been dead these 15 years, leaving behind
her the boy, now grown to manhood. They
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