Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-03-29

| dyin'. like rat in Il hole, in thus hye'
iais1 snid the prisoner.
at Is almost certain death to venture
insisted the doctor. wait till you gel
a little better.
..Ff mus die, leiume die at home,
cried lack. Pears like ! could die
! easier thar"
Seeing that he was determined to go,
the doctor ceased to urge him. "Have
v,1i the means to take him homer he
asked the father, who had arisen and
seated himself on the side of the bunk.
swell. yes" said the old man, Il sold
| nv critter afore leavin' home ter git the
money ter come hyar on,
IF YOU sold your horse, how are you
going to ma'sc your crop asked the
friendly iaiier
Well said Mr.. Bigby, undaunted by
the dismal prospect ahead, Il thought as
how I'd sell ms Tow en- calf, arter JACK
| is well huff to do 'thaut the milk, en- buy
a steer. Only femme git him back ter
his ma in the mountains en- well scratch
! long somehow.
The sun shone bright and warm; the
air was sweet and balny; spring was
coming fast, and April seemed to have
FASTENED along the road to meet March
and strewed 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 haif
of the Journey the excitement, the
change, the thought of home, had kept
| him mp.
1.-The slln--tlie ar" he cried, delight
eddy, 'hit's powerful good, pap!'
"Hit's mighty peart, said the Old
man, sympathetically.
But now. his little strength exhausted,
Jack lay IN 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,
/ cheerfullv. 1--WE r. out or Canton now,
en- gwine in ermong TIN mountains. Look
at EN-"
The sick man reused up, and with his
fathers assistance raised himself so as to
look out of the window. AS far as the
eye could reach range after range of
mountains met the view rising one above
the other, The invalid gazed upon Them
as il he could never get his fill and
| drank in the mountain air as if it was an
elixir.
Thar. thar, Jackie said his father
Pm afeard you'll cotch cole"
''The sight er them is good for sore
eyes. said the released prisoner, And
language could go no further in his case,
Old Bgby laughed. "What'll We say
when We see Baldface, EN- thet thar biz
pine thet's crowd on the tip top err hit
war we use ter go II coon huntin'?'
"Ef ever gets able ter climb up thar
| I'll never wanter come down again, said
! Jack.
Again his father laughed. SIS tibet
thar ole pine all yere hankerin' arter,
sonny" he asked
I'm course wanter see ma and the
gals" said the sick man. "When | sec
/ ma agiu This voice failed Kim and he
broke down.
/ Thar, thar, said the old man hastily
don't bother bout ma en- the gals-not
| but what they'll hey' Ell shout en- &c
roun' when they see ye. Lie down en-
res now"
He laid his son back ON the seat, and
Jack YEARLY closed his eyes and seemed
to sleep. Absorbed with his unaceus-
toned surroundings old Bigby did not
notice his heavy breathing, which was
| la,t1r.pcI i,,r ~ A,
last, slancing out the window, familiar
/ objects came in view.
Jackie said the old man, "Jackie,
wake up, honey. Thar's old Baldface.
Look up. Fin thar's yam pine
The sick man Enclosed his eyes, but
they Wore Il strange look. Il see no
| pine, he said feebly.
Old Bigby grew frightened. lie passed
his arms around his son and lifted him
Ivy main force; terror gave him strength.
Look, look, he cried anxiously.
But his sons head fell back against his
shoulder, the cool mountain breeze played
with his hair, the sunshine beamed in
his face, but the dying mountaineer saw
nothing In vain his glazing eyes turned
| toward the distant mountains.
Il KANT see hit, " said he feeblv, I'm
going fas'. Bury mo on top CT ole Bald
face, pap, yander pine-thar I'll sleep
/ free forever"
His struggling breath ceased. Nomore
his darkening eyes could see the sun for
which lie SO craved. The judges slls-
/ pended sentence now awaited hinnaught.
Summoned before "a greater judge, the
moonshiner was free.-Paul Grant in At
lanta Constitution.