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

i;t.t the prisoner closed his eyes and
slightly shook his head
-.Jest a drap, coaxed the father; ''jes
the matter q a dfap, Jackie, honey"
mot tibet thar water" said the rris-
oner rousing up. "Thet thar prison wa
ter makes me heave Oh, fer a drink
outer the spring at homei seems like
could drink hit dry"
Old Bigby felt frightened; he was 10
part Of q narse. and the changed appear
ance of his son still shocked him.
"IIit looks like good water" said he,
shit does. Try sup"
But the sick man refused. and his
father welcomed the entrance of tile
jaiIer.
Here, Jack said that official, "my
wife's sent you some soup; try and take
it,"
But the invalid still refused. II KANT
eat hit" he said.
What do you crave?" asked the jailer.
''Sunshine an fresh AR, cried the pris-
oner, rousing mp. ''Ef / could only git
out whar the sun'd shine on me, an the
mountain air would blow on me, an whar
| could see the peak O old Baldface,
a-rolIin up benin pap's house, seems like
| could git up an run mile.
"You should ha' thought Of all o that
afore you went to monkeying with the
revenue, said the jaiIer
II never thought ez how Id be
cotched,' said the prisoner, sullenly,
"But hit does seem hard" said old
Bigby, apologetically, ''fer Il man ter
suffer so mucheenamos pay with his
life fer maxim Il few gallons O wild cat
liquor liker that
sThe government don't want it, said
the jailer, undertaking to explain the
revenue system, "'but it don't want you
to have il, neither.
swell, now, thet does look curious, :"
said old Iiigby. "What kahn hit matter
ter the gov'ment? En- what he con
tinued, as the jailer was unable to an
swer that question, zen what's q man to
do with his extry crap o corn when he
KANT git hit to market? We uns lives on
the side o old Baldface, en- ter haul our
crap ter market costs purity nigh ez
much ez the crap is with En- this year,
OWN ter one accident en- another, the
crap piddled out o the small cen o the
horn. Hit didn't pay ter haul tibet leetle
bit ter market fer the mite o money
they'd pay fer hit. En- we uns war hard
up; we had nary sugar nor coifee-jes'
bread en- q little bite o meat; en- Jack
seq. sezzee, i haint agwine ter stend
hit, | hain't | Il jes haul the corn over
ter Stillinger's still en- turn hit inter bug
juice. Hill fotch nufT ter buy sugar
an coffee
$50 he hauled hit over thar .er the
still, every Bit o our crap we had to spar,
en- the stillers stiletl hit on sheers The
shotes, they followed Jack, en- the rev nue.
they followed the shotes en- busted up the
still, On thfowed out the mash en- the
beer en- the whisky en- away went our
years crap at u lick. En- wussur an all,
they cotcled Jack. Stillnger he got or
way--hes IA ole hand at the hllsiness--en
the revnue took en- brung Jack ter At
lanty."
"rhcn you didn't git no sugar nor cot
feef" said the iailer, rs old Bigby paused
mary drap, said he mournfully, shak-
ing his grizzled head, zen we lost our
leetle crap besides, But what's sugar en-
coffee ter Jack bein' tuck? Me en- his ma
en- the gals wish we uns never beared tell
o sugar en- coffee. What's sugar en- cof-
fee ter jacks a lynn thar a-perishin'
away, weaker AN a baby cried the old
man in a tremulous voice.
Here the sick mans nerves gave way
under "a food of self pity, and he began
to weep.
"Thar-thar honey" cried his father,
tryh z to soothe him. "don't We cry" lie
thrust his hand into the pocket of his
copperas jeans coat and drew outa gaudy
red and yellow cotton handkerchief
LA! Lat" he calculated, '.ef hain't
clean aforementioned all bout HIT Why,
honey, eff hyar liain't anew henkercher
yer ma sent me. She saved up all o
ole Speck's aigs en- sol EN- Christmas, en-
buyed hit fer We fer a present. on she
been a-keepin hit fer ye ever sence."
But the gautly handkerchief. far from
comforting the prisoner, overwhelmed
him with home sickness.
"Take hit awayl' he sobbcd Take
hit away Oh, ma. Oh, nal III never
see ye agin!
The stalwart mountaincer dashed the
gay handkerchief under the bed, and
kneeling beside his son, Graded him in
his arms as il he were a baby
THAR, now; thar, now. don't We talse
hit SO ter heart. Ven git well en- see her
yit, Pap1l nuss his boy tell he sees her.
DON'T don't, my Jackie, my baby Oh.
my Lordf he moaned in sudden terror
ut his helplessness to comfort The I'M
happy fathers tears mingled with his
sons, and he vainly strore to dry them
in his blue checked handkerchief.
The friendly jailer's eyes Gllsd, aua his
throat swelIed, 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 matter, said he, Come.
come, this WORT dor
''Ile won't hush" said the father. "Ef
his ma was only hyar ter nuss him he'd
do better"
"Well, lie must get well and go to her
Here's something that VIII cure him fast
er than all my medicine, aud the doctor
held up the paper. See, the Judge has
sent von a release" and he read it aloud
NOW, blgoy, you must get well, SO you
can travel.
'.lll never get well in hyar,a said the
prisoner, trying TO stay his sobs "AlI |
crave is leetle sunshine en- fresh an"
well, you shall have it lust as soor