The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1892-12-01
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was notable thing. The man had been
found dead at his evening meal; the girl
had died on the same day, and they were
buried side by side. This caused much
scandal, for the man was holy, and the
girl, as many women said, was probably
evil altogether. At the graves, when
the minister's people saw what was be-
ing done, they piously protested, but
the Factor answered them gravely that
the matter should go on since none
knew but the woman was as worthy Of
heaven as the man. Vending CHANGED
to stand beside pretty Pierre.
"Who knowsl" he said aloud, looking
hard at the graves, "who knowsl She
died before him, but the dead can
strike"
Pierre did not answer Immediately,
for the Factor was calling the earth
down on both collins, but after mo-
ment he added, eyes, the dead can
strike And then the eyes of the two
men caught and staid, and they knew
that they had things to say to each other
in the world.
They became friends. And that per-
haps was not greatly to Weddings
credit, for in the eyes of many Pierre
was an outcast as an outlaw. Maybe
some of the women disliked this friend
ship most, since Vending was hand
some man, and Pierre was never known
to seek them, good or bad, and they
blamed him for the others GOODNESS, for
his unconcerned yet respectful eye.
There's Nelly Nolan would dance
after him to the worlds end" said Shon
McGann to Pierre one day, "and the
Wildly Jerome herself, wild her flamin
cheeks and the wild fun in her eye,
croons like babe at the breast as he
slides out his cash on the bar, and over
on Gansonby's fiat there's
"There's many fool" sharply inter-
jected Pierre as he pushed the needle
through button he was sewing on.
"Bedad, there's pair of fools here
anyway, say |, for the women might
die without lift at waist or brush of lip
and neither of ye'd say, Here's to the
joy of us, goddess, me ownp"
Pierre seemed to be intently watching
the needle point as it pierced up the
button eye, and his reply was given with
a slowness corresponding to the sedate
passage Of the needle. "Wendling, You
think, cares nothing for women? Well,
men who are like that cared once fol
one woman, and when that was over
But, pshawi ! will not talk. YOU
are no thinker, Shon McGann. Yor
blunder through the world. And you'll
tremble as much to woman's thumt
in fifty years as now"
"By the holy SMOKE" said Shon
Though tremble at that, maybe I'll no
tremble as Vending at nothing at all. ,
Here Pierre looked up sharply, thel
dropped his eyes on his work again
Shon lapsed suddenly into a moodiness
EYES," said Pierre, "as Vending a
nothing at all? Well?"
"Well, this, Pierre, for you that's
thinker, from me that's none. l wa
walkin with him in the Red glen yeste,
day. Suddenly he took to shiverin an
snatched me by the arm, and a ma
look shot out of his handsome face
'Hushp says he. listened. There wa
q sound like the hard rattle of a cree
over stones, and then another sound bt
hind that. Come, quick says he, tn
sweat standin thick on him, and he "a
me up the bank-for it was at the begir
min Of the glen, where the sides were lo'
J and there we stood pantin an starr
| fat at each other.
"'Whats that, and what's got i
hand on We, for y'are cold as death q
pinched in the face, an you've bruise
my armP said l. And he looked arour
him slow and breathed hard, then DIRE
his fingers through the sweat on h
cheek. I'm not well, and l thought
heard-you heard it; what was it lik,
50 said he, and he peered close at IN
Like water said 1; "a little creek nea
|. and a food comm far off, yes, ju
= that said he; it's some trick Of vii
in the glen, but it makes man FOOLS
and an inch Of brandy would be t
j, right thing. I didn't say no to tn;
II And on we came, and brandy we h
with wish In the eye Of Nelly Mol
that'd warm the heart of tomb. A.
there's cud for your chewin, Pierre.
During this Pierre had finished wi
the button. He had drawn on his CT
and lifted his hat, and now lounge
\, trying the point of the needle with
foreffnger. When Shon ended he s;
with eidelong glance, "But what
you think of all that, Shon?'
"Thinki There it was! What's
|. use of thinkin? There's many trick
- the world with wind or with spirit,
I've seen often enough in ould Irelal
Nd and it's not to be guessed by me-" II
We his voice got little lower and tr
n. solemn. "For, Pierre" spoke he, "thel
what's moro than life or death, and SO
wan can tell what it is, but we'll KIN
m some day when
III "When wo've taken the leap at
almighty ditch" said Pierre, will
grave kind of lightness. "Yes, 1t is
to strange. But even the almighty di
eh is worth the doing-nearly everyth
on is worth tho doing; being young, gr'
''S ing old, fighting, loving 20
is on-hating, eating, drinking, work.
playing big games-all are worth it
- cept two things"
"And what are they, bedad2"