The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-07-22

thet mines his he lays here TILL ne rots
fur all the good Tonic Bill II be to
him ag'in. / don't shoot no man IN
make up weth him onless there's pros
pect of his comm to reason. Eff pard
seq the mines mine I'm willin' to stick
weth him till the crack o doom, an
we'll work it together. There amt no
use in a mans bein' unreasonable.
What say, pard?"
Il think We hold an ace full, Tonic.
| amt no man to dispute the rights of
my ole pardner."
'Why don't you sell out your inter-
est?" / suggested. That will be more
like business"
Sell my interest! l be burned! How
much'll you give, Tonto?"
dollar an a drink of whisky"
chuckled Tonic, out of his beard.
"Whar's the whisky?"
Plenty at Honest Orga4's. Here's
the dollar
Coin, goin'. gone! Sold to Tonic
Bill fur a dollar. an a drink of whisky
all my interest in the Lost Pine mine
me, Ephraim Carter, known to most
people ez Prospect Pete-so help me
Bob. Now air you satisfied, Tonto?"
"Ez fur ez it goes" answered Tonic,
sitting cross-legged and drawing from
his pocket a dirty yellow envelope, but
l think we'll put the deal in w~ritin'."
and wrote painfully with a stub of a
pencil:
Il eferam carter this day sell & make
over to William Johnson all my stock &
| profits in The lost pine Mine, fur a dol,
lar & a drink of whisky"
make yer mark, Pete" said Tonic,
passing over the paper. Ephraim Car
ter took the pencil in his left hand and
made a cross under the writing.
What do it say. doc?" he asked. I
read the writing.
snow, medico, We kin spread yer fist
on tibet document by way of witness
in the proceedin'.' Tonic gave lne the
envelope, and l wrote my lame Then
he folded it carefully and placed it in
the inside pocket of his shirt. Lean.
ing over he grasped Pete by the left
hand.
Shake, Pete. Now We kin bet on
Tonic Bill fur yer pard fur better er
worse, fire an birthstone an blood, fur
ever. Yell work tibet mine weth me
half an half, even up, an 10Y she's
mine they can't be no more disputes"
Prospect Pete gurgled softly, bending
over the proffered hand. what a
queer way to treat a pard." he MUIR
INJURED in a thin voice. II said it was
dirt cheap, but a mine amt nothin'
but dirt nohow till it's worked. An
now we give me half! Bill, We war al
ways a brother to me. in spite of my
rantankerous ways. I'll never dispute
we ag'in. Never. So help mel"
His bearded pard helped him to his
feet and assisted him tenderly to the
back of the pony. DO you feel ftp" he
asked.
Fit enough" answered Pete.
The purple twilight deepened into
night as we crept slowly along the trail
leading to the camp in the foothills.
The wounded arm forbade a gait faster
than a walk. The partners of the Lost
Pine mine were absorbed in their own
meditations. No sound except the far
off wall of coyotes and the shuttle of the
AilhAh AAoo1S OA VIM b2oAA blohS liz
stiffness until the sentinel challenged
us at the camp, and there, ~dismounting
my patient at the hospital tent, l placed
the arm or the road TO recovery.
Until to-day, since the twain logged
out of the camp side by side the morn
ing following u strange meeting,
have not thought of the Lost Pine
mine" Now it all comes back, and
write it as l remember it. The partners
never crossed my path again. | wit
messed the transfer of a drink of whisky
which | can never take oath was trans
ferred. If Honest Organ says it wasn't
l shall know it was.
For the sake of the "pards' and those
early beginnings shall write to my
agent:
"Buy."-Alva H. Sydenham, in n. Y.
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