The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1894-06-08

Il lady when III round.
For Rose Kenyon had given n
startled shrek, and now looked as if
sne was about to fain'-
The next Instant. to the amazement
of all the miners, she was kneeling in
the dust by the side of the wounded
Chinaman-
Jim Wah lay silent under the touch
of her fin gers, as she examined his
wound
Hes not very badly hurt, after all, p"
she said. finally.
Jim Walker stood over her with a
shame faced air and said:
Mo, miss; he amt very bad hurt,
that's sure. I'm ashamed of myself
| ought to have done better. The next
time I'll make sure of killing the moon
eyed galoot."
Rose looked up at him with look of
disgust.
Then she turned to the others and
said:
Gentlemen, will some of you pick
up this wounded man and take him to
bed in the hotel? No. sir, you needn't
offer to help" she cried, as Jim Walker
stepped forward eagerly. You've done
quite enough already"
I'm sorry, honest miss, if I've hurt
your feelings" faltered Jim Walker
and there could be no doubt that he
was sincere
And the Chinaman-are You sorry
for hin?" she demanded, sternly.
mo, miss: nobody out this way is
ever sorry for a Chinaman."
But he has life, sir.
so has Il monkey or a rattlesnaEe"
but Chiuaman's life is human
You're the first, miss, who ever said
so in Bang-Up City. We hain'J been
used to looking at ii that way. All we
know bout 'em is that they're more
low-down than Injuns l beg yer par
don for saying it, miss; but when you've
been here longer you'll think the same
way about it that we do
Never" returtcd Rose, with a shud-
der. IF l thought that ! could ever be
come so hard-hearted by remaining
here | would take the next train cast"
At this declaration the men looked
apprehcnsive. The vision of trim.
pretty, dainty womanhOoi had Just
dawncd in Bang-Up City. Better even
that ChinarnIn should be mayor than
that she should go from them.
boys" proclaimed Walker, from
this day forth no Chinaman is to be
shot at. Do you hear?"
\ chorus of alternatives came from
the crowd. Then came "A gust of
signs 1t was difficult law to live
up to.
I'VE are losing time" cried Rose.
land the poor victim is losing blood.
Take him on to the hotel, If you please,
gentlemen"
From that day on Jim Walker was in
disgrace with the new schoolma'am.
For two weeks she attended the
wounded Chinaman in all her leisure
time At last Jim Wah was discharged
as cured
1t was months before Jim Walker
could get back into the good graces of
Miss KENYON And when she did once
more condeScend to treat him
equal the poor fellow, who was des-
peI-ltcly in love with her. felt that it
would be worse than folly To even
dream of declaring his passion to her.
And all over a cussed Chinaman,
too he would mutter.
One night in winter Rose Kenyon sat
all alone in her room At the hotel 1t
was dark. but she had not lit the lamp,
for she preferred in her then mood To
sit in the dark and think
Suddenly she became aware that the
door had opened, though 1T was done
noiselessly enough. lier eyes being
accustomed To the darkness, she was
able to make out the nondescript figure
of jim Wah. He stole toward the table
on which she had deposited Il satchel
containing her last months salary.
The Chinaman must have figured or
must have known where the little
satchel lay, for he went To it wi thout
hesitation, picked it up and started to
leave the room.
Give that to me at once, Jim Wah,
cried Rose, spriuging to her feet and
seizing the Chinaman resolutely by the
arm.
Jim Wah struggled to get away, but
she only held to him the tighter, and
screamed Tor help.
The noise of footsteps was heard.
Jim Wah uttered a Mongolian curse
and drew a cleaning knife.
Just at this moment the door opened,
and five or SIX men burst into the
room. One of them carried a lamp
a shot rang out. and Jim Wah sank
to the floor. He was dead
The shot had been fired just in time
to save Rose Kenyon's life
1t was jim Walker who had fired the
shot, and it was he who said, tri-
umphantly:
Il told yer, Miss Kenyon, that the
next time / fired at that Chinese galoot
I'd kill him"
But Rose didn't hear him. She had
tainted.
Boys" ordered Jim, carry out that
yellow snalIe"-pointing to the blood
stained body.
The remains of the murderous ce-
lestial were Iugged out with little cere-
mony. The coroner of Rang-Up City
wouldn't take the trouble To hold an
inquest
When Rose came to she was lying on
n sofa in the hotel parlor. The land
lords wife was bending over her, but
Rose saw only Jim Walker. who stood
at the foot of the sofa
Reckoning him to bend over her. she
whispered:
My preserver!'
Dent say another word about it,
Rose"
But won't you ever let me thank
you, Jim?'
James Walker, Esq. and Rose Ken
yon were married in the spring N Y.
Morning Journal
onethinG About Tausy-
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now, the kitchen garden had its tansy
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