The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-07-28

The old man sank down on a chair pros
trate by the fever of his excitement. He
sat staring in front of him If afraid
that some dreaded apparition would rise
from the earth at his feet, while his long,
bony fingers trembled. and his limbs shook
as in palsy. Ruth went to him, and knelt
down by his side and strolSed his thin
hands ana laid her soft cheek against his.
"Thar's no harm done, grand-dad," she
whispered Jack will take the things
away, If yeY don't wish them to be hyar"
Rassett insisted that this should be done
and done at once. With haggard face he
demanded that every speck of the dread
ed ore should be taken not only out of his
house but far away, and there flung TO
the winds so that the curse which he
proclaimed attached TO 1t should not fall
upon him or his.
Co an do as l ask yew,' he said to
Jack. and the young lover was only too
glad to humor the grandfather of her
whom he loved. Jack and Godfrey rode
out into the starry night whilst old Ras-
sett sat on the roof OF the building and
watched them as they sped into the haze
of the autumn night.
I'm tell yew all about It when yew cum
back" ne said, but take it away! Take
it away!'
About an hour afterwards the young
men returned. Ruth in the meantime had
| prepared a great jar fun of cooling drink
|
ingredient.
Now lis'en TO me boys" said the old
man, when they were all seated round the
big table, AN III tell yew all about the
| Canchito mine That mine is older'n l
| am, an oldern my father or my gram
! father might be IL they wos alive Thar's
! timbers an beams down thar with names
an dates cut on EN- with knives, an
! some O. the dates go a hunder and fifty
! 10 Cpo rJe
worked it when they fust cum hyar, an
| the greasers worked 1t after 'em, but il
/ allus wos an uncanny mine. 1t wos ricn
enough, but somehow or other the greas-
ers wos afeard TO work 1t, an it wos lynn
! idle fur years. It's now twenty odd year
sin ! fust cum to it. Tar wos lot of US
| at Santa Fe, an we heard about the
/ Canchito mine; an an old greascr called
| Larione owned il an wanted to sell it.
an nobody would buy 1t from him for
red cent. cause they said spirits, an
imps, an sprites haunted the place 1t
wos at the time O. the monthly trade
an thar wos a crowd of US that didn't
kear smashed corn shuck fur no sprites,
| an no imps, an no Silver Kings, an no
nuthin's. An one day we got together an
| we talked the bizness out, an we made
up our minds to go down an buy it, an
| work IT, Thar wos twenty-siX of US, an
| we put our dollars together, an our horses
an mules together. an we started, an we
| cum hyar, an found old Larione an we
| bought it fur a song. An when we had
| bought it an paid him, the OLD man
| laughed, an wished US luck to our bar
gain Il hope that yew'n prosper by it
better'n lie done" he said. I cum hyar
with a wife, an three pretty boys, an a
| hensum gal, an I'm alone in the world
now. My wife's dead. an my boy is dead.
an my hensum gals dead The Silver
King o the Canchito is a nasty one, an
| a revengeful one. Yewve got to humor
| him as II he wos woman. It's all hun
| key dorey If yew don't sass him Silver
| plentiful IL he takes a likin' TO yew, but
| God have mercy on yew il view do any
thin as he thinks wrong Hen have no
! quarrellin, an no hghtin, an no spilin'
OF blood. Hes gone beaver on that
Pom that we laughed. an the old man
! went his way an we heard no more OF
him. An as we counted the crowd. thar
wos jest tWenty-siX Of us-t thirteen Mex.
leans an thirteen wot spoke English
| yewr Uncle Harry among 'em. II looked
IKE unlucky numbers. an / said 10 myself,