Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1898-09-08

but one love-the love of gold.
And the stake! it was not so much
after all. If he only had Toms share,
too! The thought startled him, and
he looked furtively about as though
already under surveillance. Well,
why not? The old man cared nothing
for gold-he had said as much. Why
not begin the task of wealth-gather-
ing tonight, and double his fortune by
a single coup? The skiff was all ready
for the morrow's journey down the
river. He could easily reach North
Fork by daylight, and miles of dis
tance would lie between him and Tom
before the latter could make the trip
across the almost impossible mountain
trail. He weakened for moment as
he thought of Toms almost motherly
solicitude-of how throughout their
wanderings the big-hearted miner had
borne the brunt of the struggle. Even
when the treasure was discovered the
old mans first words were: 'T'm glad
for your sake, Billy" Then he asked
himself if he, too, was growing senti-
mental, and tonight, of all nights, on
the very eve of battle.
He walked back to the house. Tom
was fast asleep. The Pickering light
of the lantern fell aslant the corner
where he lay, his powerful form half
swathed in the tattered blankets, his
brawny arms thrown above his head.
The face, from which sleep seemed to
have smoothed away the deep furrows,
mirrored the rugged honesty of his
heart. But the touching picture meant
nothing to Billy, who watched the
sleeper for an instant, and then pro-
ceeded to put his cowardly scheme
into effect. 1t was but the work of
few minutes to gather together the
things necessary for the short journey
down the river, and to secure the
treasure for safe transportation. There
was look of cunning triumph on his
face as he completed his preparations.
He was thinking of the surprise await
ing Tom, who had been ''fool enough
to believe in human friendship"
He made cautious step toward the
door of the shack, when slight noise,
real OF fancied, caused him to glance
back over his shoulder. The next in
stant the bag of gold crashed to the
floor, while Billy sank on his knees as
though felled by blow. Tom was
sitting bolt upright in bed, his revolver
leveled at Billy's heart
The two gazed at each other in
utter silence. Billy's eyes, fixed with
the penetration born of despair,
scanned the old mans face, and
read there reproach and pity, rather
than thirst for swift revenge. This
somewhat reassured him, and he rose
to his feet.
"Well," he said, bluntly, "what do
you intend to do?"
$50" said Tom, with long breath,
II wuz mistook in you, after all. To
think that give you my friendship
an you want worth it. What be L
going to do? What do men usu'lly do
when pardner turns thief?"
"'You wouldn't shoot me, Tom?''
''Why not? Mems been killed fer
less an this an the world wuz we'll
red of 'em."
Then it did mean death.
AS Billy realized this his face turned
ashen pale, while palsying terror
struck through him, rending his
bravado mask and revealing him as
the pitiable bastard he was. He
covered before the old man, pleading
hysterically.
ooh, spare me, spare me, Tom. You
said you cared nothing for gold, while
II was mad with love of it. 1t is
my god my heaven-my everything.
But take it, take it all-only give me
my life -Tom-I-I--can't tide
''Git up" commanded the other,
coldly, "don't make me despise you
worsen l do. What would you do if
you wuz in my place? Shoot, wouldn't
you? You'd kill me now if you had
the chance"
''But think, Tom, what life means
to me; I'm young and"
'Think what friendship meant to
me, Billy. I'm DID,
In the momentary silence that
followed, the pines and the river
could be heard singing their old, old
song, unheeding of the strife of NOR
tails for scrap of the treasure they
guarded. Tom heard the song, and
his bitterness seemed to go out with
the weird melody. The hand that held
the weapon dropped listlessly to his
side.
''Ill SPAR yer life, The said hoarsely;
"you kin CO..
Billy stood a moment as though he
had not heard
eyer free. Cor said Tom.
The boy glanced from the old man
to the bag Of gold, and then turned
slowly toward the doorway.
"You better take yer pile now,"
said Tom, quietly, ''as 1 reckon you
won't be comm back
"Do you mean it?" gasped Billy.
Certainly; half's yourn, amt it?
There's only one thief in this camp,
it amt me-"
Tom proceeded to open the bag, and
roughly divided the contents.
"You can take the boat, that goes