The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1898-12-09

On, yes. grOaned Oarcle: II shall
sleep tonight
| And Faith, on her knees at her bed
side. was whispering. brokenly: Lover
and friend hast thou put far from me
and mine acquaintance into darkness
/. thou hast made me an abomina-
ton unto them!"
| TX.
THE SPARE BEDROOM AT THE DOC
| TORS.
The doctors house was one of the
earliest dwellings erected at the mine.
It had been occupied at different times
by various officials of the Big Horn, in
Guiding the manager himself, before his
! own $4,000 colonial residence was built;
as mining-camp tenements go, it was
considered snug little box for a sim
gle man.
In front were the doctors office and
dispensary. both opening upon a gall
lery, the long posts of which found
footing part way down the gulch.
There was barely room at the back
of the house for a team to pass over
a platform of heavy planking that
OAAoSCa tAC SAd1OW CudSu1 OCtWSSu Tie
kitchen door and the door of fire
proof cellar tunneled into the hill.
1t was to this rear entrance, facing
the cellar, that Wan conducted Darcie
On the evening of the 10th, the front,
or office, door being locked, and the
rooms within empty and dark. The
house was shutterless, but Wan did not
omit the precaution of drawing down
the green linen shades before lighting
lamp.
Darcie, listlessly accepting the doc
tors view of the situation, together
with any solution OF it that might have
occurred to his friendly ingenuity,
asked no questions of his guide; he
cared as little what was to become of
him as, at that moment, he cared for
his life; and after the customary ac-
acknowledgement of his service, Wan said
good night, and left him alone in the
doctors kitchen.
The cat rose up from her bed, and
patted softly across the floor to inquire
concerning strangers presence, hump
ing her sleepy back and purring inter-
negatively. Darcie stroked her with his
left hand, but declined her next con-
filling proposition, to leap upon bis
knees. She continued to lavish feline
Establishments upon him, undiscour-
aged by his Indifference, passing and
repassing his chair to rub her sides
against his leg, clutching the floor with
one spread paw and then the other,
and breaking out into loud purring at
a casual look, or a touch of his hand.
After time she gave him up as an
instrument of creature comfort, and
went back to her carpet behind the
stove.
The wind, sweeping down the gulch,
brought with it the deep diapason of
the forest, mingled with the fitful blare
of stove-pipe funnel, which dis
coursed dismally from the roof. Long,
taut iron wires braced the kitchen
stove-pipe, and these also had a voice
the jar and tremor of rude harpstrings,
when the pent gusts smote them.
Darcie had sunk into dream so
deep that he did not hear at first, and
then started on hearing, the cautious
step of a heavy man endeavoring to
tread lightly on the sounding platform
outside, and the touch of cropping
hand on the door.
''Is this" he queried with himself,
"the friend who is to show me to nv
nights lodging? He does not come like
one who is sure of his welcome" Then
his face broke into smile at the sound
of Mikes we1l-known whistle, trifle
more guarded than usual, with rising
note of inquiry, as if to ask: 'Are you
there, Darcie dear?"
Mike detected no change in the man
ner of his partner, nor, at first, in his
countenance, more than his hurt and
subsequently confinement might have
accounted for, and they began to chaff
and berate each other in the language
in which men, surprised into strong
feeling, seek to conceal the same.
'Was We expectin' me?" asked Mike.
sinking his voice into the depths of his
richest brogue. "Did the docther tell
We where was hid? I'll be bound We
niver axed him; for why wouldn't he
tell ye, unless the little. CURL was by? I
bet she was in it the heft o. the time,
and ye niver gev me thought. But we
betther be h'istin' out av this. Sure,
I'm livin' like Robson Crusho in a cave
O. me own as handy as pocket in