The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1899-06-24

ceived a telegram announcing the dan
gerous illness of his wife, and was eager
10 leave Seattle by the next train.
The mate happened to be the first
man he met, and the latter soon came
to terms with him, and hurried Oh board
to secure his quarters. He kept him
self out of sight as much as possible.
but when the lines were cast of the
following day and the City of Seattle
steamed out of the harbor he drew a
long breath of relief, and said, half
aloud:
Were off at last, and I'm safe now"
He found that his ticket entitled him
to stateroom, and that the trip from
Seattle to Dyea usually occupied about
five days. All his fellow passengers
were wild with Impotence to reach the
land of gold, and now that he felt safe
from pursuit he eagerly listened to the
stories of wonderful wealth found by
lucky miners, for each one made it
more probable that the papers he had
secreted about him were genuine evil
dence, a fact which at times he was in
clined to doubt.
He had paid the returning miner $500
for his ticket and outfit, the latter in
Guiding three horses and good supply
CT provisions, while the former includ-
ed their transportation to Dyea free of
cost. He must, however, land them
himself, the company declining all re-
sponsibility for this part of the work.
A short stop was made at Juneau, and
two days later he found himself on the
beach at Dyea with his belongings and
feeling utterly at a loss how to proceed.
How to handle this formidable outfit
was a puzzle. On board vessel he was
at home, but horse was an animal of
which he knew very little and here
were three of them besides the heap
of miscellaneous articles piled on the
rocky single.
1t was plain that they must be moved
before the tide came in, and with a
sailors knowledge of knots he, soon
dashed the burdens on the backs of the
raw-boned animals and succeeded in
getting them to the town safely.
4 small tent was among his newly
acquired possessions and he proceeded
to pitch it as best he could, piling his
goods outside. He set up his little
sheet-iron stove and was going for wa
ter when he passed close to one of his
animals, who launched out viciously at
him with his hoof, sending him to the
ground several yards away with a
broken rib and his left arm badly
bruised.
whats the trouble?" said rough
voice from the next camp as burly,
bearded man strolled leisurely to the
spot. Hurt We much, pard?"
a string.of oaths burst from Rider as
he. scrambled to his feet.
Something's cracked, inside" he
growled. land my arms hurt. On
the horse, anyway"
Better let my mate see if anything's
wrong. He's master hand with any
thing O. that kind. Here, Scott!" he
added, raising his voice.
Obed Rider started at the name, but
he turned, fairly white with amazement
as tall. broad-shouldered man in the
prime of life issued from the tent and
came toward him, saying:
"What is it, Jack?"
Before the other could reply both
Rider and the newcomer uttered ex'
CARNATIONS of establishment.
"Obed Rider!''
capt. Scott!"
The mate looked a bout him in help.
less way as if seeking some avenue of
escape. but the other held out his hand
cordially, saying:
"Of all men, to see you here!" Then
he added:
"But you are hurt. Can l do any
thing for you? Let me have little
look. We can talk afterward."
The injury was soon located, and aft.
er predicting that a few days would
set the matter right, Capt. Scott said:
What on earth brought you here
Have you been home lately? Did you
see my boy?"
The mate had done considerable
thinking during the past few minutes
After the first surprise was over he had
rapidly determined upon his course
and he now shook his head, replying:
I'm afraid I can't give you much
good news from home, cap'n."
His eyes fell as he spoke, but the
other was too eager to notice.
What do you mean, Rider?"
The voice was hoarse now with SUP.
pressed eagerness. "My boy! Tell me!
Is he-why don't you speak? My
brother, too! D. it, man speak out!
Has anything happened to them? They
might both be dead by the way you
act!"
S"They are" murmured Rider, still
with his eyes cast down.
Without a word the captain turned
on his heel and disappeared. It was
half an hour before he returned, and
there was such change in his rugged
features that even the mate felt COM
passion for him. But he had, no alter.
native. Anything to prevent Toms
father from learning the truth. He
had told his story, and now he must be
prepared with the details. Fortunate.
ly the absence of his latest victim had
given him time to rapidly sketch out a
line of procedure which he hoped
would. be safe.
ITO BE Continued
Medieval French Beggars.