The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1900-07-05

ere it be too late? No; she was help |
less, in the face of this pitiful estrange-
ment; here it must end, their sad little |
crazy romance of the Occur d'Alene. !
His world would be seeking him, would
presently call him back; but the ocean
could not part them farther than they
were parted now. "Good-by, my love,
good-by!" she whispered. But the
warning! For him it was useless; she
must instantly find poor good Mike"
as she called the great fellow in her
thoughts. She was so weak hearted
that she felt like distributing epithets
and words of useless affection, as one
who is taking leave of life.
She met Mike coming up the shore;
and seeing her long way off, he broke
into hilarious trot.
"Arrah, by the Blessin'! an have we
seen him? An wasn't he the pictur' of
peace lynn on the barren stones!"
This was an irrepressible figure OF
speech, for Darcie was very softly bed
ded on the grass, as Mike had left him.
Sure it's the big luck for us that the
boats behind her time! Musha. darln'!
What has hurried ye, to put up your lip
like that?" he cadenced, seeing that the
girls eyes were filling with tears.
"Oh, Mike. he doesn't know mel"
"Av coorse he doesn't, the craythur;
his mind is takin' bit av rest. He's
betther widout any sinse, the way he
was goin' on. An see how happy he
is! He doesn't care for a blessed
ihing!"
NO." said Faith; "he doesn't. But
how came he to be SOP"
Twas along av nasty fall he got
comm around Sunset Pake, which the
thrail is the widt' av your hand. He
wouldn't have me come anigh him for
fear I'd jostle him, he was that nervous.
Wan at onct,' says he, and don't for
Gods sake, blow your breath on mel
He catched holt av juniper whin he
felt the ground was l'avin' him; but the
bloody bush let go be the roots, an he
wint down. All, don't faint away.
miss IT was child's tumble, only
for the jar it gev his arrum; it shtarted
the wound bleedin' on him, an that TUX
his stren't'; and / think it was bad for
him goin' widout hat. Yis, the fool
wind TUX it aft his head, an he but the
wan hand to grab for it, an kape his
grip O the rock; an it's hung up in the
top av a big pine-tree. was for maxim
him wear me own hat, for the sun it
was powerful bad on his head; but he'd
east it in me face wheniver I'd try ia
put it on him-he was that silly. He
was singin' like canary in the boat,
comm down, till put the coat over
him, an that punched him. Was he
quit, miss, when we left him?"
Faith could not speak to answer
him.
Saints above! now what are we cry
in about? D. we think the lad III not
make it? Sure, here we are, an the
boat comm in, an Spokane, the city OF
refuge, will see us in the mornin.' HI
has wore out the candle;' he can 'bid'
the inch!'"
80 Mike, but it's the last inch of thu
candle that will cost" cried Faith; ant
forth from her convulsed lips came tn
: ehild's story, too long delayed, of tn
dark deed that threatened the prisoner
at the Mission that night.
! Mike leaped as if he had been hit by
bullet.
, "Why wasn't this the first word y
: said to me?" he roared. $50 back an
bide beside him whilst / go for the boa
( Please God no wan has helped himse
10 it, an me danderin' here!"
t "Do you believe it?" Faith exclaime'
: in voice of awe.
Lols hor daxrilc in h p11
n I'll pack him out av this, if l have
t, shwim wild him on me back"
l. Darcie was asleep. He rested, aft
q pain, and excitement, and thirst, ar
IS weary journeyings. Faith watched b
:, side him and listened to his muttering
a and held her own breath in pauses
e his inconstant breathing. Sometimes
e painted like a dog that hunts
g Dreams" his features twitched,
L. plucked with his hands; then b
E. troubled spirit would exhale in loI
n sigh, and gradually, in climbing
n tensity, the travail of delirium wou
T. resume its sway. His eyes glittered b
u tween half-parted lids; the yello'
Is green light under the trees, minglir
|
III made his ashen color CHASTITY. Fai
III hung upon his breathing. hurried al
~ fast or deep and slow, as the one su
i, contradiction of his death-like aspect.
~ The strange wind which brought
le rain kept blowing and blowing, as II
~ would blow out all the last red spar
.e of sunlight. Her hopes went out wi
e them. The dull sunset embers began
- glow. She could hear no sounds but
:. wind striving with the trees, or wat
.. heavily Tapping as it coursed along t
a. bank. She wished for utter stillne
sr that she might project, by ear. b
=. knowledge of what was coming, beyo
=, her powers of sight, but nothing cot
- be heard above the crisp, gallant re
- and rustic of the summer gale. All
= ture seemed to call to her to be up a
readyl to fly, fly! But those that
~, neither fight nor fly, must hide, mi
~ hush, as she was hushing her sleeI
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