The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-11-06

Sarcasm that was whitening Kissed
in it's heat between the teeth of Pau
Mitchell
He was known to be a dangerous
man, albeit of good family and edu-
cation. 1t would have been expected
that he would STAY any man that came
between him and his pride, but ne
turned and went away.
II give you to each other. You'h
punish yourself enough" And he was
gone.
Irene Raglan was poor girl, work
ing in a candy shop, when Mitchell
met and loved her. They were mar
r1ed and their home was lovely nook.
Mitchell was kindness, consideration,
affection personified to the pretty
girl. and his sisters were jolly and
sweet with her.
But Irene was vain, frivolous, cheap
Love never sees such things until 1T
is too late. A former admirer-Tom
Pointer, of her own class, won her
away from duty-loyality. Paul Mitch
ell happened on the scene between
them-a love scene-and he went
away, dashed out upon the sea of
ruined life, tossed about upon the
wreck of his happiness.
Then he made a raft of his broken
heart.
In every camp, from Cheyenne to
Fraser river, 80 years ago, Bill Brand
eth was known. He was not bad
man." On the contrary. an exceed
ingly jolly one. But was eminently
capable of taking care of himself, un-
der even the most pressing circum-
stances.
Bill was unusually fond of draw
poker. He also played the fiddle. The
fiddle was pastime. Poker was bust
ness. and Bills well-known dislike of
any trickery in the pursuit made it
a serious matter for anyone engaged
with him at it to indulge in any con
nubiatin," as he was pleased to term
the extraneously helpful process.
One day Bill Brandeth disappeared
from Conconnully, and the places that
had known him knew him no more
forever.
On the shores of Lake Chelan there
was picturesque cabin, surrounded
by evidences of small-farming pros
perity. Inside, evidences of culture
books. pictures and other literary and
artistic adjuncts. A hale old man
with a great shock of white hair and a
long, silver beard, cor fortably dressed
in the part garb of ranchman and
miner, met us in a breezy, good-hum-
ored and broad-mannered way, extend
ing to us the inequalities of his home.
If you can put up with my shack
and our style he said.
l looked around and wondered where
'our'' came in. l learned later on.
The guide had told us before we
reached the ranch, of this semi-hermit,
whose nearest neighbor lived 20 miles
away.
He's old Bill Brandeth," the guide
had said, "but he swars at Bills dead
An it won't do to doubt him on that
pint, nuther," he sententiously added.
You can stay all summer, and all
winter, too, as to the matter of that,
if you can put up with our style, and
] reckon you cam" the old man con-
tinued. "A mile or two from here you
can shoot elk. the lakes full of fish,
and you can hunt bear. If you are so
minded, and find 'en, too. ] don't ever
do that, because 1 haven't lost any
bear"
He took US about his little ranch,
and it was one of the most picturesque
spots imaginable. Southeast lay the
clear, blue and dimpling waters of the
lake. To the northwest were visible
snow-capped peaks of the Cascades.
Immediately about us were undulating
prairies, northward stood facade OF
the mighty primeval forest.
There were about twenty acres in the
ranch, and he could have had a thous-
l..f with r1rfdo the old
man showed us what he raised in grain,
fruit and vegetables, wheat, oats, po-
tatoes, cabbages, beets, melons, APP
pies, plums, apricots, and all such
stuff, in astonishing perfection and
prolificness. His livestock and poul-
try were fat and healthy, and evident
ly as happy as he, and he took delight
in showing all this to us. Near TO the
cabin, at its left front lay the object
that proved to be the most interesting
thing associated with this strange old
man, who on all other subjects seemed
to be- not only perfectly sane, but pos
sessed of more than ordinary intel
ligence.
The object was to all appearance a
grave 1t was a mound of that shape,
walled about its base with carefully
selected stones and minerals, quartz,
onyx, pyrite. galena and silver ores,
A great and bloom-bent rosebush stood
at the foot, while over the headboard
clambered a luxuriant ivy vine. In
side the walling was a strip of grass
all the way around, and inside of that,
covering the top of the grave, grew
a mass of many colored and aston
ishing pansies. Upon the headboard,
which was a thick cedar slab, that had
been carefully made and polished on
the front surface, these words were
carved:
Sacred to the Memory of
WILLIAM BRANDETH
Dieter Known as Bid