Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1902-02-07
The Cold Miners Story.

7 AMT a sentimental sorter coon,
l by no manner o means, and what's
more, / never purtended as I were.
incident that I knows of, though,
for downright sentimentahty beats
anythingsI ever heerd tell of. Even
now, though it happened long time
ago-somewhere back about the fall
of 81 can't recollect it without
chokin' lump rises inter me gullet and
me eyes become sorter moist. It's
yarn of what Teller done eos he
thought it was his dooty and eos he
loved a gal.
Yes, I tell yer, there's dramas en-
acted in SIGH lives as ourn which, if
they was performed on the stage,
those pale-faced clever noospaper
knowalls, or crickets, or whatever
they calls 'emselves, would say it was
unnatural, and could never have hap
pened in rale life. But they'd be mis-
took for all that, eos this here yarn
is gospel.
'.I'll tell yer 'Xactly how it come
about. 1t was at Davidson's Creek
as wild and brown and lonesome To-
cality as ever mortal man clapped
eyes on-all level and sandy and mo-
not'nous.
They was wild, harum-scarum lot
of boys collected there, too, I gives
yer my word. Of course, when gold
is located at a place, yer wouldn't ex-
pect very high-class serciety; and Da-
Wilson's Creek were no exception,
unless it were worse than most if
anythink. Nigh every soul there was
wrong 'un.
Wal, Tim Bennett, though-yer
could hardly call him wrong 'un.
He was a short, insignificant, little
shrimp of Teller, with chivvy yer
couldn't help ikin', and the most in
formally bad luck as ever logged a
miner. He had a smile and a kind
word fer everyone, and I honestly
b'lieve he would have given his last
penny to pard who was down on his
luck. We mostly called him the par
son." not that he was eXtry religious,
but COS he was so much better'n the
rest of us, and had never been known
to cuss for more'n half a. minute at
a time.
The fellers at first used ter take
vantage of him, but it wer'n't long
fore he showed us he could use his
fists or his shooter as well as the
best of us.
Then there were Nelly Bell-ol'
Hanky Bells darter. She were good
one, and no mistake. She were al
ways mending or patching fer some
one, or making a fine appetizin' stew
out of some of our tough ''tack" fer
some Teller that was took sick. We
e. Il, Il
have nothing ter do with US. She
was dead gone on the "parson," and
the on'y one that didn't know it was
the 'sparson" hisself.
Wal, to be gettin' along. One day
Denis O'Brien were a-comin' back to
camp after bit of saunter round,
when Nelly comes runnin' up ter him,
{ her oeyes all red and swollen with
eryin'.
Denis she sobbed, Eyer are a
well-pluclled 'un, and I wants yer to
help me. VIII yer?"
Off comes Denis's hat in an instant.
want me hellup, do We, Nelly?
Shure, if We on'y say, OFF with yer
head, 'Denis,' bedad Oil do it jist to
show We that Oh name bis'ness. And
what have ye been cryin' yer purity
eyes out for, and what are We afther
wnntin' me to do?"
''Oh, Denis, it's awful. They've been
and got the sparson' at SHADES saloon
and they're jest a-goin' ter string him
up. Yer know Dan Black. 1t pears
he keeps. all his money in two black
boxes, marked d. b. One of them
boxes has been found empty under q
heap of clothes in the parsons tent
and they're sayin' he's done it. But
it amt him, Denis. III stake all I've
got it amt him. I has my suspicious
as ter who it is: in fac I'm pretty
sure; but, yer see, I can't prove it
9er will help me, Denis, won't yer, oil
pard?'
But what dye ixpict me to do
Nelly?"
do? I've been up ter the salooI
and tried ter git him off,, but it aim
no go. They says the suspicious il
too much age1T him-they wan
proofs, and unless they're brought the
law must take its course. And I car
bring proofs. Yes, Denis, will brins
proofs. So what 1 want yer to d.
is ter stop 'eln fer half an hour. b,
that time I'll bring my proofs. and i
can't-then Heaven helps poor TINT