The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1903-11-20
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corn lose fortune, hope. manhood. III
nad seen men, single minded as him
SELF IN making stake and returnini
to make home for some waiting one
die OF exposure and overwork in theil
zeal 10 accomplish their end. While
he. al hough his stake was too modes
TO be called strike. was now able Z
go home and claim his reward.
Again the breath of honeysuclxles
seemed to blow strong upon him as ht
read, at the end Of the twenty-seventt
page:
And | shall meet you where we parted
at the turn OF the lane, where YOU shall
give your whistle as you did when we
were children. and | VIII answer back
| we Will go home together, you and l.
under the willows along The stream, and
| II II should be twilight when you come
IL will not matter II for once we loiter
little on the way
The zap OF Yank was now too far
below TO reach him. but Yank was do
Ing his best to make himself heard,
and the smoking and talking in the
camp had taken on a new energy. An
excited posse had ridden over from
Rattlesnake Bar and stopped in front
OF the Round Tent saloon.
The tracks were the freshest along
the creek the spokesman Of the posse
was saying as he dismounted. and II
he didn't come through this camp he d
a had to 60 all the way round by
Jimtown," cycling the group OF idlers
as II they might all have charge Of
which TO clear themselves
And it was turrible bungling job,
anyways clipped in Pike. thereby
generating himself from suspicion. for
he had a reputation for adeptness in
that line.
Unless he done 1t that way a pur-
pose to- throw 'em Off" suggested a
bystander with more meaning in his
tone than was wholesome for Pike.
The spokesman OF the posse noticed
this insinuation, and Pike, under his
beard, went white about the gills.
III it's tenderfoot you're lookin'
for this camp amt a likely place to find
one." Pike said. pridefuly. We've
only got the Kid. but wouldn't say Q
word agin him.
We tracked the man good way
from the cabin" the speaker contin-
ued; I'VE know the size of his boot and
that he toes in" keeping an eye ON
Pike, and it's pretty safe guess he
came from this direction
Pixies mention Of the Kid had
seemed SO preposterous no one had
taken 1t up, but when toeing in had
been suggested, several of the miners
exchanged glances, for the Kids
pigeon-toed gait had been one of their
Oldest gibes.
Where's this here KIDD" demanded
one OF the Rattlesnake men.
He lit out when he heard you COM
in and struck into the woods Pike
FASTENED to say. And nobody remem-
bered he had gone half an hour before
the posse arrived.
oh, now don't you 90 to sayin' the
Kid would do thing like that" Pike
generously. You see he
has just struck a little pocket. least
ways, he says he's struck a pocket"
with grin, and he's hustlin' lickety-
split TO get the next steamer. Lord.
| wouldn't never suspect the Kid OF
such a thing" added Pike, nice, kind
Mr.. Pike. driving the first nail secure
ly into the Kids coffin.
who is this fellow" the Rattle
snake men then asked. And the infor-
nation was pieced together that no
body knew much about him: that he
kept good deal to himself. and had |
been seen 10 strike out into the woods
On the day Of the murder; that he |
worked his own claim, and didn't have |
! ''pardner; that lately he had seemed |
10 have more money than usual; that |
he had told several Of the boys he was
about to pull up stakes. Yes, on the
whole, now you come to look at il that
way, rather suspicious character!
And Jamison, the while, saw Moth
ng but the tall white hollyhocks, the
moonlight filtering through the rose
hatch OH the soft hair of the girl
whose clear deep eyes answered his
steadily, thought for thought A mer-
,iful purple mist arose in the ravinc
below, wrapping the colony of tents
n q temporary oblivion. and shutting
him in with his lost paradise. A baby
,rosbeak fluted a drowsy cali above
lis head. and from under the log ON
which he sat sly little woodrat SAL
led forth for nocturnal raid. The
rimson glow in the west was spent,
md stealthy twilight cleaned over
he treetops Jamison strained his
yes to read the last few lines ON the
hirtieth page:
This Is the last letter l will have to
write you, and the gladncss Of our meet
ng makes these long years OF waiting
almost worth while, for every thought
las been with you. every hope has been
or you. and every day has seemed an
ternity until ] shall see you. But now
hat the suspense is almost over. can
'e patient. and our meeting, when IL
Iocs come. will be the swectcr for its
ong postponcmcnt.
Never before had she made such Q
ull confession TO him. Her staid New
England tongue had never known how
0 frame impassioned words. lie
losed his eyes to shut away the in
rusive objects about him. and tried