The San Francisco call., 1906-05-27

! the lie that ended there, he gave to the
| impressive words majesty and mean
| ing which could not fail to penetrate
the most callous heart. He made the
psalm s,und like an anthem es he read
| 1t, and the wonderful Corinthian chapter
became a score of sermons rolled into
ono. Only the committee looked the dis
satisfaction which they felt.
Amt he goin to say nothin - asked
Jim in a whisper, nudsing Bill
Keep still, whispered Bill, nudging
back "Give him time He amt got
through. He's probbly waitin till he gets
us up on the hill
every description. hacks buggies, buck
boarde. The various orders and societies
were afoot. Gradually it wound its way
around Jackson's Corner. down Main
street. up to Cemetery Hill
From his place in the lndertaker's car
riage. before the hearse. Vaughan
watched it move its slow length along.
Great, amt it?" muttered the under
taker. Amt been such a buryin' here
since went inter business. Gee. it's
hot!" He mopped his face, perspiring
freely by reason of recent effort and
present agitation.
On they came: Masons, Knights, Odd
Fellows, Hooks and Knicks, miners and
/, their families. cowboys. women of the
unQefWCflQ, SdInOleIS, SldTpS-
"Three-four hundred. betcher dollari'
estimated the undertaken
They reached the cemetery. Around
them lay the open sagebrush country.
Near at hand clustered the monuments
to the dead. Before the grave the under
taker paused and alighted. Vaughan fol-
lowed. The motley company grouped
themselves in reverent silence, rank upon
rank, on the other side of the narrow
opening.
Beyond them and below could be seen
the cash of the canyon, the ends and tops
Of houses here the hoisting works. there
the stacks of furnaces, their red fires
cleaning, even insthe intense Nevada
sunlight; further on. a trail of flame
showing where the waste, went over the
dump, and in the background sagebrush
came to the verge Of the great, overarch-
| ing, azure sky.
Man that is born of woman" began
me Observation-Disclosures and plumed hats
and sombreros were doffed. heads were
bowed-''hath but short time to live.
heard a voice And Sc
on through the Lords prayer and through
the Benediction.
Still no one moved. There was an en-
barrassin8 pause. then the committee ex-
tricated themselves from the throns, and
hastily made their way to the spot
where the parson stood.
why don't you shoot OF yer mouth -
demanded Bill in a low whisper. "The
boys expect you to. give EN- hell. They
won't 80 home without it."
Give en- hell that's it," echoed Jim
Give EN- hell?" replied Vaughan be-
wildered: what do you mean?"
| Mean? Why, give EN- some chin
| music, hot on both sides and sulphur be-
tween Give 'em he'll. And be damn
quick about 1t. The crowds gettin' ner-
vous." The committee edged back to
| their places.
So that was what they wanted-judg
ment, not eulogy, not temporizing. not
evasion something Direct, peremptory
| something that scarifed and made clean
They wanted fire, they wanted hell. ve1s
we'll, they should have 1t.
| He let his eyes wander over the crowd
| to the man on the farthest edge. who
proved to be Martin Young. watching
| him with a cynical smile. Then he
! stretched out his hands as II. he would
clasp and hold them and began:
My friends Charley Davenport ID
dead. He Is, as you say, out Of the