The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1907-08-13

1T wa. well done,' he said; and |
fclt proud.
4 confess was thankful TO be 80 well
out Of 1t, for Grnemc got Of with bone
IN bis wrist broken aud with couple
Of ribs cracked; but had II not been Tor
the open barrel Of whisky which kept
them occupied for long time, offering
too good chance 10 bc lost, aud for the
timely arrival Of Nelson, neither Of us
would have ever seen the light again.
We found Craig sound asleep upon
his couch. His consternation on waking
to see Us torn, bruised and bloody was
lanpbnble; but he FASTENED TO find us
warm water and bandages, and we soon
felt comfortable
Baptiste was radiant with pride and
light over the fight and lowered about
Gracnc and me, giving vent to his feel
ihas In admiring French and English
eSpletiycs But Abe, was disgusted be.
cause OF bis failure al Slayn's; for when
Nelcon looked in he saw Slavins French.
Canadian wife In charge, with her baby
on her lap, and he came back to Shaw
and said. Come away; We can't touch
this" aud Shaw after lookin In agreed
that nothing could be done. A baby
held the fort.
As Craig listened to the account Of the
light he tried hard not to approve, but
he could not keep the gleam out Of bis
eyeni aud as pictured Graeme dashing
back the crowd thronging the barricade
VII he was brought down by the hair,
craig laughed gently and put his hand
on Graemc's knee And ~ | went on
TO describe my agony while Idaho's fin
ecrs were gradually nearing the knife.
his face grew pale and his eyes grew
wide with horror.
"Baptistc, here, did tho business" |
said. and the little Frenchman nodded
complaeently AMI said
"Dat's me for sure"
by the way, how's your footf' asked
Gracms.
Hes fuss rate, OATS what you call
one bite of--of--dat lecl bees. He's
derc, You put your finer here, he's not
dere- what you call himf"
"Flca1" | suggested.
Out" cried Baptiste. "Dat's one
bite Of flea"
Il was thankful was under the bar.
rels," | replied smiling
"Oui! OATS max me YER mad. I
jump an swear mos awful bad. OATS
pardon me, Msieur Craig heh,"
But Craig only smiled at him rather
sadly.
1T was awlully risky" he said to
Graeme, and it was hardly worth it.
They'll get more whiskey, and anyway
the league Is gone"
We'll" said Giaeme with sigh OF
satisfaction, 1T Is not quite such one.
sided affair as it was.'
And we could say nothing in reply,
for we could hear Nuxon snoring in the
next room, aud no one had heard Of
Billy. and there were others OF the lea.
que that we knew were even now down
At Slavin's. II was thought best that
all should remain in Mr. Craig's shack,
not knowing what might happen; and
so We lay where, we could rest and we
needed none to sings lis to sleep.
When | awokc, stiff and sore, 1t was
to find breakfast pady and old man
Nelson in charge. As We were seated
Craig came in, and saw that he was
not the man of the night before. His
courage had come back his face was
quiet, and his eye clear; he was his
own man again,
"Geordic has been out all night. but
has failed to find Billy he announced
quietly
We did not talk much Graeme and
| worried over our broken bones, and
the Others suffered from a general morn
ing depression. BUT after breakfast as
the men were beginning to move, Craig
took down his Bible and saying, wait
few minutes, menl" he read slowly, in
his beautiful clear voice, that psalm
for all fighters
God is our refuge and strength" and
so on to the nobler words
"rhe LolN of Hosts Is with us;
The God of Jacob is our refuge
How the mighty words pulled us to-
gether lifted us till we grew ashamed
of our ignoblc rage and of our ignoble
depression!
And then Craig prayed in simple,
acknowledgement of failure but knew
straight. going words, There was ac-
he was thinking chiefly of himself; and
there was gratitude, and that was for