The Nevada County picayune. (Prescott, Ark.) 190?-current, 1911-05-26

mt entirely acquainted with the Eng
Itch tongue. It read as follows:
These boy are nine-year old and orphing.
ges fathaire are Michel Lafayette. who
YORK In uolcomb. She's big camp In Scr
"a Madre. These boy have billet In en-
yelloppe to go to see hes fathalre. BE
,nd and shove heem along. sill vous plait.
Hes name is Jean Guillot Lafayette.
And Jean Guillot, a. pathetic little
egure, worn by long journeying in
ueerage, second-class railway coaches
and humping stages, bore ample
marks that the instructions had been
literally followed and that he had IN
dergone much showing along He
was the last to alight from the int
rior of the old Concord when, with
shrilling brake and loud Gathering
halt 1t slapped before the Gold Dig
yer" and be was so stiff and sore from
constant jolting that he almost fell
when his wooden sabots struck the
ground He Strengthened himself up,
drew his grotesquely big cloak around
him, and peered from beneath his
chapeau with bright, fearless. inquir-
Ing eyes at the group Of miners who
surrounded him.
He was a curiosity to them, in his
peasant gaTb which smacked so
strongly OF the provinces of far-away
France. and beside, he was the first
boy to invade this camp high up in
4 the hills where men wrought for gold,
fought for It and then with equal fer
yor gambled or danced 1t away when
/ the day 5 work was done.
"A mighty little cuss TO come SO far
alone. commented the stage agent as
be looked from the letter Of instruc
ton IN his hand to the boy Amt
uone of US here, l reckon. ever done
10 such trayelin'."
Might Sit him to give a lecture"
zone oae suggested and others passed
equally facetious remarks; but
| through It all Jean Guiliot Lafayette,
still studying the faces around him,
stood mute
The sun had set some time before
/ painting the top Of solemn Old Baldy's
snow-eap warm red and filing the
summer air Of tho dead day with
singular dangerous quietade. Thus 1t
was that when the stage gen vented
an exclamation on reading tAe tag on
the travellers arm It was heard by all
He stood away from the lad showed
the Affm Of his hat back with m awk
war gesture and stared In pertur-
baton az the others of the group.
Good Lord he CALCULATED in dis
tress Good Lordn while the men
Of the hills looked at him question
ingly
Boys he said, this little Teller
was sent for"
They shifted on their feet some Of
them taking step or two forward
and waited for the agent to continue
Mike Lafayette was ais father"
They grew suddenly quiet And l
expect the reason the boy came Is be
cause his folks in France is all dead
The tag says he's an orphan
And God knows he's one now. for
sure, muttered another.
Anybody here who can talk
Freneh?n
The silence which followed indicat
cd that no one spoke that vastly for
eign tongue. Spanish would have been
at their command. but French--no.
Fes In the deuce are we to ten
n'm t#s his daddy-you all EHaW him
wi E5ied In cave-la almost a
We aaa4 the stage ag II began,
out .fst difficulty was UNEXPECTEDLY
oyefeeas by the boy himself, who
spoke for the first time.
Est ees to say monsieur he said
IN painstaking English. Eat now
nave no iathaire to meet? That he
is mort My fathaire Michel Lafay.
cite is keeled? ."
he hid planted himself squarely
before tie stage agent, selecting him
as The man in authority His capot
naa been thrown back with one wide
Sppeaiins gesture until it's two Zap
ping ends rested across his shoulders.
e2poslng his sturdy brown legs and
vo!uminous breeches Of homely drlll
ms Hrs trembled vaguely and his Sc.
nous brown eyes threatened a food
of tears
The asnt Looked at him with
sofid e. kladly sympathy, and then
We others. Jean stared at them
'he Al = mother IS if demanding an
@Planaaaa, and each In turn dropped
Us eyes before this brave picture of
The boys hands. after one imp1-
I'VE hstiiag movement toward his
yes waved an expressive. open-nn
cred sure of despair dropped
paek to his sides ard then elasped
nemselyes together. He was learn
% know and cross palms with
4eseay and with none to help him
/ his battle.
Aet ees then, that l, Jean Guillot
@.1yette. am sans famille; that I
ave messing Messing - no one.
mere was some bitter, vibrant un-
e'eufrent Of grief In the plaintive.
eelSe drawing of the ct have nos