Decatur Democrat, Volume 42, Number 12, Decatur, Adams County, 2 June 1898 — Page 6

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C(EUR D’ALENE. BY rtARY HALLOCK FOOTE. [Copyright, :£o4, by Mary Haiiotk Foote.] "Mining. That is. one is a miner The other is a sort of miner — ar. amateur.” "I wouldn't advise any man to be minin' in the Cor de Lane this year.' unless minin' is his business; there's neither love nor money in it for fancy miners, and it's not healthy for them—that's sure!” said Mr. Casson. “Yes," Faith assented. "He fell utsuspicion of the union from the, first, and they warned him to 'eave but he would not go. And then they took means to get rid of him quietly, but they did not succeed the first time. Do they ever give such a thing up?” " Twoulch be safer for them to finish j the job." said Casson. “What should you advise them. Mr. ■ Casson, supposing — anything — ever I that this story cannot be true? What should you say they had better do?” “I would advise them to stay with their boat, and not set foot on shore till the steamer's at the landin'." “Mr. Casson?” Faith implored, study- j ing his face. He was as inscrutable as if be were talking to a child. Still, she was sure that she could trust him. "Ye need not be questionin’ me. miss. I know the men." he answered to her look. "But it's just as well not to be •. namin’ names. The very leaves of the trees will whisper it." "I call them my friends.” Faith needlessly explained, “because they were very good to me once—l would do anything in the world!" "Surely ye would," Mr. Casson interrupted easily; "and if they were not your friends, a life is a life, though it's only the life of a ‘scab’ or a 'spy.* ” i Faith colored hotly at the word. "Ye . need not fear me. Miss Bingham. I've had a taste of their language myself, i I'm a 'thraitor,' a ‘wage-slave.’ I'm i ’bought an’ sold’ for the bread that goes into me children's mouths. I'm j an excreshence on a healthy laborin i community, to be sloughed oil like the foulness of disease. I'm as fond of tb< Miners' union that's r oossin’ this country as Mike McGowan is, and they'll' make as much out of me. just, if they come askin' me questions. Now ye leave me to watch out for the boys, i and I'll tell them anything at all ye ! want." "Thank you, Mr. Casson; I trust you perfectly, but I cannot let you do it. | They stood by me, and 1 will stay by them. It may be the one thing lam here to do; and you have your wife and children.” "They're not meddlin' with women ] and children. Ye had better leave the men to me.” "1 couldn’t. Mr. Casson,” said the \ girl, with sad persistence. She was I distressed 'by his questioning regard, and blushed for her own disingenuous- i ness. "V>'e have had a fearful time at the mine," she went on, leading him away from the tenderer subject. "Did you hear about our poor Chinaman?” "1 did, miss; and a wonder they left the life in him so long. Sole an’ lone he was. the only Chinymati in the Cor de Lane, so I hear; and only for Abby Steers not wantin’ to do her own work he'd have been fired, they say, the same as all the rest, before he'd barely set foot in it; for what that woman says is law with the union boys." "Oh. she's a terror!"exclaimed Faith. I "The times have brought her out. But we have some very bad men at the mine, and they are the ones who seem to have all to say. 1 suppose it would not be safe to discharge them now. My father simply has to endure the things they do, until he can get support for his own authority.” Outwardly, Faith was still on the defensive in regard to her father’s position. “Did you hear about the shooting?" she asked, in a low voice. "1 did,” said Casson, shortly. He did not admit her plea for the martyred authority of Manager Bingham; he conceived him quite as did the rest of the mining community, in his mixed

; character of the bat in the fable, pois- : ing between bird and beast till the out- ' come of battle should decide to which kingdom it was safest to belong. A bat he was, and nothing but a bat, and ! neither birds nor beasts would own ' him. "One of the men I am watching for is he —the one who was wounded." said Faith, averting her face. “1 don't know what state he may be in, after such a ■ journey. It would be hard upon a well man last night, through the timber, across those wild divides, and around Sunset peak before it was light; and to-day, in the hot sun, coming down Beaver canyon; and then in some sort of boat on the river! Do you think that Mike McGowan can row?" "They'd be polin’, not rowin', in a dugout, whilst the river is shallow; and below they'll come fast enough with the current, just keepin’ her head down-stream. Ye wouldn't maybe like to haie Mrs. Casson bide here with ye? She'd be as good as a doctor for him — and I'm loath to leave ye wanderin' here soy yourself.” In reply to this fatherly suggestion Faith only blushed miserably, and shook her head. “I hope we shall all be together, crossing the lake to-night," she said—"all of us whom the Coeur d'Alene has no use for." But she did not move from her post. "Well," said Mr. Casson, who saw that she was bent on having her own way with her friends, "1 wish them safe out of this, and all of us the same. But don't you let that child's prattle be runnin' in your bead. It's not a thing anyone could believe —not even of them." "Not of the men who blew up Frisco mill?" asked Faith, with a woman’s partisan relentlessness. Mr. Casson would not admit the thought, or pretended he would not. “Think of it!" said he. “Think how a mnssacree would sound in print. We’re not quite bad enough for that, unionor non-union: men has their feelin’s, they'd draw the line at promiscuous shootin' at unarmed men." “I think dynamite and giant powder are tolerably promiscuous,” bitterly 1 argued Faith. But she was comforted, nevertheless, by Mr. Casson's pretense, of unbelief. He walked toward the landing tc watch fcr the sight of a boat. Once he ’ looked back at her and seemed to hesi-1 tate. but then he walked on. "They'd never touch a woman.” he said to himself. Faith continued to pace the short grass under the trees watching for her friends. XIII. THE MASSACRE. The shadows, at this hour, had gained a portentous length; they laid long fingers across the fields, pointing darkly toward the canyon. "About sunset," the child had said. Up at Wallace and at Gem the rumor was flying that the negro troops from Missoula had marched around the burned bridges, and were coming in by way of Mullan, to gather the non-union men. and to bring them back and protect them in their places: and the union had sworn that the thing should not be. Therefore there should be bloodshed that night at the Mission; not a "scab” should be left for the “niggers” to bring back. For “scabs” to be forced upon them by “niggers” was an aggravation of injury by insult which the pride of these valiant Irish leaders could not brook. This was the story of the confiding little boy at the Mission, told in the simple faith of one who believes that his friends can do no wrong: all the bad men were on the other side. Not a shadow or a stain of its cruel meaning seemed to have touched his childish apprehension. Faith was unhappy and fearful in her mind; yet —she tried to comfort hersellf —the thing was. as Mr. Casson had said, too monstrous, too suicidal a disgrace for the union leaders to permit to touch their organization, still less to invite as a means of discipline. The sun was getting low. Faith rebuked her impatience by turning her back on the up-stream view, and, taking a longer stroll toward the landing, resolved not to look around again till the sounds v J J*' i ’•Oh, Mike! Oh. etopT ehe groaned. she yearned to hear announced her friends: but no new sounds broke the quiet stir of the leaves and. the softly moving water. She grew sick with suspense. They would not come in time to get her warning; else they would not come at all—and what could have happened! This was a day when one might not talk of a morrow. Suddenly, close inshore, making for the next bend across a loop of the river, a long, sharp canoe, or dugout, shot by, loaded with disaster; for Mike stood 1 balanced, alone, guiding the slim craft, and along the bottom, stretched upon his back, lay a man helpless, motionless. a shape with the face hidden. What did the coat conceal that covered the face? Was it death? There was enough of Darcie there for Faith to recognize. He was coming to meet her at the Mission, and this was the fate he had encountered on the way. "Oh, Mike—oh, stop!" she groaned.

upon her knees on the bank, stretching her arms out above the water. The breeze shook the bushes; the dismal load shot by. Mike had not heard her choking cry or seen her gesture of anguish. Gathering herself up she stumbled through the grass, past the trees, that delayed her like idle, curious persons crowding upon one in a moment of extreme distress: but by the time she had rounded the loop by land Mike had crossed it by water —as the bow-string measures the bow, had landed his freight under the bushes in the shade, and was already out of sight below the lower bend. A wind was rising, spreading the rapid coolness that precedes a summer gale. The bushes were beating wildly, leaves and dust and blossom petals were flying, and a dark wind-track streaked the meadows; but the waveless river only shuddered and crept by in silence. Darcie was lying on his back, staring at the green boughs overhead; the coat lay over his chest, and its folds perceptibly rose and fell. This was Faith's first assurance that he breathed. In the shock of so sudden, so complete a release from so great a fear, for the moment she forgot her warning. He looked at her stupidly at first, then a little wildly, and then with an eager smile he flung his hand out toward her upon the grass. Yet something in his manner she missed —something that she had looked to eee on their meeting again; missed it, and drew back from her instinctive first advances. He knew her, but had placed her at the beginning of their brief, intense acquaintance; all between was oblivion. His love spoke, and his need of love, in his dumb eyes; but he was silent, troubled, and took nothing for granted. It was useless to question him as to how be had arrived at this phase of his condition. Investigating, as his nurse. Faith discovered that there had been a fresh hemorrhage from his wound; the sleeve and breast of his shirt beneath the coat were soaked with blood. Weakness. thirst and delirium had followed but not fever, so far as she could judge. He was bareheaded, and she looked in vain for his hat to fetch him water in the brim of it. as she had seen the hunters do, but was forced to use her handkerchief. feeding him with drops dripped between his lips. His face and hands and all his clothing down it. front were grimed and scratched and earth-stained, as though Beaver canyon had been literally wiped up with him; when he spoke his voice was a rapid muttering, devoid of expression.. There was no hope that they could come to any understanding now on those delicate points that remained to be settled between them. This was a piteous complication, that at this last hour before the boat came in—the hour that must decide how they should leave the boat and meet on the other side of the lake, when the one word must be said, and he alone could say it —he should be out of his senses, calling her Miss Faith, and babbling flat courtesies, saying nothing but with his eyes! She could not give him even the love be dumbly craved. No; it was strangely cruel. They were meant for each other; this she believed as a new, inexplicable fact not tc be reasoned about, yet she was powerless to act upon it. Could any girl follow a sick and crazy youth, a conspicuously adorable young man, whom any stranger would be good to. once he was out of this terrorized land; appear at his side, and assume the right tc care for him on the strength of some w ild love-passages in impossible places, under circumstances the least binding and most exceptional that could be imagined? She had made up. poor child, a number of perfectly sane and commendable answers and arguments, which she had thought she should have need of. crossing the lake that night. He was to have done some very pretty pleading; he was to have prevailed in the end —even in her best arguments she had provided for that. But where now were the strong, delicious pleadings, the weak extenuations, the explanations which pride insists on, the conditions which feminine prudence declares for. ere it be too late? No; she was helpless, in the face of this pitiful estrangement; here it must end, their sad little crazy romance of the Coeur d'Alene His world would be seeking him, would presently call him back; but the ocean could not part them farther than thev were parted now. “Good-by, my love good-by!" she whispered. But the warning! For him it was useless; she must instantly find “poor good Mike,” as she called the great fellow in her thoughts. She was so weak-heart? 1 that she felt like distributing epithets and words of useless affection, ~~ cue who is taking leave of life. She met Mike coming up the shore; and seeing her a long way off, he broke into a hilarious trot. "Arrah, by the Blessin'! an' have ve seen him? An' wasn’t be the pictur' of peace, lyin’ on the barren stones!" This was an irrepressible figure of speech, for Darcie was very softly bedded on the grass, as Mike had left him. “Sure it's the big luck for us that the boat's behind her time! Musha. darlin'l What has hurted ye, to put up your lip like that ?" he cadenced, seeing that the girl's eyes were filling with tears. “Oh. Mike, be doesn't know me!" “Av coorse he doesn’t, the craythur; his mind is takin’ a bit av a rest. He's betther widout any sinse, the way he was goin on. An’ see how happv he is! He doesn’t care for a blessed thing!" “No,” said Faith; “he doesn't. But how came he to be so?" “ Tw as along av a nasty fall he got cornin' around Sunset Pake, which the thrail is the widt' av your hand. He wouldn’t have me come anigh him for fear I’d jostle him, he was that nervous. ’Wan at onct,' says he, ‘and don’t, for God's sake, blow your breath on me!’ He catcbed holt av a juniper whin he felt the ground was I'avin’ him; but the bloody bush let go be the roots, an’ he wint down. Ab, don't faint awav,

miss! T was a child’s tumble, only for the jar it gev his arrum; the wound bleedin' on him. an that tuk his stren't’; and I think it was bad for him goin' widout a hat. \ is, ’he fool, wind tuk it ass his head, an' he but the wan hand to grab for it, an kape his grip o' the rock; an' it's hung up in the top av a big pine-tree. I was for maktn ( hirn wear me own hat, for the sun it was powerful bad on his head; but he d cast it in me face wheniver I'd try to , put it on him—he was that silly. lie was singin’ like a canary in the boat, cornin’ down, till I put the coat over ! him, an’ that quinched him. . V. as he qui’t, miss, when ye left him. Faith could not speak to answer him. “Saints above! now what are ye cryin* about? D’ ye think the lad ’ll not make it? Sure, here we are, an the boat cornin’ in. an’ Spokane, the city of 1 refuge, will see us in the mornin.’ He has ‘wore out the candle;’ he can ‘bide the inch!’ ” “O Mike, but it’s the last inch of the ' candle that will cost.” cried Faith; and forth from her convulsed lips came the child’s story, too long delayed, of the I dark deed that threatened the prisoners ' at the Mission that night. Mike leaped as if he had been hit by a bullet. “Why wasn’t this the first word ye sarfd to me?” he roared. “Go back and bide beside him whilst I go for the boat. .Please God no wan has helped himself to it, an’ me danderin* here!” “Do you believe it?” Faith exclaimed, in a voice of awe. “Do I believe there’s devils in hell? I’ll pack him out av this, if I have to shwim wid him on me back.” Darcie was asleep, if?rested, after pain, and excitement, and thirst, and weary journeyings. Faith watched beside him and listened tohismutterings. and held her own breath in pauses of his inconstant breathing. Sometimeshe panted “like a dog that hunts in dreams.” his features twitched, he plucked with his bands; then his troubled spirit would exhale in a long sigh, and gradually, in climbing intensity. the travail of delirium would resume its sway. His eyes glittered between half-parted lids; the yellowgreen light under the trees, mingling with the reflection from the river, made his ashen color ghastly. Faith hung upon his breathing, hurried and fast or deep and slow, as the one sure contradiction of his death-like aspect. The strange wind which brought no rain kept blowing and blowing, as if it would blow out all the last red sparks of sunlight. Her hopes went out with them. The dull sunset embers began to glow. She could hear no sounds but of wind striving with the trees, or water heavily flapping as it coursed along the bank. She wished fcr utter stillness that she might project, by ear. her knowledge of what was coming, beyond her powers of sight, but nothing could be heard above the crisp, gallant roar and rustle of the summer gale. All nature seemed to call to her to be up and ready! to fly. fly! But those that can neither fight nor fly, must hide, must hush, as she was hushing her sleeper by the darkling stream. [TO BB CONTINUED.] When you have a sick horse you - .-J? do not hitch him I 12 P to a sulky and \ ta ke him to the i V AA \ race track for a !| —J/ littlc healthful J spin. You doc- • i I tOT him. You cannot • I y wovk or recreate a man y r into health any / yjfiU L more than you can a G !■< Xfk 1/ will make healthy 'V J F*'/ men more healthy ; it ’ /J! 11 fl will make unhealthy ■ / f ki9f/ men more unhealthy. J 7 A/Z/y When a man has been r II //?%>— living in too big a hurry, * I // when he has worked | /// himself out. when he I y/ has got so that he does not sleep or eat, or rest, and the whole world looks gloomy to him, * it is time for him to take medicine. Then, when he is braced up a bit. it is time enough for him to take to the bicycle. When a man’s nerves have an edge on them, so that the least little disappoint- ! ment rasps on his temper like a file, when his stomach and liver and nerves are de- ' ranged, and he is continually gloomy and melancholy, he should take Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery. It makes a man as hungry as a fisherman and sees to it that all the vital elements of the food are absorbed into the blood. It braces up the ■ liver and puts it to work in the right way. It drives all bilious impurities from the system. It fills flesh, nerves, brain cells, sinews and bones with the life-giving elements of rich, red. pure blood. It makes a man healthy and then a bicycle will make him strong. Medicine dealers sell it. and have nothing “just as good.” Through your skillful treatment I am once more a well man.” writes J. N Arnold. Esq., of Gaudy Logan Co Neb ” I suffered for years with constipation and tomiditv of the liver. ■ ..'..Laiion of the Drostate and of the madder. I took six bottles of ' Golden Medical Discovery ’ and • Pleasant Pellets and am permanently cured. You have been the means of saving my life.’’

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