Marshall County Independent, Volume 4, Number 3, Plymouth, Marshall County, 31 December 1897 — Page 3

Ündera - IT; adow I srm-- tt , HE people of St. Luis park that New Year's eve looking to the east raw under the tow- . en nil wnue rresis of the Sierra Bianca a high smoke pillar rising with the sky. and it brought joy to their hearts, for it assured them now, as it Jil 1 A. after every great s.orm. mat Sim Beiden was still alive, sti'.l able to grub under the foot of the everthreatening avalanches for the fortune he had left the world to win. Sim Beiden was a tall, handsome giant of 30. who had come from no one know where. The few who l:ncv him thought he was unsocial, and thoe wi h whom he traded at Garland believed that he had hit upon a rich find under the snow line, and that he would make it hot for the man who tried to be his neighbor. Sim Beiden had been mining alone in the Sierra Bianca, but during the past twelve months he had a companion, a young Ute lad named Pedro, whom he had found dying and abandoned over on the headwaters of the Del Norte. When Sim Beiden, without any process of law, became Pedro's guardian, that youth's knowledge of Knglish was confined to the one word, "damn." His acquaintance with Spanish was a little more extensive. He knew that buenos dias meant "good day;" sabe. "understand;" si, senor, ' yes, sir," and dinero. "money." But there is a language of signs which all understand. Sim bad just come up from Garland burdened with a great pack of eatables, and a proportionate amount of drinkables, for the traditions of his youth led him to believe that both were essential to a popular observance or the season. This evening In the cabin, aft3r supper, Sim Beiden was unusually talkative, and, forgetting or ignoring that Pedro's comprehension of English was limited, he rattled on like one thinking aloud and vishiug for no comment on what he .aid. "It's been no end of a fine day. Pedrojust Ukfl the New Year eves v.o used to have back in the Alleghanies when I was a boy like you. But tonight we'll pay for It, and I'm much afraid tomorrow will be a regular old, howling New Year's day." Seeing that the white man hesitated Pedro looked wonderingly up and said, "Si, senor." Sim Beiden lit his pipe and throwins: himself on a cinnamon bearskin before the fire, looked at Pedro for a few minutes and then went on, "Of course. Pedro, you wasn't ever in love?" Pedro said, "Si, senor." and scratched his head like one perplexed "No, Pedro, you don't savcy, and I b jpe you never vill. If you should tver be took that vay, commit suicide unless you're deal sure. But, then, ao one is ever dead sure of a woman,

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or of a man either, for the matter of that. "Now, Pedro. I ain't in the habit of giving myself away. I'm one of the kind that keeps his trouble to himself, but there's something 'bout New YTear's that makes one confidential like." "Si. senor." said Pedro, as he extended his lithe form toward the warming fire. Sim Beiden turned over on his breast, and resting his bearded chin on his upturned palms, looked a: the dancing flames and continued: "There was never a man loved his brother as I loved my brother Jack. Two years younger'n me, and handsome as a picture no wonder Alice Thorpe shock me for him. But it wasn't fair. Tbat'i why I kicked. When our raft went to pieces cn the Susquehanna years and years ago, it was Jack that, not caring for himself, dove under the logs and fished me out. But often and often, as I've sat by this fire as I'm doing now. I wished he'd

have let me drown. It's no use to : save a life and curse it. "Jack was always wild, and when father died and left all the property to me except $5 for him. I put my arm about him and said: 'Never mind. Jack. I'll divvy fair. So long as I've got a dollar 50 cents of it is yours.' Then he kissed me like when we were boys, and there were tears on my cheek that did not come from my eyes." The giant's voice became hoarse, and while he was clearing his throat Pedro gave utterame to his r,rst English word, "Damn!' "Yes. Pedro, that's just how I of.'m feel. You see I can't blame him for falling in love with her, for heaven never made a prettier woman; but it was the deceit on both sides. You un derstand?" "Si, senor." "Curious enough, It was just three years ago tins very xew ear s eve When I discovered them in the ha! of h'r house talking in loving whispers and with his arm about hr. My God! I felt like striking the two dead, but I bit my lip till the b'od came; then I giHoped back home, where my aunt wa; the 1 ousckeeper, for mother was Hi -T 2 i V .X sl i "WHITE MAN! WHITE MAN!' dead. I said nothing to her, but I wrote two notes one to Jack, leaving him all the property, and the other to Alice Thorpe, telling her I'd discovi red she was false and asking her to marry my brother. Then I started for the west, and the life before me was gloomy as the rauon depths on a cloudy midnight. "At first I felt like changing my name; but. as I'd never brought disgrace on It, I let it stand. What matters a name to a man. who's left the worjd behind forever"? "There's the story, Pedro. That's why I'm here, and you're the first and the last human being that'll ever hear of it from my Hps. Savey?" "Si, seiujr." said Pedro, without the

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slightest comprehension of the secret that had been confided to him. Sim Beiden was about to speak aga'n, hut he changed from his purpose by a rush, a roar, and a crash that filled the air and shook the earth as if the mouutain was tumbling into St. Luis park. "A snowslide! Thank God there's no one on the trail between here and Garland tonight!" Sim Beiden sat up and looked at the Indian boy, whose lean face and black eyes were filled with an expression of intent anxiety. "What is it, Pedro? What do you hear, man? Speak out!" For reply Pedro bounded to his fe t, and pointing in the direction of the UtU he shouted: White man! White man!" In an instant Sim had the door open. The whirling snow clouds limited his

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"A HAPPY NEW YEAR, DEAR SIM!" vision to the path of light before the open door, but above the roaring of the storm he heard the cry: "Help! For God's sake, help!" "Stay here and keep the door open!" That is what Sim Beiden shouted as he buttoned up his fur coat and leaped down the snow-piled trail. P dr:; had no conception of the ordinary measure of time, but it seemed to him that at least a day had passed lace the white man had disappeared. At length his beart was gladdened as he saw him breasting through the snow and bearing another white man in his arms. Sim Beiden Staggered into the cabin, and laid his burden on the fur covered door, and tb instant he saw the face of the unconscious man he dropped on bis knees, took the head In his arms and ( tied out as he kissed the faee so like his own. "Jack! Jack! O God. it's Jack! Do you hear me? Lookup! Here's Sim! Hero's Sim, asking you on his knees to forgive him!" Sim and Pedro stripped off the wet clothes, rubbed the white form till the glow of life came back, and placed him In a bunk and wrapped him in furs. By the time a steam punch was ready Jack Beiden rubbed his eyes and looked about him. Then from the bunk two white arms w(re extended, and he sobbed: "After years of seeking I've found you, Sim!" There is nothing more sacred than the tears of honest, strong men. Pedro looked on in wonder, and. though he could not understand what was said, he realized that one had come who was nearer to his guardian s heart than himself, but he felt no pangs of jealousy. After a time Jack Beiden felt strong enough to sit up. He looked at his watch, and seeing that it was after midnight, he reached out his hand to his brother and said: "A happy New Year, dear Sim!" And still holding his brother's hand, Jack told the story of his three years' search and how only that afternoon he had

learned at Garland of Sim's hiding place. But there was more to tell. When Sim discovered him with Alice Thorpe, just three years before this, he was telling the girl that he had become engaged to her cousin Ethel, and was begging her to plead his case with the father and mother of his betrothed. "Since the day you left, Sim, I've been a changed man, and a drop of liquor hasn't passed my lips. But it is not of myself, but of Alice I would speak. She was ever true to you, and though she thinks you dead.she is still true to your memory, and tonight by the fire in the old home, where she gave you her love, she is weeping for a dead one who thought her false." The storm continued the next day. but in all that wild land no cabin held two happier hearts than those of the brothers reunited under the eaves of the avalanche far up the Sierra Bianca. Shortly after this Sim Beiden sold out his claim and accompanied his brother to the east. They took Pedro with them and sent him to the Indian school at Carlisle, where he became a teacher. Every new year he visits his guardian and his wife, and the children of both brothers love him. His knowledge o'! English is perfect, and he fully comprehends the story told him by Sim Beiden in the mountain shack that New Year's eve.

THE VESTAL AT THE GATE. When today with vestal grace She stood before your dwelling place, Did you take her by the hand, Bid her welcome to the land. With the cordial love and greeting That we owe a friend at meeting? Fair and sweet to look upon Was this lily maid at iawn, With her dark locks flowing down, And her saffron hood and gown Set about with starry border. Symbol of her priestly order. And we ewe to her, I hold. Whether she be kind or cold, Whether she being rue or myrrh When we lift our gates to her, Well and duly to receive her, Lest our sad complaining grieve her. What she brings us, heaven sent, Take your gift and be content, Though it be not what you sought, And your prayers seem set at naught, He knows best, who ruled the giving, What we need for holy living. Do not vex her with dismay At the pangs of yesterday, Nor disturb her heart in vain With the bint of coming pain; For a fell, impending sorrow May be God's best gift tomorrow. Ola Moore. ETHEL'S NEW YEAR'S CALLER. All day long Ethel wished and wished that she was a grown-up lady like Sister Grace, so that she could have a New Year's (aller. But the long, bright day went by and not a single call did she have. After supper she went slowly up into the parlor and looked discontentedly out of the window. Right under the gaslight she saw a glossy black cat. He took up first one paw and then the other out of the flaky snow and looked this way and that before starting on his journey once more. Then he ran along the sidewalk In front of Ethel's home and jumped quickly up the steps. it's my caller!" exclaimed Ethel, breathlessly. "It truly is!" She opened the door and In walked pussy, over the fur rug, into the parlor and sat down in tront of the fire. In a second Ethel was beside him, hugging and petting him. Pussy seemed to like it and curled himself up contentedly In Ethel's lap. He purred very loud for a few minutes and then went to sleep. 'Us my New Year's caller!" explained Ethel. "He came his own s if, mamma, and I'm going to keep him forever!" Pussy has never maan any objection to that p?an and so Ethel still has her caller, and she says her New Year's IT'S MY CALLER!" EXCLAIMED ETHEL. call was the very best one. for it haa lasted nearly a whole year. MARJORY DBA NE. In Hu IlollclavH. 'Tis chilly when returns come in, And you have done your part. To find that the majority Gave you the marble heart. 'Tis chilly when you woo a girl To have a rival win. And get invited flna'ly To see her marry htm. But, ah, the coldest thing of all In this chill month, no doubt. Is to be told at 5 a. m. "The Ores are all out!"

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NEWS OF INDIANA.

MINOR HAPPENINGS DURING THE PAST WEEK. rite State Has a Profitable Gold Pro-doclag-Section Ura Decker Kot Yet Caught Hanker Johnson Having a "Picnic." latama "Klondike." Franklin special: The streams of Brown county, a few miles south of here, have been found to yield gold of the finest quality, that, on the market, brings from $21 to $22 an ounce. When, a few days ago, a half score of na tives were working, quietly washing sand from the creek bottoms, many may now be seen, picking up the precious metal on the points of knives, transferring it to small bottles and finding it profitable. Gold has been found In Bean. Lick and Bean Blossom creeks for forty years and in quantities that lead the prospectors to believe that rich veins lie hidden in the hills. Mr. Richards says that he has washed gold from the sand of Bean creek for forty years, and has often made as much as $28 a day. The Peace brothers, George, Lafe and Charley, have purchased a tract of land and are mining on an extensive scale, though working the black sand they find in the creek bottoms only. They have two machines and hf.ve been giving all their time to the work for several months. It is said, on good authority, that operators have, in the last few years, marketed about $40,000 worth of Brown county gold. Ira Decker's Wild Flight. Hazleton telegram: Ura Decker, the youth of this place who tried to pass a forged check on a Princeton bank, and who shot Town Marshal Murphy of Patoka, who attempted his arrest, made his escape through the woods and fields to the neighborhood of the Morris bridge, where he stole a horse and rode homeward, turning the animal loose after reaching here. Decker breakfasted at his father's home, and then left by way of a rear fence, hiding himself in the bottoms. Constable McAfee procured bloodhounds and followed the trail for several miles without overtaking the fugitive. Patoka has offered $25 reward for the boy's arrest. John Murphy, the town marshal of Patoka, is well liked in that neighborhood, and should he die of his Injuries It will go hard with his murderer, if the latter is overtaken. The bullet entered the body below the breastbone, passing through the right lung. Displeased With Johnson's Picnic. Eogansport dispatch: The report ot favors shown to John F. Johnson at the Columbus prison has provoked much comment here. A bitter senti ment prevails against the bankwreeicer, and those who have lost thousands of dollars through his embezzlem-ui are not overly pleased to know that his punishment is little more than detention in a place where he commands comforts, and even luxuries. Lyle Emmet t, of this city, whom Johnson is reported with having accompanied part of the way to the railway station during Emmett's recent visit at Columbus, has published a card denying the same. ,4H - - m iGeneral State News. The coroner's inquiry into the death of Harvey Lloyd, of Moore's Hill, shows that the demise was the result of natural causes, and that there was nothing warranting a suspicion of foul play. Three months ago Mr. Lloyd married Mrs. Mary Mann, a widow, and not long afterward was prostrated by paralysis. The B. & O. Railway Company, in making repairs, pumped dry an old pond near Dillsboro. and great quantities of fine bass and other game fish were secured by the neighbors, who carried them away by the basketful. Sidney E. Haight. a former owner, purchased the plant of the Columbus Republican at receiver's sale: consideration. $3.000. The total indebtedness is $9.000. Mr. Haight will continue the publication. In a fight between Ida Lemon and Qneenie .Skinner at Anderson, the former used a knife on her antagonist with serious effect. Clara Duncan, officiating as peace-maker, was also stabbed. There is a protest of insurance agents at Peru because the county commissioners have cancelled all insurance contracts and renewed policies with one agent. Ex-Congressman A. N. Martin, of Blufften, has addressed a letter to the Decatur n mocrat disclaiming all purposes of standing for congress in the Eighth district ( harks E. Pritchard, of Montezuma, convicted at Rockville of receiving deposit after knowing that his bank was insolvent, has been removed to Michigan City. A dog showing signs of hydrophobia bit Otis Brubaker, near Lsgro, together with his wife and sister-in-law, and the injured people are much disturbed. Judge John D. Miller, of Greensburg, disabled by long Illness, anu -'ho resumed his judicial duties a day or two ago. finds himself again prostrated. Besides controlling the Muncie News and the Rushville Graphic, it is now claimed that Perry S. Heath is negotiating for a newspaper at Lafayette.

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would be a good place for a well-put argument as to why the people should trade with YOLVi This Space Is For Sale. It's a billboard that goes to people and is read by everybody in this section of the country. J lake Erie 8 Western R- R. Indianapolis fc Michigan City DirUion. Time Card Number 44. Ia effect December 6 1896. NORTH BOCND TRAINS. No. 20. -Due to leave Plymouth at n :55 a.m. No. 22. " m 6:27 p. m. SOUTH BOUND TRAINS. No. 23. Due to leave Plymouth it 9:15 a. m c 29. " " o. p n.. No. 161 Local trelRht. lv. " I1JB a. m Nos. 23, 20 and 22 run dally except S-jndy. m makes direct connections at Indipnapolls with Pennsylvania Co., Big Four, and C. H. & 1). ; also at Tipton with main line trains for all points east and west. J. M. DAUBENSPECK, Agent Plymouth,:! nd VAXHAI.1A LINK TIME TABLE. In effect January 18, Trains leare Plymouth as follows: FOR THB NORTH. No. 6, " No. a. M 12:05 a m. M 10:06 p. m. M FOR THB SOUTH. No. 21, Sxcept Sunday, 5:33 a.m. for TerreHaute No. S, " " 12 :66 p. m For complete Time Card, giving all trains and tatlons, and for' full information as to rates tbrougb cars, etc., address T. A. DOWN8. Agent, Plymouth, Ind E. A. FORD, General Passenger Agent. 8t. Louis Mo mm III!maIi U lAtirft Hnilnr ID. 111111015 6 LBAVE 80UTH BEND. No. 1, Mall and Express 7 00 am No. 9, Local 7 4f a m No. 13, Fast Freight 5 60pm ARRIVE AT SOCTH BEND. No. 2, Mall and Express 1159 am No. io. Local 5 3ü p m No. 1 Fast Freight 7 20 p m Nos. 1,2, 12. 13 dally. Nos. 7 and 10 daily except Sunday. Elegant new equipment and fast time Tickets can be had lor all principal point and baggage checked to destination. Depol head of Washington street. South Bend. For Information as to rates and connection? ipply to F. C Raff. Ill Bosjtn Main street, oi J. VV. Merrlfield. Agent at depot. JA. S. RA R I LK. G. F. & P.Agent. T. P. SHONTS. General Manager. Some People Will not subscribe for their home paper and never know what is happening in their immediate vicinity. Some People Are victimized by house to house peddlers by not reading- the warnings in their home pper. Some People Plod along- from day to day and do not et the full benefit of their earnings because they do not keep posted and take advantage of the golden money-saving opportunities offered in these columns. Some People Would do much better did they hand in their subscriptions, at once, to PAPER.

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