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Bidding me still wait and See. What are we but restless children, Ever asking what shall be, And the Eather, in his wisdom,

Gently bids ns "Wait and see."

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TERRE HAUTE, MARCH 13,1880

WAIT AND SEE.

"When my boy with eager question. Asking bow and where and when, Taxes all my store of wisdom,

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Asking o'er and o'er again Questions oft to which the answers Give to others still tbe key. 2 have said, to teach him patience, "Wait, my little boy, and see,"

Ami the words I taught my darling Taught to me a lesson sweet Once, when all the world seemed darkened

And the storm about me beat, In tbe "children's room" I heard him, With a child's sweet mimicry, To the baby brother's questions

Saying, wisely, "Wail and see." Like an angel's tender chiding Came the darling's words to me, Though my Father's ways were hie den,

From Camp and Cabin.

Thanksgiving Joe.

A STORY OF THE SAQE-BBU8H.

BY H08SITER W. RAYMOND.

Exactly whereabouts in tbe State of Nevada lies tbe now depopulated and abandoned district once known to ita numerous residents, and introduced by "Tbe Reese River Reveille" to fame, as Silver Sheen, I shall not reveal, lest some enterprising person should start at once to Una it, and to "relocate"—that is to say, "jump"—the extremely valuable claims which some of my friends still own (and hope to sell) within Its borders. Suffice it to say, therefore, that Silver Sheen was somewhere between Washoe and White Pine, and partook, iu the opinion of its popula tion, of the favorable "indications" of both places. Certainly it looked qnita as promising as did oitber of those famously productive mining fields before their treasures had been diaoovered. But, to be candid, so does any point you may please to choose in that vast desert basin known as "the sage-brush country." Everywhere there are the same broad, arid valleys, in which feeble mountain streams lose themselves and disappear without gaining any goal the same bunch grass, withered and unpromising, but in reality nutrious,—a sort of standing hay, with seeds like kernels of grain held tightly in its fingers the same bare, weather beaten Balls, cleft by precipitous canons in which are hidden stunted plantations of pinon and cottonwood, and along the sides of which, after BUOWS melt in the early summer, innumerable flowers adorn the desolatlou with a brief glory tbe same dust columns, mysteriously rising in hot afternoons from the surface of the plain, and whirling in slow dances like tall, slender genii of the air the same exquisite mirage, mocking tbe traveler with visions ol rippling lakes and cool bowery islands, wuere in reality only the alkali flats stretch away, varied by an occasional clump of gray bushes the same inevitable, ubiquitous Bage brush, always old, always dusty, always wasting its aromatio fragrance upon heedless breezes or scornful men tbe white sage, small and silvery, beloved of cattle the soft blue sky, the transparent air that brings near the most distant horizon, and makes the day's loug journey seem in prospect but an hour's walk the magical hues of brown and purple that clothe at sunrise and sunset the mountain side, and the rich golden shade that rests upon the meadows and slopes of bunon grass these elements are found in so many localities, that 1 run no risk of exposing Silver Sheen to the invasion of "jumpers" when I say that it possessed them all. 1 am reasonably safe, moreover, in remarking that the district was richly endowed with mineral wealth. Who ever kuew of a mining district in the West that was not Of course it had a 'Mammoth" vein, and a "Eureka," and a "Crown Point No. 2," and a "Ruby," and numerous other promising vith names deposits, carefully baptized wi of good augury. Of course, also, there was a grand tunnel scheme for piercing through tho whole mountain range, and "developing its inexhaustible wealth and

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course tho ores were refractory, and wouldn't bo reduced without some patent process yet undiscovered, but certain to be discovered if "capital" could be had and of course there was a weekly paper, and half a dozen bar rooms, and talk of a church. So far, nobody oau distinguish Silver Sheen from many another district in similar ^circumstances. The driver of a semi-weekly stage, which carried the mail from Austin to all these districts in suooession, could scarcely have told tbe camps apart but for bis personal acquaintance with the bartenders and their Beverages, and with the peculiar bad pieoe of road that each canon presented.

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iving Joe he was oertainly unique, character dovelopa eccentricity much more easily in such rough societies than under tbe restraints and conventionalities of polite life. Ail tbe citizens of Silver Sheen were peculiar, each in his way, and each without attracting special comment upon his own oddity. Old Ueinrich, who would wear a mi bandana In place of a hat Sam Wcmberlll, wh. regularly put on a while ahirt and a blue swallowtail coat with brass buttons every Sunday morning Redhead Ptsie, who spent all bis earnings in bribing Shoshone Indians to show him the Los»« Silver Mint*—a inass ot nativo silver, concerning which everybody knows that it exists, and nobody knows where,—these gentlemen, and a host ot others who equan dered at poker nnd uionte the proceeds of their labor or their speculations, were allowed to pursue their ways without ridicule, censure, or admiration. Then why should Thanksgiving Joe be regarded as sinsular?

This singularity could not consist^ either, In the mystery that surrounded his previous life. As Col. Gore remarked iu a quiet evening gathering at the International, "The past, gentlemen—I say it without hesitation, and I think no person present will differ: if so, I would like to speak furtber with that person,—the past belongs to the individooal! It is sacred, gentlemen, sacred

A certain portion of tbe colonel's past had been spent in sacred sedation between stone walls and tbere were not a few among his auditors who had their own reasons for guarding their own memories. So no questions were asked by anybody, for fear of questions in reply. Every man's career was held to have began when he first "struck into Abe sage brush.1' For a new district

must be populated by the overflow from older ones, and It is the scum which overflows and if you keep stirring it np, why, nothing will ever settle. I fancy, moreover, that there is in this rude tolerance an element of noble feeling, a germ of charity, a recognition of the duty of giving another chance to those who, "the lack being 'against them," have fallen from respectability, even so far as the humiliation of public exposure. Certainly I have known some instances of lives once wrecked that were successfully reconstructed, -and launched again upon honorable voyages, from the friendly oblivion of such communities.

Yet, after all, Thanksgiving Joe had appeared in Silver Sheen in a manner calculated to distinguish him, even in that adventurous and tminquisitive society. For, as tbe colonel said to Mr. Pickens, of Chicago, when he pointed out to that gentleman, tbe morning after his arrival, the cabin of Thanksgiving Joe, high up the canon, half a mile beyond any other, "He never came to Silver Sheen at all, sir Silver Sheen came to him. When our hardy pioneers first entered this secluded but immensely endowed region, and penetrated U. the heart of its argentiferous belt, there, sir, prostrate upon tbe oatorop of the biggest quartz ledge in tbe camp, they found him lying, with a bullet in his shoulder, and—and a fever in his brain," added tbe colonel, to satisfy his ear for rhetoric.

This had, in truth, been the introduc tion of Joe's fellow citizens to bim. While he was still unconscious, oscillating between life and deatb, they bad scoured tbe neighborhood to find the villain who had shot bim. It must have been Ms "pardner and the shot bad been delivered from behind,—two circumstances which would have secured short shrift ior the culprit if he had been oaught. But the search was fruitless and the boys returned from such trivial distractions to the serious work of life. The distrlot had to be organized, and provided with a name "Murder Canon" did duty for a few weeks bat when Col. Gore made his appearance it was changed, after an elo quent speech from him, to "Silver Sheen." Than veins had to be discovered, and claims "located," "recorded," and "prospected." Yet Joe was not entirely forgotten. A rough cabin was constructed over the very spot where he bad been found in this tbe sick man was made rudely comfortable and, one at a time, the population took turns in watching with nim. Moreover, they located iu bis name, and set apart for him, two hundred feet ef the "ledge" on which he had fallen, and "which, gentlemen," said the colonel, "he had recorded with.his blood."

All this had happened two years before the time at which my story is going —by and by—to begin. Joe recovered his consciousness after a week, and his strength in the course of two months. The man who was with hinuwben he first awoke in his right mind, from the critical sleep that denoted the turning of the fever, remarked in describing the scene that he "never see a feller so grateful for nothln' at all. Thanked me lor a drink o' water's if it'd been a barrel o' whisky. Asked me war he was, an' I told him an' how he came thar, an' I told bim an' whether anybody was with him, an' I told him nary one an' I jest informed him what a kiting old hunt we had for the feller as drawed on him from behind, an' how mad we was not to git a holt on him and says he, 'Thank God!' and goes to sleep again like a baby."

The next man on watch had a few additional particulars to report. The patient had awoke again at midnight, and inquired after a buckskin money belt, which, having been found by his side apparently empty when he was first discovered, had been kept rather by aocident than design, and lay at that moment neglected on the floor in a corner of the cabin. The belt was brought to him: and he lifted it feebly, without any expression of surprise at its lightness, ran his fingers along the pliant leather to the end, and then with a sudden smile said, "Thank God!" and dropped to sleep again. The watcher, unaccustomed to hear such expressions of gratitude from men whose money belts had been rifled (for this was the universal verdict with regard to Joe's case), had subsequently examined the belt, and found in it a folded paper, bearing these words in a handwriting which might have been that of a woman —but on this point the witness, being no expert, and a little off practice besides, could not be positive: 'Lot us come before His presenco with thanksgiving and below them a date (time but no

Jace being given) and a single Initial J. ./he date was five years old. He had spelled out the motto, and returned the paper to its resting place, With a half superstitious feeling that it was an amulet of some sort. A similar impression prevailed among those who heard of It and from that day the convalescent was called Thanksgiving Joe, a title which he accepted without protest or inquiry. The "Joe" was a happy expansion of the found in the secret paper and, as the recipient of the name answered when thus addressed, it served all the purposes of a complete and perfect title. To a visitor who once asked him if that were bis real name, he replied simply, "It Is my given name and curiosity received no further satisfaction.

When Joe got well enough to work, he began as a day laborer for another miner for in all the new districts there are almost from the beginning a few at least who bring some money with them which they can employ In the more rapid development of tbe claims they select and by working for these few at high rates of wages the others earn the funds necessary lor the purchase of food and clothing to supply them while the

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lay open their own selected groun Like all the miners in Stiver Sheen, Joe did a good day's work for a day's wages. Laztuess was not the besetting sin of the boys, except, perhaps, on occasions when tbev really laid themselves out to be lazy. "Theu even Broadway could not turn out an equal number of periectly listless and vacuous loafers. At other times that sort of thing was left mainly to Col. Gore, whose business was loafing as a sort of master of ceremonies to the bar room of tbe International, in the profits of which he bad a share.

But Thanksgiving Joe had his own way of loafing. Nobody was more faithful than he with pick or sledge while tbe "shift" lasted but when work w*a done he would go off up the canon alone to his solitary cabin, and presently would be Men the slender smoke of bis fire as he fried his bacon and boiled his coffee. A little later Joe himself would be visible against the clear yellowing sky, as be sat silent in front of the cabin door, with his pipe in his mouth, and his bands placidly folded, a picture of rest and contented meditation. In any other state of society be would have been a strange figure. His hair and beard were long and snow white, his form slightly bent bat these

of age were merely tbe results of his fever, and were moreover contradicted bv tbe brightness of his dark eyes and the great strength which he

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occasionally exhibited. When the drift of tbe Desdemona caved in, and the day shift were all caught In the timbers, it was Joe who held up the lagging in the broken ground till the boys got a stull wedged under it, and crawled out safe and sound. And when the memorable cloud burst of '69 took place on the summit above Silver Sheen, and twenty feet of water came booming down the eanon, it was Joe who waded in tbe nick ot time to tbe sbeban where Sam Wetherill lay helpless wit rheumatism (the result, by tbe way, of too much white shirt on an inclement Sunday), and brought him bodily, mattress, vicuna blanket, and all, to the dry bank. In shorty Thanksgiving Joe was looked upon by his comrades as a sort of tutelary demi-god, a Hercules or Hiawatha, dwelling somewhat apart but readv to descend at a moment's no tice, and perform deeds of deliverance for the dwellers in tbe land below.

As they had taken turns watching with him while he was ill, so now they took turns in visiting him for it was soon discovered that before two or three listeners he was prone to silence, bat when a single friend approached sympateticaTly be would talk wil simple, homely elevation of spirit made bim seem like a messenger from another country. "He ain't oar kind exactly," the beys concluded "but he's a better kind, and no shenannigan about him either.'' ("Shenannigan" is the miner's terra for humbug). So they fell into the habit of strolling up the canon, one at a time, to hear Joe talk.

The nickname they bad given bim grew more and more appropriate as they learned to know him better for tbe characteristic feature of his moods and words was a marvelous perpetual gratitude. "No be don't look on the bright side neither," replied Sam Wetbenll, one day, to somebody's comment upon one of Joe's sayings "things don't have nary bright side nor dark side to him. Told me that himself. Says he, '.When things ift transparent, it's bright on, both sides,' says be, 'pervided there's alight on t'other which somewhat distorted version of Joe's apothegm conveyed well enough the meaning that was meant to shine through it.

With his first savings Joe had fitted himself out for a period of labor on his -own hook at tbe Mammoth vein, on which, by common consent, he held the central claim. But tbe Mammoth, like many another huge quartz outcrop in that country, seemed to consist of a maximum of barren gangne and a minimum of valuable ore. Black specks there were through tbe mass, ana now and then a considerable body of some unknown mineral, over which the most experienced miners shook their heads, and said it was "no doubt this yer base metal,and wouldn't amalgamate worth a red." Joe toiled patiently on, however, until he had sunk his prospecting shaft, without aid from any other person, to the depth of twelve .feet, and bad extracted from it. a dozen tons of rock, out of which a couple of tons of ore were, with much hammertoe and overhauling, selected. By this time the little five-stamp mill had been erected in the camp and to this establishment Joe packed a ton of his selected ore, to have it "worked" as a test. In a few days a stylish certificate was returned to him, from which it appeared that his ore had yielded two dollars and fifty cents, while the charge for operating upon it was twenty-five dollars. It took the last coin in his leather belt to pay tbe bill but he paid It like a man, and walked straight back to the Desdemona, where they were glad enough to take bim again Into tbe day-shift.

That evening Sam Wetherill found him smoking his pipe as usual in front of the cabin. This edifice, by the way, deserves a brief description. It %as constructed of pinon (nut-pine) Stems, sharpened at the lower end, and driven into the rocky debris, which took, in that locality, the place of soil. Three sides of the single apartment constituting the dwelling were inclosed. In one of them a door was constructed by the simple process of leaving out three or four stakes. The fourth side, or back, was formed by the projecting outcrop of the "Mammoth Ledge," itself and Joe having more room than he needed for his bunk and stool, and the shelf which served him as a table, bad carried on bis mining operations In tbe place where he slept and ate, gradually accumulating a heap of waste rock, which he piled up into a heavy partition between the bedroom and tbe mine. In this way the mine, which began by being in doors, gradually found itself out doors, and caused no further inconvenience to the house than might result from the dropping, after a blast, of a stray rook through the roof. But nobody was inside at such times and the damage was easily repaired with a little sage brush and adobe clay, the latter being, in fact, tbe universally useful material with which all leaks In Sliver Sheen were stopped against wind and weather.

It was before this mnd and stockade villa that Sam Wetherill found Thanksgiving Joe, after his first day of renewed experience In the Desdemona. Sam's way of meeting such a disappointment as he thought Joe bad experienced would have been to put on that white shirt and that blue dress ooat, and drown bis sorrows in a majestic spree at tbe International but, feeling Instinctively that this remedy would not suit his friend, he came up to show his sympathy in the way of words at least, not without a shade ot secret satisfaction that Joe had finally struck apiece or ill fortune, over which even he oould scarcely give thanks. "A little down on yer luck, old man?" was his condolorous greeting "Wal now, it was too bad for this yer Mam-

moth Ledge to go back on yer that way! That thar base metal don't do nothin' in tbe pans but jest flour the quick, an' slum it all up. But you jest hold up your head, old man, an' get a pardner, an' prospect around a little. It's no good, this yer coyotin' alone, an' backin' out o' yer hole every time you want a drink o' water. If hadn't gone in with Dutch Heinricb, on tbe Bismarck Extension—almighty big thing too—I'd like to be yer pardner myself an' thar's Redhead Pete, he's a good hand to work, as long's he doe* work but he's off agin arter that loat stiver mine—somebodyrll find that thar mine some o' these days but it won't be Pete. Dutcby says there's no end o' stories about sich mines in bis country, and nobody finds 'em on purpoee. Some galoot out after jackass rabbits, or sage hens, or moantain sheep, jest accidentally pulls up a bush, or seta down on a rock, aa' happens to look between his boots, an' thar's a chunk o' the clear bullion 950 fine. But Pete—he'll never find nothin' but Injan wlcky-upe. However, yoa won't have no trouble about a pardner. Anybody'U be glad to get you, an' set yoa ap in bacon and beans to start on too. So you jeet shake yereelf. old man, an' cheer up. It's all far the best, you know—if yer able to see it in that

*%am was very well satisfied with the rate at which he was getting on in his new role of messenger of consolation but, as be afterwards expressed it, his "idees all leaked oat" of him. when Thankgiving Joe took his {ripe from his month, and said reflectively,—

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"There Isn't any other light, Is there?" "Wal, no," replied Sam in a dubious way, and added, with evident relief, as if be had found a solution, "not ef you see it in that light." "Exactly," continued Joe. "Light is light and there's only one kind, thank God!" "An' may I be—if you ain't the"—

These dashes are not my device ior indicating Sam's profanity. They show where that fluent blasphemer actually paused and choked, leaving a significant silence. For Joe's thanksgiving carried a sort of echo, in the presence of which a man couldn't start right off, and invoke heaven or hell as If nothing had happered. Moreover, Sam's choking attracted his own attention as a phenomenon. He stopped for a moment, pondered it, and "broke out in anew spot" as follows "The boys in this yer camp mention— Him, you know"—here Sam took off bis bat, and replaced it with tbe air of havine done the handsome thing for once ln~his life—"tol'ble frequent and free but I don't jest recall any enreas'nable number of era as lays 'emselves out to thank him. They ain't heavy on the thank! They jest let the parsons do that by contract, an' they take it mighty easy—only one shift a week, an' single band drillin' at that. But you do tbe

thankin' fur the erowd. Not that any body's got any 'bjection only, when you take to thankin' over them mill returns, it might sort o' seem to any feller that didn't know yer ways, as if you was p'raps rubbin' it in a trifle,— playing off on us, you know. Now, you can't be glad o' that thar base metal, you know it's agin reason." "I didn't say I was glad," replied Joe, imperturbably, watching the long shadows from tbe summit as they reached down like lingers, and claapea the settlement in the canon. "I am thankful now and I expect to be glad."

Sam seated himself by his paradoxical friend, like one who waB bound to get at the bottom of a mystery. "Go easy," said he "I ain't used to the road, but I'm bound to know what you're drivin' fur. Now, let's locate our discovery stake, an' take our bearin's. You don't handle pick an' sledge jest fur amusement, or yer shattered constitution. What do you figger on,—town lots, or rich quartz, or what 'n thunder?" "Patlenoe!" said Joe.

Sam Wetherill swallowed the first word that came to bis lips, and sat in silence for a while, trying to get up a substitute less objectionable, and equally expressive of bis feeling. But the vocabulary of ejaculations is small at best, and tbe habit of profanity narrows it still further. Nobody is so hopelessly stuck for a word as the man who suddenly suppresses a convenient oath. So Mr. Wetherill, in despair, whistled softly to himself a bar of "My name it Is Joe Bowers," and then, looking up, remarked, "Thar's a good prospect for that. Putty much everything that happens'll assay well enough, an' yield rich in the pans too, ef all you want to git out of it is patience, and not bullion." "Yes," said Joe "all things work together." '•Well, I give it up," replied Sam. "All I got to say is, you do as I tell you, an' git yourself a pardner. When you an' him work together, as you say, I hope you'll strike something that pays better'n patience—though I expect that pays too, in the long run. when a fellow comes to the last big clean up." And the honest miner, stepping down the zigzag trail to the canon, disappeared in tbe gathering shadows.

Thanksgiving Joe continued for a month his quiet and regular life then he took a partner after a fashion which rendered this natural and advisable step one of the most surprising of tbe many unusual features of his career In Silver Sheen. Everybody said he'd "be blowed," when he first heard of It and about half the camp bet two to one with the other half that it wasn't true, the takers being secretly of that opinion themselves, but accepting the odds just to make things lively. A very positive skeptic (no people are so positive, by the way, aa those who assume the negative) went so far, on being assured of the circumstance by Joe himself, as to offer to put up five dollars that Joe was mistaken. And Col. Gore, scarcely ever at a loss for words, was fairly staggered to express what at last he called the "preposterosity" of the story. For, according to the statements of the parties concerned, this meekest, mildest, quietest, and thankfullest of men had seleoted, out of a camp full of friends, the only man who was not bis friend— Bill Hazard, the new hand on the night shift at the Desdemona a fellow who was set down as a "rough," and quietly let alone. If anybody—even Joe—had killed him, it would have been reckoned nothing astonishing and the presumption would have been strong, in the absence of evidence, that "Bill must 'a' drawed on the other feller first." But that any one not himself a "rough" should join bands with Bill for any honest purpose was amazing beyond explanation.

Yet Mr. William Hazard bore an appearance which strangely belled bis reputation. He was handsome almost to effeminacy, with a smooth, pale, dark beauty which neither sun nor wind seemed to affect. But the delicacy of bisface was striking at a distance only upon a closer view it was perceived to bear tbe nameless shadow of evil passions,—a soft face grown bard. But some things distinguished Bill Hazard from bis class. Ho did not drink,—that was not so strange many ef these men are practically teetotalers but tbey usually abstain from stimulants because tbey are gamblers, and wish to be, under all circumstances, masters of themselves whereas Hazard did not play cards,—and, strangest of all, he uever indulged in that cheap vice, which, since it affects directly neither tbe personal efficiency of tbe individual, •cor tbe property interests of the community, is apt to be universally allowed and practiced in rude settlements: I mean profanity, "the only thing," as Sam Wetherill once.said (after he bad given it up, by tbe way, "swore off"),— "the only thing that a real poor sinner could git cheap."

This freedom from all vices was one great element that helped to make Bill Hazard Intolerable to his companions. Their instincts read clearly tbe principle which they conld not have pat in words, that true goodness of nature involves good nature. Perhaps Sam, after all, expressed it philosophically when be said, "These yer bad habits are tbe devil's contrivances, you bet an' he catches many a poor feller's soul that never

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lers to atrike it rich, an' make a home stake, an' just take their Wells Fargo drafts, an' git for the East, an' hnnt np their old folks, or mebbe their wives an' young una, an' leave off their liquor an' nevertomcha card—why, ef you'd ask 'em to 'ante up,' they womldn't know what yoa meant an' all these yer devil's traps was clean basted for them. But when you clap yonr eves on one of them smooth fellers like Bill Harard, as hard as a barren cap rock, yoa don't want no further news about bim. The devil's in him he don't go for to waste j* & Ay f' A.

no bad habits on a sure thing like that." No, Sam was not quite correct. He •overlooked a deeper lying truth. The vices that brutalize men are dead weights that bang upon them forever no cure can enable him to walk in the lull, ereot stature of manhood who was bent earthward for years under such burdens. And, on tbe other band, souls may be hardened by maliga passion, wbiob, nevertheless, being smitten aright, shall suddenly be transformed, ana Lucitfer become again the Son of the Morning. Hatred, akin to love, has somewhat of love's preserving 'power. It may ward off meaner fiends and though its condor talons, and dark, brooding -wings are surely fatal in tbe end to itsheipless captive, yet, if frightened from its nest in time, it may soar gloomily away, to return no more, and leave behind tbe resoued soul like a child unharmed.

Thanksgiving Joe, replying to tbe remark or Sam Wetherill above quoted, put the argument in a homelier way:— "I don't

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good deal like sickness. When I bad my fever, I should never have pulled through unless I had been helped by my good constitution. A man may have one thing pretty bad, and get over it but, if be has too many things ailing him at once, It's a poor show for the doctors. Now, If Will was only cured of the one thing that troubles him, I think he would be a pretty healthy man whereas you boys, If you don't look out, will get yourselves tangled up with so many diseases, tbat your moral constitutions will be just disintegrated, like any old outcrop, and nothing will take bold of you. And thank God!" added Joe softly, half to himself, "I believe I can cure him."

Sam was surprised to bear the new partner called "Will,"—a form of his name which no one else in tbe camp employed. It argued even affection for him being as far removed from the ceremonious fhMr.," on one hand, as from the "Bill" of mere ordinary acquaintanceship, on the other. But be made no comment, and presently sauntered homeward, more than ever convlnoed that Thanksgiving Joe was "too good for this yer style thing," and would certainly get Into trouble with his kind heart ana foggy head, if some friend without too tender a conscience did not stand between bim and the perilous results of his unsuspioious kindness. The conclusion of this train of thought was a resolve to "keep an eye on that Hazard an' if he tried any games on Joe, jest put a hole In him."

That was tbe evening of the day on which the partnership had been formed. It had been negotiated at sunrise, as the day shift going into the Desdemona met the night shift coming out. Bill Hazard, coming out of tbe mine, looked up, as if drawn by a strange, horrid fascination, to tbe long white outcrop of tbe Mammoth vein, that caught tbe first tints of day, and stood out clearly over the dimness of the deep canon. Then be turned away with set teeth, as if the sight both pained and angered bim, ana, as he turned, felt on his shoulder the hand of Thanksgiving Joe, whose face was moved as if with thd emotion of a sudden recognition. Hazard glanced at him carelessly, and started to pass on But Joe detained him, and said simply. "I want a partner, and I must have you. There's my place, yonder, on the hill. Come up to-night, and talk it over."

Something in the tone of Joe's voice startled the listener. It was like a voice, perhaps, that he had heard before: but as he hurriedly glanced again at tbe speaker, who bad partly turned from him to point out the cabin on the mountain, he saw only the white hair and beard and tbe stooping shoulders. It was certainly a stranger. Yet he could not command a perfect cynicall ndifference in replying to the stranger's wordB. There was a shade of sadness In his answer— "If you talk it over, you'll change ^our mind. You made some mistake »n your man." "Then I won't talk it over,' replied Joe. Call It settled. No mistake, thank God—on my part. I shall expect you. You know where to find me.' And, with another gesture toward his cabin, he moved away. "No, not there," ejaculated Bill Hazard fiercely, Tbe other was already some distance away and his features were not distinctly seen as he paused at these words, and stood with his back to the morning but his voice carried mingled compassion and command. "Yes, there!" said he, and, swiftly striding towards tbe mine, met tbe rest of the night shift hastening homeward. At the same moment he overtook his own companions the two parties were mingled. «Mv last day with you, boys,' he remarked cheerfully.

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I are going to try our luck as partners.' Thus the surprising ne*s was conveyed in a trice to the two classes that composed the population of Silver Sheen —namely, those who worked by day, and those who worked by night. Before Jee came oat of the Desdemona at tbe close of his shift, in the afternoon, everybody had heard of it.

After Sam Wetherill's brief call that evening at the cabin, Thanksgiving Joe sat alone, waiting for tbe other visitor whom he expected. His usual calm demeanor seemed to have forsaken him. He piled brush on the smoldering fire where he had cooked his supper, until it flamed like the beacon that Hero set to guide the course of her coming lover. By its blazing light he strove to see down tbe path that led to the canon, but to bla dazzled eyes tbe shadows were darker than before. Far below, like stars reflected, twinkled the candles In many a window but between them and bim was a black gulf. Drawing from his pocket a worn newspaper, be began to read, by way of enforcing patience but nothing attracted bis interest until his eye fell upon a bold headline introducing tbe governor's proclamation of Thanksgiving Day. The name reminded bim ot bis own tobriquel and be glanced down tbe lines as If tbe announcement bad some special meaning for bim. The gevernor, not unwilling to combine business with worship, bad painted in brilliant colors the productiveness of tbe valuable mines tbe State, and hinted, as additional cause for gratitude, tbat new discoveries well worthy of the attention of capitalwere -daily made. Tbat part Joe over with a smile, thinking, per-

ists passed) haps, ol ps,of his Mammoth vein, and its perfidious 'base metal.' Over another paragraph he paused with brightening looks. It alluded to the circumstance tbat all the states now observed, in accordance with tbe Presidents recommendation, a simultaneous Thanksgiving Day. His thoughts wandered to tbe east, over deserts and tnountains, and the great plains and tbe great rivers, to tbe Jersey village which he bad not seen for five years from which, since bis fever, two years ago, he bad not beard. The memory was disquieting for it was bis own course alone tbat had thus cut bim off—from whom? Only one friend and she only a friend. It was Thanksgiving Day. too, when be saw her last. The parson's sermon—he had forgotten it, all but tire text, tbat Jenny bad writ{Oontinued on Third Pagt^]

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WM MACK, (Speaker House of Rep. ZENOR,Rep Harrison county. S CAUTHORN, Kep Knox county.

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ExpectoranTiBROWN'Sfit

The old reliable remedy for all Throat and Lung Diseases, is a scientific preparation, compounded from the formula of one of the most successful practitioners in tin Western country. It has stood the test for the last twenty years and will effect a cure after all other cough remedies have failed.

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HALT* OF REPRESENTATIVES. 1 INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., Feb. 15,1871. DR. J. H. BROWN—We have used your "Brown's Expeotorant" and take pleasure In saying that It is the best medicine for coughs, colds, hoarseness, and cheerfullv recommend it to all who may be trouble?' with Throat and Lung affections.

MONTGOMERY, Rep Johnson county. TARLTON,Rep Johnson and Morgau oountles. SCHKLL, Doerkeeper House of Rep. N WARBUM, Rep Banoock county.

ABBOTT, Rep Bartholomew county E CALKINS,Rep Fulton county. NO W COPNBR, Rep Montgomery county. W NEFF, Rep Putnam county.

IT ACTS LIKE MAGIC. OFFICE J. M. AND I. R. R. Co., 1 i* JEFFKRSONVILLE, Ind., April 6, 1871. DR.J. H. BROWN—Having suffered with a severe cough for some time past, I was induced to try one bottle of your "Brown's Expectorant." I unhesitatingly say I found It pleasant to the taste, and to act like magic. A few doses done th'e work for the cough, and I am well.

DILIjARD RICKETTS,

President J. M. and 1. K. K.

READ WHAT GEN. KIMBALL SAYS. INDIANAPOLIS,Ind., Dec. 20,1S69. DIT. J. H. BROWN—After having used your "Expectorant Syrup" long enough to know and appreciate Its good qualities, I can cheerfully bear testimony to its uniform success in curing the most obstinate cases of coughs, colds, eto. I have frequently administered the "Expectorant" to my children, and always found It the very best as well as the most pleasant remedy of its kind

NATHAN KIKBALL, Treasurer of State, WHAT ACASE OF CONSUMPTION SAYS. David A. Sands,of Darlington, Montgomery county, says: "My wife has been atlllcted with consumption for a number of years and during that time has tried most all of the medicines recommended tor that, disease without affording any relief. I was Induced by the recommendations ol Dr. Park, druggist at Darlington, to try'Brown's Expectorant Syrup,' a to say that my wife is

ana I am uow happy so much improved I

am confident it will entirely restore her health by Its continued use." IT CURES BRONCHITIS. ^EDINBURGH, Ind., August 28,1871.

This is to certify that I have used Brown's Expectorant in my family since its first introduction. It has never failed to give eutire satisfaction. My wife is subject to bronchitis, and I ave found no remedy equal to "Brown's Expectorant." I recommend it as a safe and reliable remedy

J. T. BRENTON, M. D,

Brown's Expectorant

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Compound Syrup of Hypophosphites.

"It Is perfectly safe, and the taste pleasant."

THEIt

first apparent effect Is to Increase the appetite. assista digestion, and causes the food to assimilate properly—thus tho system Is nourished. It also, by its tonic action on the digestive organs induces more copious and regular evacuations. Its effect on the mucous membrane is such that easy expectoration is produced not only fes easily eposited,

are the air passages easil ady dep

voided of the secretion already manner, while the formation of tubercle is retarded. The rapidity with which patients take on flesh while under tho influence of the Syrup, of itself Indicates that no other preparation can be better adapted to help and nourish tho constitution, and hence be more effaclous in all depression of spirits, shaking oi*trembling of the hands or body, cough, shortness of breath, or consumptive habit. The nerves and muscles become strengthened and tbe blood purified.

but its collection is carried on in healthy

FELJXW8 COXPOUJID SYRUP OF HYPOPHOSPHITE8 Speedily and permanently cures Congestion of the Langs, Bronchitis, Consumption, Nervous Prostration, Shortness of Breath, Palpitation of the Heart, Trembling of the Hands «Hd Limbs, Physical and Mental Depression, Loss of Appetite, Lews of Enegry, Loss of Memory. It will rapidly Improve tne weakened functions and organs of tbe body, which depend for health upon voluntary, seml-v«luntary and involuntary nervous action. It acts with

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Catarrh Twenty Y»aw, Developed to Lung*.

Cured in the Fall and Winter of 1875, after trying a variety of remedies. His catarrhal troubles were mucb increased by services and exposures of the war, and were over twenty years duration, developing finally to tbe Lungs, causing great uneasiness and considerable alarm. His improvement was slow, but steady,-only look one bad cold through the winter, but was subject to frequent and severe colds before. After using tlx bottles "Sure Cure," he paid for six more

and after

using them felt entirely well but

to make assurance doubly sure hn used three

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ending off gradually according

to directions. This ca*e is another of our citizens who la now, and was then, connected with the "Chicago Gas Co.," 76 Dearborn street, residence 145 south Green. His name Is li. V. Taylor, and be is known as "the Gas Meter Man." For sale by

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"Who may be suffering from the effects of youthful follies, Joss of manhood, etc. Will do well to avail themselves of this, the greatest boon ever laid on the altar of suffering humanity. Sent free to any adarem. DR. RODS 103 Adams street.

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