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.CJIBISTfflAS AMONG THE ROCKIES.
I'iittcnec Snj/f/oii ( ) / / ( n Ilnmante.
Up iu the Kocky mountains , in Colorado ,
0,000 feet above soil lovcl , I struck ii vein of
peed mineral and surveyed a claim. I built
fno u log cahiti , and there , miles away from
liuiuau hubUntion , I lived alone. Far
tny
clew mo , Hko ii thread , was Otto Mears's
toll-road from Sllvcrton to Ouray a road
that cost $10,000 a mile. In clear weather , I
Could sco the stages whirl along this , or , lilce
n line of Hies , n mulo-train pass on In single
file , and sometimes , like small ants , a heavy-
loaded burro-train. Them reminds mo of a
green feller I sco , reading about a , burro ns
was knocked ott a road by n landslide.
"Serves "em right , " said ho , "for taking
that heavy furnitoor 'way up there. " He
wasn't much on spelling , and didn't know a
tmrro was the Colorado name for a donkey.
tl'ho burro is the salvation of the mountain
minor , for the little creatures kin walk on
the pii'ket-edgo of nothing and never miss a
foot and carry a load that weighs more than
they ilo. Far below the toll load the Un-
cupuphro , brown mi' dark in the shudders
nnd silver in the sunlight , meanders through
the valley. How far down ? Wall , ono
place. on that road is a cut torn from a solid
inountatn wall and u look down of 1)00 ) feet.
Jt Is a ticklish place , but wugets used to
them things after a time.
For six months in winter I was snowed in
} n my lonely cabin. I could hear the roar of
the icy gales through the crashing timber ,
nnd oni'o in a while another sound that
you never forgot. A fearful roar like
u moiiBtrouH wave breaking over Jagged
rocks and carrying with it a grand big ship ;
there's a Jar of the airth , a snap of trees , a
crunching and rumbling , and a thunder of
rolling rocks , with a queer sense of nsm'ing
not where you may bo , but fur off. 'I Hat's n
snowsllde. It begins on a mountain peak ,
creeping slow , iv white mass , gathering
inoro at every inch , getting tighter for a
clinch , then faster , taking everything In
Its path , cutting n clean swath , like a scythe ,
then whirling , roaring , swallowing up u cabin
with shrieking men , oru b'ar , hid and sleep
ing for the winter. Then you understand
what I mean by moving , for the air is full of
it , and it lasts till , with a inutllcd thunder
clap , the whole mass drops down into the
valley miles a\vay.
Then the summer storms , when the light
ning don't Hccm no further off than n stone's
throw , and glares and blinds and goes streakIng -
Ing ribbons of lire over the pines , while
you're ' dazed and deafened by the thunder.
Don't that thunder boom I a-pluying catch
across the crags the last ono sending it
back and all of it kinder condensed and held
in canyons , mm each new roar and each
past ono mingling together until there's
u very fury of sound , like nothing clso on
earth , '
Agin , ono day you scon mount'iu peak , n
pray cloud kinder hovering , low , it's soft and
full of crinkles and rolls Hko cotton batting
nil Hung in a heap ; bymoby them's a chill in
the air. and the gray cloud , now the sun
don't shlnu on it , gets black as ink. U gets
closer and lower , and alt of u sudden turns
into a Hlicet of dazzling silver , Now under
it Is a big vlvcr coming with a rush and roar ,
faster than an avalanche and churning up
rocks , earth , trees , animals and men in Us
awful boiling current. That's u cloud-burst ,
It HM ells the water in every stream in the
valley anil the river beyond , where the
streams empty , goes mad and rushes on over
homo and farm , carrying havou and misery
all along Its course.
The slleneu uiHiiountutn is awful ,
I've gene out and yelled Jest foi
the company of an echo. Then
worse than the quiet is the sound of some
thing walking after night , Sometimes
there's a slinking four-footed creature like
u monstrous yeleer cat , with the slyest call
of any animal devil that's u mountain lion ,
Often there's n heavier treud and a clums.v
creature goes snlflllug by n grizzly ; hoean'l
bo tamed , nor thu little black Imp of his
family connection. Then ugaiu there's t hi
sound , but when you look , there ain't uoth
ing to make it. That's the worst or all
That's ghosts.
My mlno Is a tunnel 100 feet into n moun
tuiiisldo , and often toward night whei
I'm working I hears tup , tap , tup , toll
and low , but clour as preaching.
then , for them's the mine 8 | > eeriti
uiul I don't wuuter git 'cm. It's funny , uin'i
itt But you Just up-mountnlu uloue and boi
how you feel after a while.
Twice u week a burro train cauio Uveut ;
miles from Ouray for my ore , coming up a
trail I made to my mine , not three foot wide
and Just cnl out of the rock and ground.
Them , and tlio man with 'em , was mighty
cheerful to see after days 0t silence. Let
ters ? No-I never had a soul to write tome ,
but newspapers u week or a mouth old it
didn't matter. Thev was comfort , and me ,
setting up in that cabin , forgot by all human
creatures , could through them papers feel
the beating heart of the great world.
Last September I got the bines so bad that
I quit work ono day nnd went down to the
toll road , timing my trip so as to sco the
stage pass and to git from some passenger
something to read. A feller give mo a book
-ailed "Dombcy and Son" one day. Gosh !
hem old seafaring fellers was the gamcst
irowd I over see. Cuttle's my choice. I
.mow the book by heart , and Florence and
Walter and that shop and Soli Gills is Jest
is natoral as if I bed knowed 'cm. Why , I
et and read that over so much seemed like
could jest sco'cm come inter life , an'bo
ai folks In the firelight. Like to know
Dickens , the feller that wrote 'em. Dead ,
! s ho ? Wnl. wal. ho'll never know what
i comfort ho was to me. When I git
ho churnco I um going to lay a
ivreath of posies where ho is planted and
tell him them books he's writ has been
moro'n a gospel to us miners in the moun-
ta'ns , nnd I'll say I come clour from ono o'
the newest states In the new world to give
x.iim my humble thanks.
Where was I ? Oh , on the toll-road. I set
there and smoked my pipe , looking down the
gulch on the Uncapaghro sparling like a sil
ver cord fur below , and listening to the wind
whispering through the pines , and then I
heard a sound. The road is so sun-dried and
hard it echoes. This was a sorter pattering ,
and wa'n't no shod creature either. It
can't bo a mount'in lion , I says to
myself , ho wouldn't dare bo hero. I felt for
my gun revolver , you know and then I sco
tills was a dorg. A Gordon setter , and a
thoroughbred. White and black , with the
humancst eyes I over see in a animal. I
called him , and after a survey he come and
seemed friendly enough. Ilo was footsore
and lean , and looked like lio'cl como n long
"iy. I picked a cactus thorn out of his paw ,
d wu'n't ho grateful ? I kept n watch
'round a turn of the ground for his owner ,
and pretty soon 1 see four burros , heavy
loaded , and walking behind them a youngish
feller. Ho was tall and broad shouldered ,
dressed Hko the most of us in rough
clothes , woolen shirt , sombrero and
long boots. Ho was bronzed some ,
had curly hair , pleasant blue eves
and a straggling mustache trying hard to
cover n mouth pretty as a woman's ,
"Good day. " ho says , halting the pack of
animals. "Thanks for helping the dog. It
was careless in mo not to look when ho
limped. "
' Howdy , " I says , looking him over.
' Stranger in tlieso p.irts ; "
"England , " ho answers , setting down on a
rock and moppinghis forehead.
"Miner ! "
"Going to bo. By the way , am I anywhere
near the claim of a man named Day ? "
"Von be , " I says cautious , "near Blgo
Day's tunnel. It's up that trail. "
"You must know him ? "
"Sum'ut. Do you ! "
"No , the claim I Jiavo purchased of Gen
eral Itaymoml of DIMWIT , Is n hulf-mllo fur
ther up the mountain than his. "
"PoKerSum , " 1 gasps , and mcbbe I swore
Rome , for the young feller looked sortoi
b'prlsedflint's his old gag , Rends 'em
hero , mentions my iminp and gits mo Intel
his schemes. Stranger , last month then
was seven men I'd never sol
eyes on nforo traveling up thai
trail on tlto lookout for Blge Day's claim
They winio different ways and times , ant
swore in dlff'rent lungwldgcs , but nil was
directed , by General Haymoiiil where he
got the general ho don't know hlssolf um
hud ull bought claims of him. I unsweroi
'em civil at first , but m.v dander got up and
took the last one u slim fellow from Now
York and I says : 'See that speck up there
that p'lnt. a half-mile up mount'in wal
that's It. If you don't keer for ycr lifo in
has good legs you might reach It ullvo. I
you've breath loft then you kin dUktver i
tunnel slv foot Inter the mount'in , and rock
ull the rock you want , but there never was
nor never will be , any streaks of pay-dlr
there , and no way of gitting it down if there
was , Homo of her secrets this eli
mount'in won't give up , and when ,
a human gits over-bold In climbing up mu
trying to find out , why she jest shots dowi
ou him at the start , ' "Poker Sam plajed you
fora sucker" I looked him over "and I
guess you was easy to play. "
"Possibly , " hu says carelessly. Ho drawed
out a cigar and give mo one. He sot back
.hen , smoking coolly , his lint siderhim and
.ho little rings of hair curling 'round his
'orehead. I chewed my cigar awhile to git
astc.
"Busted ? " I asks. '
"In the vernacular of the country , just
hat , " he laughs.
"Ilich folks , mcbbe ? "
"Haven't n soul to care whether I
ivc or die. " Ho looked kinder far
iwny then , and I would bet agin
icuvy odds that there was a gal concerned
n it. I took : i big shine to the feller , and
iftcr a while I offered him a job up to my
nine , to work on shares , him to throw in the
rrub-stako ho had with him. Ho was wili
ng enough , so after that day Ed that's
lame enough , for a story and mo was pards.
Folks used to call mo "Groundhog Bige , "
and they nicknamed him "English Ed , " but
i usually called him "Purd. " Got along ?
You bet. I was n ignorant , old crea-
, uro and ho was college lamed , but
, hnt wasn't no diff'renco ; ho was
friendly to mo as to a chum of his own class ,
mebbo more so , for when I got rheumatics ho
was off to Ouray and cold , too to git lin-
nermcnt , and played the nurse complete. Ho
was lots of company , nnd so was the dorg
Doe was the pup's name. Purd took Just as
much int'rest in Cuttlo and Gills as me , nnd
pot more books ; ono about tho'gumcst old
feller , Pickwick , and the eating and drinkIng -
Ing in that volume would make your mouth
water. Wo read him whilst wo cat pork
and biscuit and drunk coffee 'thout no milk
nor sugar. Wo was doing well in the mine ,
but when you think of the ways vittles haste
to bo brought on the backs of them burros
you ain't setting up for entrys as Ed used
to say. Ho was n cheerful feller , but given
fits of gloom never said n word about his
folks though.
"Bout " Chris'mus time , nnd wo wan't so
snoweil in by then but that you could git
along on snawshocs , we was reading Pick
wick over agin. He read aloud in dlff'rent
voices , making it jest as real us live folks
n-talking , when I says sudden : "I'll do It ,
by gosh I"
"What ? " Ho kinder Jumped , and the pup
riz up and licked my hand.
"Why. " says I , "I'll hoof it to Ouray nnd
lay in a chicken a turkey if I can git it ,
pertuters , and a squash , and cranberries nnd
the truck to make n plum pudding. I'll cele
brate. I can't hear of them Dickens fellers
eating no more nnd try to fill myself up on
salt horse and slops. I'll git ono good feed if
it takes a leg or costs u life. "
"It will bo the latter , " ho says ,
sober enough ; "you couldn't ' makeu walk
ing market of yourself over three feet of
snow on the edge of u precipice. "
"I'm light and easy on snow shoes , "
"But'iJio interrupts , "wliut's the matter
with my going ? "
"You ain't , " I answers , bringing to mind
his attempts to walk on suowslmes and his
wubbling.s , "you ain't no bird on 'em , Purd , "
Ho laughed then Hkoa boy.
"It's u deal , " I says , "and termorrcr , the
21th , I'll sot off early nnd git Wick bv night
and we'll set up and eat till morning. I'll
git brandy for the pudding suss , but pard , "
I finishes anxious , "how is them puddings
made ? "
"Why , Hour , ralslns lard or butter some
thing that's rich "
"nutter " 1 in " "is
, puts , eighty cents n
pound at Ouruy , and I guess that's rich
enough. " .
" Uuttcr , currants , molasses to .make it
brown , and spice mixed and cooked. "
"I cul'lato I'll get it mixed to the store , " I
says , "and my traveling will beat it up. "
"Then you sew It up in a bag which you
boll , and make a sauce of brandy that you
IKiur over and sot afire , and it burns blue
ll.ime. This is the way wo used to have It lit
homo. " His face grew sad , and I know he
was going inter thorn glooms ugln.
"Waste of good liquor , " 1 says under my
breath , but he didn't note mo.
I sot out early next morning , leaving him
and the pup at home. It wasn't bad going
and the air was fresh ami full of sunshine.
They was s'pribcd to see mo at Ouray , and
laughed u deal at the truck I bought and
paid for with the gold dust. I found the
pudding stuff so heavy that I really hud It
mixed in u lull. 1 went over to u saloon for
awhile , and It was about U in the afternoon
when I como back for my things. 1 hud
asked the storekeeper , who was also ixist-
mubtcr , If there wcroany letters for Pardbut
there wu'n't. I tied the elght-i > ound tur
key 'round my neck with the pud.
ding pail , the vegetables anil a squash that
seemed to weigh a ton before I was four
miles on my way. I filled m.v pockets with
papers and books , and a bottle of brandy and
tobacco. As I fixed mysnowshovs , tlio store
keeper came out.
"Queer thing , Bigo , " ho says ; ' "bout an
hour 'fore you got back from the saloon on
Englishman named Ingalls was hero arsking
if I knowed your pard , Ed. I told him where
ho was and off liogocs. Impatient nnd stuck
up enough , wouldn't listen to no caution.
Thought mebbo our mount'in trail was n
bolerward wnero ho could find hoss-kccrs
and them two-wheeled cabs with a Jay up be
hind. Off ho jumps like a fiush. I
says , 'Try it , young feller , you'll bo back in
nn hour or two. ' I clean forgot all about you
was going that way. "
"I'll meet him , " I says and starts. The
crowd give three cheers for me , and wished
men "Merry Chris'mus I" "Keep some of
that pudding for me till spring , it will bo
hard enough , " yells the storekeeper , "for
you wouldn't take no soda in it. " Pard hadn't
mentioned soda and I wouldn't put it in ,
though it was argued it oughtor be done.
"S'long I" I calls and goes on. For three or
four miles I could see tracks quite plain in
the snow and I kept a look-out for Ingalls ,
but my progress was awful slow. I was
so beat out that I swore at the vittles ,
Pard nnd Chris'mus straight along.
The turkey growed heavier and heavier , and
once I lost it and had to go back a hnlf-mllc.
I wa'n't a likely pictur' as I flourdcrcd along ,
and was ugly enough to fight my best friend.
Curious enough , I put all my mud on that
seller ahead. "Th& idee , " I'd say , "of him
daring to climb this mount'in ulono in snow-
time. "
'Bout ten miles on my way , Just ns I was
stralglit'ning up my back after making an
other hitch on the turkey , I felt something
sharp strike my face. 1 knowed I was in-for
It. for snow at Cliris'mus time in thcso
mount'ins means draknes , drifts , and death.
But that didn't stump me. Every inch of that
road was plain as a map in my mind , and
blunted by cold , stunned by the snow nnd
darkness , I forgot Ingalls entirely and
must huvo passed close by him. I hud
enough to do to fight for my own life. On I
goes , nnd game enough to hang to the truck ;
I wa'n't going to bo beat outer that dinner
for all the snow in Colorado. Every now
and then when I got kinder sleepy and n sly
idee kep' coming , how slick it would bo to
Ho down and take n nap that means never
git up , but free to death the old turkey
would sling around und fetch mo n smart
slap in the face. I kinder growed to think
tlio old bird wanted to bo roasted and git up
to the cabin to give his remains for the cele
bration. , ,
I got along all right tjll I got to whcro I
ought to turn off to the jtruil , and there I
dasscnt leave the road. 11 wasn't sure whcro
It lay. I listened and I Iieurd the mullled
souhd of a gun , and thlsj followed , wonder
ing where Pard got his sense , I stumbled
up the mountain side , a-hollcring , and soon I
got a answer and the hmiplest sight of my
lifo I see a big yaller glare. It was Pard
n-burnlng kerosene. i.
"Glad it's cheap , " I say ironical , for It
ain't. Ho laughs and takes nil the truck
and flounders on nhead u distance , where ,
by the howling , I known ! Doe was tied , and
then thu house was all lit up.
"Made three stationH ( town the path , "
he explains ; "house first , dog next ,
myself with the gun und bonfire
last. " . . )
"You'll do , " I says , Inflow around look
ing at the stuff I'd brought , found some
cloth and made a bug inly .which ho put the
pudding mixture , tied it , and slung the sumo
into n kittle of boiling water which he hung
over the fire.
"Tho water'll git In it. " I says , "them
stitches Is too loose. "
"It cooks out , " ho answers , beginning to
cut up the squash , "now sit down , Bigg , and
get straightened out , " he goes on , bringing
me a glass of brandy.
"I asked for a Jotter for ye , but thcro
wa'n't none , " I says , beginning to draw off
niy boots.
"You wore , vcry kind , but there is no ono
to write. "
"Land of the living I" I yells , Jumping up ,
"them tracks nhead that feller. " It come
to me all of u sudden , w hero was ho J
"What did you say f'usks Pard. keerless
like.
"Ingalls , " I gasps.
"Ingalls , " ho repeats , gittlng white , "foi
pity's sake who what do you know ot
hunt"
I told him. Ho listened quite a minit
hen goes to where his overeat was hanging
on a nail.
"Where are you froing ? " I says ,
"To look for him ? "
"Why ? What's he to you ! "
"My worst enemy. "
"Pard , you're a , fool , If mo , nn old monnt'i-
icer , lied a hard light for lifo a half hour
igo , what will it bo for you ? and tlio storm
s worse. The feller's dead now. anyhow.
Mebbo he went buck sure ho did , and you
don't budge u step. "
"You are sure ho did not go back , " ho says
quietly , lighting the lantern , "Lot go , Day ,
1 mean to start. "
"You're snowshocs ' git
so smart ou , you'll
ibout a mile and then tumble over u preci
pice. "
"I think not , " he says soberly ; "if I do , it
don't mutter. "
"Well , I'm not going. "
"I wouldn't lot you , " says ho.
"Oh , you wouldn't , " I growls , "you
wouldn't , hey. You young whipper-snapper ,
vou cub , you. Let me go. I'll Jest lot you
* now you don't stir n foot out till I git fixed ,
[ lore you are starting off with n lantern and
a dorg , no brandy , no rope , nothing. "
"The dorg will scent him. "
"Tho dorg will bo snowed in forty rods
from the house , nnd n dead dorg in forty
minits if wo don't kerry him. "
Ho hung his head. " 1 don't want you to
risk your lifo , " ho stammers.
"Ed , " I says , "you are all the thing I
have in this world to kecr for. If I'd n son I
couldn't love him moro'n you. Come. "
Wo left the dorg in the cabin , with food
whcro ho might 'git ' at it if
wo didn't como back , and I
was pretty sure he'd break the winder and
git out if wo were long away. Park fixed n
candle in tlio winder nnd put logs on the fire ,
and then wo sot out. I hud the lantern tied
on my back and had made a rope fust to
Pard.
The night was Jest like n curtain of black
velvet and absolutely still. Tlio air was
thick and wet and stupefying. So wo goes
on. The snow being damp and packed some ,
nnd that kep' us in the trail , but it was hum
worko and I was already wore out. At last
wo tumbled into the road and stops a minit.
"Ho never got as fur as this , " I says , "and
I'd better go on alone. You stay hero und
I'll shoot when I find him. " For answer
Pard ketches my lantern.
"If it's death to one of us , it shall como to
me. " ho says. "You stay here , I'll go. "
He'd cut the rope that bound us and was
off inter the dark. I knowed one of us must
have sense , and if wo lost that little trail up
mountain , wo was done fur , so I waited. I
yelled to him to try nnd keep Inside from the
edge of the road ; but I doubt if ho heard ,
the air was so deadened , Tlio time I waited
seemed years , I made fast tlio rope to a
tree near the trail , and kept one end of it and
mndo trips down ns fur as 1 could where ho
went , but dussont lot go. Bymoby I was so
sleepy and numbed I thoughtldreamtit , when
I sue n faint , ghostly light ucoming aw fu
slow nnd something big behind the light.
"I've got him , " says Ed , panting. "I fell
across him in the snow about four miles
down , I think ho is dead , "
Ho had him on his back nnd luckily the
stranger was n small , light chuii , hut us it
wus , it was awful. Wo took him between
us there was no time to try to bring him to
life , for tlio storm was thicker every minute
but wo tackled the brandy ourselves and
then started. I never sco sicli strength us
that pard of mlno had. He held most of the
feller and didn't seem to touch nirtli ntnll ,
in fact , the lust of the way ho dragged mo
Wo were pretty near beat out when
wo heard Doo's howl , that put now
life hi us , and soon the light
from the little cabin showed faint butstlddy.
The candle wo found nearly flickering out ,
but the fire on the hearth was hurlngibrlght.
The pup went crazy over the stranger ,
"Knew him In England , " says Ed.working
uway at the chap's boots. Wo got him un
dressed und rubbed him with snow and
poured brandy into his clenched teeth.
After nn hour or so of this wo could
see him breathe , and this encouraged ns for
new efforts. Tired I Wo were nearly dead ,
and if the stranger hud any skin
left on him , he was in luck , Bymeby ho
opens his eyes. "What did vou Hike mo up
for ? " he suys crossly , and drifts off tutor a
sleep.
"That's him , " says Ed bitterly , "he's a
natural kicker. "
"Who is lie ? " I usks uftcr wo had made
ourselves comfortablePard wus fixing the
fire.
fire."Tho pudding ain't spoiled , " ho mutters
"though thu water nearly boiled out of tin
tcttle. We'll have the dinner , after all ,
lo ? Oh , he's Larry Ingalls. He and I
vcro orphans distantly related to Sir John
Webster of well somewhere. Sir John
brought us up. Larry was a rich orphan. I
vas a poor one , and Sir John hud u daugh
ter "
"I cal'lated thcro was n young woman in
ho case , " I says.
"Lady Maud. She was a sister to botli of
us when wo were youngsters , but when wo
were grown , I fell in love with her and so
did Larry , who always did as I did. Wo had
v bitter quarrel , ho and I , and I told him
Uuly Maud loved me and he , the cur , went
mil explained everything to her father. I
wus ordered out of tlio house and came here ,
that's till. I don't know what Ingalls wants
of mo. I suppose he came to tell me ho had
married Lady Maud. "
'Bout noon the next day I got up nnd fixed
the turkey to roast and the vcgotabbles. and
sot the pudding back over the fire. Somc-
iow , though it had n shape and was
iiaru , I didn't feel much confidence in
it. Ed was lying in a corner
lest wore out. While I was a-fussing
round , I see the now feller looking at me.
"Whore urn I ! " ho asks. I told him , and
said who saved his lifo at tlio risk of his
own , and hinted that I didn't think tlio life
if a mean feller was worth saving , ami such
liud better go back where they como from.
"But you don't know nil. " ho savs wistful ,
Ills eyes full of tears. "Ed and I did quarrel ,
but 1 did not tell Sir John. "
"Oh. you didn't. " I sneers , "likely story. "
"Lady Maud did , she told her father that
she loved Ed and she wanted to marry him.
She is that kind of a girl. She never had a
secret from him. Of course ho was angry
and turned Ed out. I was moan enough to
bo glad at first , for I know her father would
give Maud to me , but she grew so thin and
unhappy , ami took such a dislike to me , that
I was sorry enough for the whole affair. I
tried then to find Ed , I give you my word I
did , nnd then an uncle came from Australia ,
that Ed used to brag nljput when ho was n
child and say ho would bring back a trunk
full of gold. Well , he really did come buck
with lots of money , and ho and Sir John
are great friends now. Ho is a sick
man , or ho would have come to
America with mo. I came for
Lady Maud's sake , She said , If I would
find E < 1 she would give mo the old sisterly
affection. I told her 1 would be n knight of
the round tnblo and find the holy grull n
cup , you know. "
"Oh , " 1 says , "sorter prize winner , oh ? "
"Though that Is u comical comparison for
Ed , who looks like n rough. I have been
watching him , but women generally like big
stupid bears. "
"Thank " Ed gittlng "I
you , says , up ,
didn't save your miserable life to bo abused ,
Lucky for you you were a little fellow , or
you wouldn't bo hero. "
"Came , though , " I puts in , "tho grit of
him , starting alone up tiicse mount'ins. "
Ed and him looked at cuch other like
two animals 'bout to fight , then I seen 'cm
lock hands und I knowed their eyes was
dim.
dim."I
"I brought you her photograph. She
sent It , " says : Ingalls , hunting around , "but
but I must have lost it. "
"Hero 'tis , " 1 says , "it dropped outer your
coat lust night nnd I set it by tlio fire to
dry. " The heat and wet had mussed it so
you couldn't tell what the piuter was ,
"Too bad , " sighs Ingulls , "I meant to give
it to you. I brought it all the way. "
"I carry her fuco in my heart , " laughs Ed ,
and then he fell to singing :
"Como Into thu KIIden ; , Stand ,
For thu blui'lj bat , night , lias flown ,
Como Into thu Harden , Muuil ,
1 am hem lit the gain nlonu : "
While Pard wus setting the table , Ingalls ,
who hud ull our bedding piled on him ,
crawled out and got on his clothes.
"You llvo high for minors , " ho says.
"This 1s Christmas day , " says Ed , and
then they shook hands uguin. "The dear old
day , Lurry , und we'll spend next Christmus
at homo , and Ludy Maud , my wife , Larry
don't that multo you huto met will wcl
come you under the mistletoe. Perhaps I'l
let you kiss her then , "
"She is my sister , " nnswoTs the ethernet
not n bit of meanness loft In him , "und tin
world is full of fair women , Is it not so
Mr. Day I"
"They don't trouble mo none , " I says
"but , Pard , look at this pudding , " Hi
crossed the room still a-slnging ;
"My heart Mould hear her jiml h < > ut
\\eiu Iteurlh In unitailhy bed , "
"Ho never could carry 11 tune , " grliu
Lurry.
Ed turned the water outer the kittle UIK
ripped open the bag. A round , warty-look-
ing thing , like a small cannon-ball , and
pretty near as hard , rolled out. It
was a grayish color , specked with
raisins , and us viclous-uppcuring a
compound us 1 ever sco. "Tho plum mid-
ing of old England , " sings Ingalls , and
hen wo roared with laughter. But the
urkoy , roasted in an oven sldor the fire ,
vas good and the vegetables splendid , and
bo 'young fellers was the best company I
over sco , und you kin bet the dorg didn't gw
lungry. He was Ludy Maud's pup , and Ed
iad brought him clear from England. Thaf.
vas the Jolhest meal I over cut , and it was
is good us sunshine to sco them two , friend *
io\v und forever ,
Where am I going now ? Oh , down to
jomcthhif ? hnll.-wliero Pan ! lives with lit *
mclo and Lady Maud. Of course Ed mnr-
led her. Sir John and Ingalls who , Purd
vrote , bus got a gal of his own , is going to
bo there. I've sold the mine for a good sum
and I'm carrying ICd his share ; queer ,
hough , Ingalls would have never found Ed
> ut for Poker Sam , so the old villain did n
good turn once , not knowing it. Yes , I'm
> retty well fixed , rich enough to drink
"hampagno out of n pall which is
iVcstern and I'm going to spend
.lie Christmas holidays with Purd. I've
trought the dorg 'way across the ocean with
nc to show to Lady Maud. 1 forgot to tell
, 'ou that , when the young fellers went nwny ,
vho pup wouldn't quit mo und is nilim now.
We'll probably have a good dinnorChrlstmas
lay , but the vittles won't taste no hotter , nor
.lie crowd bo no merrier than it wus last yeur
in Colorado , in the Heckles , It.OOO feet above
the sea. About the plum pudding , will I
uivo nothing to say. That subject's a tender
ono 'twixt Purd and me.
.K/JCW.I770.V.IA.
Tlio Woman's college of Baltimore him COO
students this year. The University of Mich
igan bus more tliun 500 women in its differ
ent departments.
The Minneapolis Board of Education de
cided to introduce corporal punishment in
the public schools. At present , tlio highest
punishment inllluted in any of the schools U
expulsion.
Yule college received more thnn 13,000,000
last year. This , with what she lifted from
the misguided youths from Hurvurd und
Princeton on rowing , base bull and foot ball ,
enabled the Yule fellows to have pin money
for dinner every day In the year.
A pamphlet devoted to gossip about and
contributions from the class of 1HSI , medical
department of the University of Michigan ,
bus been issued by lrs. Greene , Graves und
Clmp'pul. 'f ho front isplcco shows u church
Iu thu foreground with a graveyard lit ono
nido.
nido.Tlio
Tlio University of Chicago continues In
good luck. Mrs. Joseph Ifuynolds , widow of
"Diamond Joo" Ueynolds , has presented the
institution with $ eVKX ) , ( > , while the Institu
tion will also benefit to the amount of $500-
000 from thu will of the lulu William B ,
Ogden ,
An unique development in an educational
way is the night school fur jockeys .stnrlej
by the chief men of tlio race course at Gut *
tcnbtirg , N. J. The pupils , numbering over
" ( H ) , range from I ! to " 0 years of ago and moro
than hulf of these are colored. A fine spill-
second watch Is among the prizes for high
scholarship.
Nix hundred pupils attend the sessions of
the New York trade schools. Sessions are
now held four uvcnings of each week. After
the 1st of January day sessions will be held.
The trades taught are bricklaying , plaster
ing , carpentering , house painting , fresco
( minting , blacksmith work and plumbing , the
latter being the most popular.
Bishop Nicholson of Milwaukee has re
ceived u check from n Now York millionaire
who requests that his numo be kept from thu
public. The money is for Nnshotnh H.OIII-
Inury. The donor is believed to bo the
sumo man who gave K-00 , < ioO to Bishop Potter
for the proposed New York cathedral u fey
days ugo , Hero evidently Is a man who
"does good by stealth" und would "blush to
find it fume. "
The latest phase of devoloiinifiit iu the
club life Is the Kducntional Club of Philadel
phia , which has recently been formed by the
men teurhora of the city public schools. The
purpose of thu now organization is to advance
the standard of the profession of teaching
through thu discussion of ediicatlonul toplcit
ut monthly ineetlnxs , by speclul lectures by
prominent Instructors from other section *
nf the country , and by thu publication of im
portant papers ,
