Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, September 13, 1884, Page 7

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When Butler is Eleoted, L Wait ¥ trusty f w When men ; A vl . wh T Ah! we will b 1 our ba When what we've all When Butle 15 of tracts 1 , gol-darned man will Bold Ben will atick right to the rules And what & precions pack of fool They Il'look—when he's electe: But we will loll in slippered easc, Mid splendors oriental, When Ben has crossed the stormy se To victory incidental, Ah! how we'll laugh, and howl, and hoot, At enemies de jected, We'll all go on a bloody toot When Butler is elected. e IN “0-BE-JOYFUL." J. L. Harbour in the Chicago Current. I Shorty was my favorite stage-driver. Other name he must have had, but I had never heard it. He was an anamoly among stage-drivers,for he did not swear, he did not drink, he did not boast, he did not lie; and with all his rough exterior he had a fine inward grace and a manly dignity that lifted him far above most men of his class. I know that a day of pleasure awaited me one June morning, when 1 had been 80 fortunate as to secure for myself a seat by Shorty's side for a ride over Ited Mountain Pass. u all my years of experience with stags drivers I had never met 80 quickly detect, and so fully appreciate, the rare beauty and splendor of a moun- tain rood as this homely. uncouth, igno- rant Shorty. He noted every light and shadow, ev- ery bit of glowing color, the flywers on the rocky road, the golden shadows of the narrow streams, the low-hung clouds that flooded the hills. The sunshine that came slauting down among the purple shadows or crowned the snow-white crests, the quivering leaves of the aspen, the gloom of the pines, the foamy waves of the crystal streama breaking around and over the gray rocks, the growing splendor of the aster beds; the tranquil beauty of the mountain lakes—this man Shorty saw and rejoiced in all of it. His soul was lighted up by the majosty, the beauty and the grandeur of it all. *Why, sir,” said he to me, “I've lived right here in these mountains sence and, they're not old to me yet. No, sir, they ain't, an' I don't reckon they ever will be. They're new ev'ry mornin’ an’ ev'ry evenin’. 1 see somethin’ in 'em each day that I never noticed afore, an’ i ain’t yot seenairy two sunsets jesf alike. There'll be a new kind of a shadder or a new kind of a light in the sky ev'rytime. There's a kind of a somcthin’ "bout moun tings that a man never outgrows, an’ some men can’t git 'long 'thout after they're used to it. 1'monco’ them men. “I've heard them that's ben born an’ raised by the seashore kin never outgrow the sound o’ the waves. If they go away they can’t stay. They just can't live ‘thout the murmur an’ the music o' them sea waves, an’ the feelin’ the soa breezes gives a man, *Now, I'd jest naturally die if I had to go an’ stay clean out o’ sight o’ these hills. 1 ain’t none o’ yer poeticky kind o’ fellers, but I heerd of a man oncet a- callin,’ certain mountings the hills of his love,’ an,’ sir, that's jest what these hills air to me—the hills of my love. “I've tried goin’ away, to what some folks call a ‘civilized country,” but 1 didn’t stay long: an’ when Idie I want to die right here, an’ have the hillsides for my tomb,’ as that woman writ ’bout Moses.” Shorty was a garrulous man, but never talked when you wished he would not. He would stop short in the midst of the most animated discourse to enjoy in sil- ence any speclal beauty in gulch or val- ley, or far up in the heights, 1 was sure that the man must have had many adventures, but he said little about them. He never spoke of any act of bravery or skill on his part. One gloomy day when the mist hid the ranges and gulch trom our view, I asked Shorty to tell me some of his experiouc- er. “Iam sure you must have had eomo strange ones,” I said. “0h, T don’t know,” Shorty modestly replied; *none to speak of, I reckon, 1 never killed a bear ner killed a red-skin ner nothin’ o’ that kind, I never even liad highwaymen cr foot-pads try to hold m " my passengers up.’ “But your story need not be about any of these things to please me,” I pro- teated. “Well, then, sir, T will tell youa bit of ayarn. You ses tho mouth o' that gulch square ahead of us an’ not mor'n a hundred yards ofl. You kin jest makoe it out the mist. The sight of 1t reminds me o' somethin’. That's Poor Man’s Gulch, There used to bo a purty big camp 'bout two mles up that gulch. It was called O-Bo-Joyful, but ‘it got to bo a kind of o-be-sorrowful place to some of the boys fore they got out o’ it. “At one time I reckon there wasas many as 2,000 people in and 'round O- Be-Joyful. ' It had & reg'lar boom for two or three months, an’ folks thought it was going to put Leadville clean in the shade, an’ there aint a thing on carth there this day but a lot of old tumbie- down cabins an’ tunnels in which many a poor devil ghas buried the hope an’ strength of his life, ““I driv stage from the South Park up to O-Be-Joyful all through the gay time; an’ many an’ many’s the load o' happy, hopeful, young an’ old fellers I've haul- ed up there, an' them a singin’ their gay songs an’ crackin’ their jokes with ev'ry mortal man o’ them thinkin' they was goin’ straight to famean’ fortchun. “Bat, [ tell you, sir, itwa'n'tsix months fore | #ee many a one of them poor fellows with nothin’ but the old duds on their backs, a-goin’ afoot out o' 0O-Be 2 one who could only sorrer in their hearts. That's the way of it in minin’ campa. Somehow or other tolks don’t allus hear, an' don't want to hear o' the hundreds that lose their all where one man strikes it rich, It's nothin’ on the Lord’s earth but & game o' chance, minin' ain't, “Well one day L had & women passenger. She was the first one 1 took up, and | hated to take her; for the place hadn't a decent place in it, an’ she didn't look like a women who hadn’troughed it much She was a little cherry-faced and cherry ched on to a little sigh or tw tve. that y mo all tho way to th camp, an’ asked & good many 1 bout this an’ that an’ t'other, but hadn't word to say 'bout herself of her plans 1 managed to find out that she up there a total stranger to ev'ry man in the camp; as for bein' & stranger to the wimmen--why, there wan't a livin woman there yit. “Well, the boys they give her a room in the best shanty they was up, an' | come away an' left her there, got my wrist badly sprained goin was goin back mnext day,an' it was threo woeks fore 1 driv_up to O-Ba-Joyful agin, Then I found the little woman mistrees o' the biggest boardin'-house and hotel in camp, an'the most popler woman there. Myra Claflitt’s houso was the house. She was Myra Claflitt to every- bady, but some o'the boys was callin’ her Aunt Myra.’ *‘She did run a stavin' good house. They wasn't any two-ways ‘bout that. They wasn't anythiog slow 'bout Myra Claflitt or her table. Ev'rybody was weloome whether they could pay or not. But the boys they see to it that ev'ry body paid. It wouldn’t o’ boen hoaltliy for any one to try an’ sneak out of it T rockon that Myra Clalitt was as good a woman as ever the Lord made, The boys in O-Be-Joyful ot 80 thoy sworo by hor falrly. She had a kind of a way 'bout her that not ono woman in a million has, A man couldn't do a thing she'd ask him not to do—anyhow 1 know 7 couldn’t, I'd feel 'shamed ‘o mysolf all my life if I did. Many's the row that woman broke up. 1've seen men strip- ped for a fight an’ all ready to buckle into each other with murder in their their hearts; and when Myra Claflitt'd march through the crowd that'd give way foro her that fight'd be indefnitly post- poned. That's what it would! “‘But she never had the lirst word to say 'bout herself. No one knowed if sho was a widder or not, or if she had child- ren, or who or what she was, She was a kind of a woman that, somehow or other, you couldn’* ask questions of, an couldn't have suspicions 'bout. You took hor just like you'd take a clean, fresh, shinin’ new dollar right from the mint. “But now it allers seemed to me that that woman was lookin' for somebody. The day she rid up with me on the stage there wa'ant a man or boy on the road that she didn’t see—and sco good too. An' I never took a stage load 'o passen- gers to her house in mylife that she wa'nt out an’ starin’ sharp at ev'ry man of 'em. Then she'd go round on the hills 'mong the men at work there, an’ I tell you she saw a/l of 'om. Sometimes when all my passengors’a bo out 'o the stage I've scen that little quiver come 8o pitiful to her lip, an’ there'd be tears in her eyes; but I never let on to her or any ono 'bout it. “‘After travel got so light that they was hardly ever any passengers, Myra Claflit got rostless-like, and talked o’ goin’ away. But the boys they jest wouldn't hear to it. So it happered that she was the last as woll as the first woman in O.Be-Joy- ful. *“The camp it began to wink out purty fast (the mines never was no good) when I driv up there ono Saturday, an in jumpln’ down from my seat on the stage my foot kind o’ turned tn like, an’ first thing I knowed there 1 was on theground witha broken leg. ““Well, sir, that Myra Claflitt give me the best bed in the house an’ took care of me like as if I'd been a baby. 1'd laid there over a month, and in that time the bottom had about dropped out of O-Be- Joyful, an’ most o’ the men was feelin’ mighty blue and des'prit-like, as men will teel when they’ve been cheated or deceived or turribly disappointed. 'Bout this time some claim-jumpers begun to show up 'round the only claims that showed any slgns of ’'mountin’ to any- thing. Now, you know, sir, as well as me, Jest how claim-jumpin’ aflects a lot o' miners that's worked hard for what they've found. You know a decent miner hates a claim-jumper like he hates pizen. They're dogged like game, an’ shown no mercy when found. When it got out that "there was claim-jumpers 'round 0-Be-Joyful it set the men on fire. They was feelin’ kind o' reckless, anyhow; 80 they met an formed a reg'lar vigilance committeo, an’ made vows an’ took oaths that they meant to stand Ly. But I tell you they kept mum 'bout it 'fore Myra Claflitt, “*One o' the boys come to me one day an whispered to me that they was on the track o’ one o’ the wust o' the claim- jumbers an’ they thought they'd run 'im down that night. < “An’ if we do,” says he, “‘there'll bo a hangin’ beo 'fore daylight, sure as you'ro born, There'll e no earthly cs cape for thevillain, But don’t you, fer your lifo mention it to her,’ says he, jerkin’ hig thumb over his shoulder to'ard the kitchen where Myra Claflit was singingat her work. **After supper ev'ry man left the house an’ that lef’ mo alone with Myra, She got some sowin’ an’ come an' set down by me in an oncommon lively humor, cven for her that was always smillin’, She sat there laughin’ an’ chattin’ in her cheery way an’ once n a whilo she sung parts o’ songs like *J Lover o' my ul’ an’ *Rock of Ages, Cloit for Mo, Finally she got more sober like an’ part o’ most an awful purty song befn’ ‘nearer my home than ever ben before.” There was onoe part said; Fung "bout I've that Noar my Fathor's house, Where burdens ure laid down, an' all of a sudden she let her sewin’ fall in her lap, clasped her hands over her head, an’ satd in the strangest way—kind o' slow an’' solemn an' stiddy-like ‘Where burdens —are— laid — down.’ Then, sir, she kind o' shut her eyes, dropped her chin on her breast an’ wayn agin, more solemn than before ‘Whore— burdeus—are —laid — down.’ ‘Oh, thank God!' she said then, jumpin’ to her feet, ‘thank (iod aginand syin that thero /s a place an’ a time when the weary burdens of this life can be laid down an’ achin’ hearts whose overy throb is one of woe, can be forever still an' at rest, Oh Thou who didst lay down the heavy burden of Thy life on Mount Calyary; Thou whose aching heart throbbed out its agony and its life on the cross, help me to bear my burden of sorrow until 1 can forever lay it down.’ “I mind every word of it, sir; I ain’t the ono to fergit a thing or words like them, Well, then, she set fdown fagin, very quiet an' kind a' ecared lookin’ like, I3ut by an’ by she began talkin' 'bout the boys, an’ how sorry she feli fer 'em in their disapp'intment, an’ how bravely they bore 'em. She talked 'bout them boys as if they'd been saints, every one of "em instead o' the pack o rough fel- lers they was, I folt so guilty like listenin’ to her. Thinks I to myself, 1 voiced woman, all dressed in black, an’ 'bout 45 8 near as 1 could jedge, But spite o that cherry voice an' smilin’ face I'could ses plain enough in the women's eyo that she had her cross to bear, an’ that its burden was on 'er yet, She'd a kind of a quiver 'bout her 1'ps, even when she laughed, an oncet in awhilo|that's steppin’ stealthily from treo to ) sour wonder what you'd think an’ say, Myra Claftitt, if you knew where them men have gone now an’ what for! I wonder if you knew that at this minnit they were out on trails and hillsidea skulkin’ along in the storm (for it was storming fear fully) tracking to his death a poor devil stlons IMBER 13, 1884, to rock n and in_ the tremblin never prayed uld an’ creepin’ along murder in ther ome |l ¢ soe the ch glidin an hearts “But Myra talked on an In'tstand itany longer, an’' madoe o I'd gone to sloep justto have her shut up 'bout them fellers that didn't de servo half the good things she said 'bout om on until | *Sho thought I'd reely gone to sleep an’ 80 she stepped softly over to the fire place an' stood there with one elbow rest in’ on a brick of the chimney an' her cheok in her hand. She looked oncom- mon pale an’ old an' caroworn as she stood there with the light of the fire shinin’ up in her face. **An’ while she stood there I saw tho cabin door open very slowly an’ carefully an'a man's face thrust in; an’' I tell, sir, that I, who have seen the death agony on many a face; I, who have seen mon turn pale, an' ghastly, oven, with foar; I never, sir, seen such a faco as that was that come peokin’ in behind the door, It was like that of the dead, an’ his eyos seomed to be on fire. o Iald & tromblin' hand on the knob, stepped in an' softly shut the doar, “Myra turned slowly 'round, an’ in a second that man was at hor foet. *0h, madam! madsm!' ho fairly screamed, grabin' her hand, ‘save me! save mo! Ilide me, quick! 1 am hunted like a beast! Men with murderous hearts are in persuit. They cannot feel mercy or pity! You, a woman, can. They will hang moe to the nearest tree if they find mo. ~ Savo mo, save my life, guilty an’ sinful as T am /" ‘1 never took my eyes off that womans faco for a sccond, after that man began to apoak. There como ovor her such look as 1 can’t tell you of. An' all the time that man was whinin’ an’ pleadin’ she kept stoppin’ back a littlo at a time, but her eyes never left his face. *‘I reckon he thought she was goin’ to glve him up to his enemies, for his voico sunk down to a monn that was pit- iful to hear. He put out his hands implorin'ly at the last, an' foll di ward, grovelin’ at her feot. hero was dead silence for full a minnit, an; in] that time Myra kep passin’ her hands over her oyes liko a person comin’ out of a heavy sleep Her lips kept movin’ but there was no sound. At last she spoke four words, an’ the man was on his foet as quick as lighthin’. Them words were; ““John Clagit, my husband.’ " — In many localitics Hood's Sarsaparilla is in such goneral demand that it 1s the recognized family medicine. Peoplo write that “‘the whole neigkborhood is wking it,” ete. Particularly is this true of Lowell, Mass., whero it is made, and where more of Hood's Sarsaparilla is sold than of any other sarsaparilla or blood purifier. It is the great remedy for de- bility, scrofula, dyspepsia, biliousness, or any disease caused by impuro state or low condition of the blood. Givae it a trial. 80 face L No More Flirting, Chicago Herald. **No, no more flirting tor me, boys,"” romarked a drummer to a set of his ac- quaintances as they smoked and chaffed on a Lake Shore train. *‘I used to go without smoking whon I was dying for a r just 8o I could go in the ladies’ car. But I'm cured. On my last run into Chicago I met a nico young lady. She was agreeablo, and of course | mado mysolf as nearly s0 as possible. Had a vory pleasant half hou with her before wo reached the station, and of course when we got thers I asked her if there were any parcels I could carry, and f I shouldn’t call a carriage for her. She smiled bewitchingly and said I might help her if 1 would be so kind. Then she pointed to the seat right be- hind whera we were sitting, and there were three babies, assorted sizes, asleep. She said they were hers, Well, T was in for it, so 1 picked up the two biggest ones, one on either arm, while she took the kid. We marched out and found a carriage, and I put her in and was about to say good-day when sho smiled again, so bewitch- ingly,and asked me to get in. 1 couldn’t refuse, you know. and so 1 went along. We drove out to the north end of Lincoln Park and stopped beforoe a nice house. A man came running out, lifted out the babies, kissed thum, litted cut the young woman, kissed her two or three times and told the driver he could go. Would you beliove it, she was 8o spooney on that husuand of hers that she never said good byo to me, nor looked in my direction at all, And that ain'v the worst had to pay the carriago hire m lost half a day's time in the bargain, That warried woman cured mo of flirting a8 long as I live.” — — Figures Won't Lie, The figurcs showing the enormous yearly sales of Kidney-Wort, demonstrate its value as a medicine beyond dispute. It is a purely vegetablo compound of cor- tain roots, loaves and berries known to havo special valuo in Kidney troubles, Combined with these are remedies acting di Jy on the Liver and Bowels, It is because of this combined action that Kid- ney-Wort has proved such an unequaled remedy in all asos of thess organs. b & Proviions, J. Y. FULLER, Commission Merchant Mrs, 1, J, Hiltor. M 1., PHYSICIAN & SURGEON, 222 Middle Brosdway, Counctl Blufls, Ceuncil Bluffs_owa, THOB. OPFIONS, [ OFFICER & PUSEY BANKERS. Oounotl Bluffs . In. 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