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WHAT C.V1IK TO SLAVIX.
"JlI.I.Y HKKKN'S li'caoy to ttio
I'.liick Unci; iniiihitf camp wns
;i now loiiKtif, which wiig more
than the old league remade.
B
tea
The li-a'iie was mw in Its spirit and la
its methods. Tlio impression made up
on the camp by Hilly lircen's death
was very remarkable, and 1 have ney
rr Urn ni!to able to account for ft.
The nicMid of the community at the
time was peculiarly susceptible. Billy
was one of the oldest of the old tim
ers. Ills decline and fall bad been a
long process, and his struggle for life
and manhood was striking enough to
arrest the attention and awaken the
sympathy of the whole camp. We In
stinctively side with a man In his
stru;::le for freedom, for we feel that
freedom is native to him and to us.
The sudden collapse of the struggle
stirred the men with a deep pity for
the beaten man and n deep contempt
for thoe who had tricked him to bis
doom: but. though the pity ami the
contempt remained, the gloom was re
lieved and the sensn of defeat removed
from the men's minds by the trans
forming glory of Billy's last hour. Mr.
Craig, renting of the tragedy of Billy's
death, transfigured defeat Into victory,
and tliis was gradually accepted by the
men as the true reading, though to
them it v as full of mystery. But they
could at: understand and appreciate at
full v
tlirnii-li
I'on't :
luoan !!"
spli.t !
It was
in into
bide, il
it:e the spirit that breathed
words of the dying man:
1 o 'aid on '. in. They didn't
'. And this was the new
I..- league.
'li s spirit that surprised Sla-
sudden tears at the grave's
had come braced for curses
and vi Ngi-aniv. for a '.I knew it was lie
who had doctored Billy's lemonade,
and ins: ad i f vengeance the message
from the dead that echoed through the
voice of the living w.,s one of pity and
folgiveni-ss.
But the days of the league's nega
tive, d. fi iisive warfare were over. The
light was bi the death, and now the
war was to be carried Into the ene
my's country. The league men pro
posed a thoroughly equipped and well
conducted coffee room, reading room
and hall to parallel the enemy's lines
of operation and defeat them with
their own weapons njwu their own
ground. The main outlines of- the
scheme were clearly defined and were
easily seen, but the perfecting of the
details called for all Craig's tact and
good sense. When, for instance. Ver
non Wlnton, who had charge of !''
entertainment department, came in'
Craig's opinion as to a minstrel . . i:po
and private theatricals, Craig was
prompt with his answer;
"Anything clean goes."
"A nigger show';" asked Winton.
"Iepends Upon :'.ie i:';.'its," replied
Craig, with a gra comic look,
shrewdly adding. "Ask Mr-. Mavor."
And so the League Minstrel and I'm
inn tie company became an established
fact and proved, as Craig afterward
told ::.c. a great means of grace to the
tamp.
Shaw had charge of the social de
partment. whoe si ial care it was to
see t!...t the men were made welcome
'7.?. cheerful reading room,
y might chat, smoke, read,
play games, according to
to til"
wh. r-
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dep. i.d
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"At t!
;:g fi 't that the success or
r the seh.mc would largely
the character of the resi
. ger. win., while raring for
i:; and hall, would control
the important department
J by the c.ijf.-e room,
s point the whole . business
may come to grii f.
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was il"!,-.
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g.-iz.-d at Li r In
d sa.d:
: courage:"
ilisiv. ri d ''jiel;!y.
say tliat." And at
me led caii...- it. to
lej.rhs in hr eyes
le 1 a nd wondered,
..I face, win thi r
:.g evenly through
' lee was ju.et-a
"ught-as ho g: avc-
a c
.ward but f.f
the league w alto. I for the mail
v :.'. "as t i be lesidi i t mat:a
t '..e t.:. i ..v enterprise a
.:al e-.n... he d.d. but the
1 1: s en;:, - g was K j It ! ; . :
1 ha Ip h. . ed in I Le li-e-
iel.ee ever t-'.t
if he Lad eon ,.
1 cuuiJ Liot La v
neral Slavin went to his twir and drank
whisky as be had never druulc before.
But the more be drank the fiercer and
gloomier he lecanie. and when the men
drinking with him chaffed him lie
swore deeply and with such threats
that they left him alone.
It did not help Slavin either to have
Nixon stride In through the crowd
drinking at his bur and give him words
of warning.
"it Is not your fault. Slavin." he said
In a slow, cool voice, "that you and
your pr cious crew didn't send me to
my death too. You've won your bet.
but I want to say that next time,
though you are seven to one or ten
times that, when any of you lioys of
fer me a drink I'll take you to uieiin
fight, anil I'll not disappoint you, and
some one will be killed." And, so say
ing, he strode out again, leaving a mean
looking crowd of men behind him. All
who had not been concerned In tin?
business at Nixon's shack expressed ap
proval of his position and hoped be
Would see it through.
But the impression of Nixon's words
upon Slavin was ns nothing compared
with that made by Ueordle Crawford.
It was not what he said so much us
the manner of awful solemnity he car
ried. CeonLie was struggling consci
entiously to keep his promise to "not
be 'ard on the boys" and found consid
erable relief In remembering that he
had agreed "to leave them the the Al
mlchty." But the manner of leaving
them was so solemnly awful that I
could not wonder that Slavin's super
stitious Irish nature supplied him with
superiiaturnl terrors. It was the sec
ond day after the funeral that !eordie
and I were walking toward Slavin's.
There was a great shout of laughter us
we drew near.
Gordie stopped short and, saying,
"V'I1 juist gang In n meenute," pass
ed through the crowd and up- to the
tar.
"Michael Slavin," began tleordie, nnd
the Lien stared In dead silence, with
their glasses in their hands "Michael
Slavin, 1 promised the lad I'd bear yo
liiie ill v ull, but juist leave yo tae the
Almichty, an' I want tae tell ye that
I'm keepin' inn wur-r-d. But," and here
he raised his band, and his voice be
came preternatural! solemn, "his bluid
is upon yer ban's. Io ye no' see ItV
His voice rose sharply, and as he
pointed Slavin instinctively glanced ut
his bands, and lleordie added:
"Ao, mi' the Lord will reijulre It o'
ye an' yor boose."
They told me that Slavin shivered ns
if taken with ague after Ueordle went
out, and, though lie laughed and swore,
he did not stop drinking till be sank In
a drunken stupor aud bad to be car
ried to bed. His little French Canadian
wife could not understand the change
that bad c ":u over her husband.
"lie's 11.. ote bear," she confided to
Mrs. Max...', to whom she was showing
her buhy of a year old. "He's not kees
me oue t : i .ls day. He's nios' Lawful
bad. lie" n t even look at do baby."
And t'. ..i seemed sufficient proof that
some thi , was seriously wrong, for
she weut on to say:
"He's tink more for dat leel baby dan
for do. whole worl". He's tink more for
dat baby dan for me." Hut she shrug
ged ber pretty little shoulders lu depre
cation of her speech.
"You must pray for him," said Mrs.
Mavur, "and all will come right."
"Ah. taadame," she replied earnestly,
"every day. every day, I pray la saiuto
Vierge ft t-.us '.es saints for biiu."
"You mii-i l ray to your Father In
heaven for him."
"Ah, or.l. I weel pray." And Mrs.
Mav..r sent ln-r away bright with
smiles r.nd with new hope nnd courage
in her heart
She Lad very soon need of nil her
courage, for at the week's end h'T
baby fell dangerously ill. Slavin's nnx
le'.y and fear were not relieved much
by the reports the men brought hi in
from time t time f Ceordie's ominous
forebodings, for Ueordie Lad no doubt
that the Avenger of blood was hot
r.pon Slavin's trail, and as the sickness
grew Le became continued in this con
viction. While he could not be said to
lind satisfaction in Slavin's Impending
iiiHietinti. lie could hardly bide his com
placency ifi tin? promptness of Provi
dence in vindicating his theory of retri
bution. But tieordle's complacency was some
what rudely shocked by Mr. Craig's
fiptwer to th! theory one dsy,
"You read your Bible to little profit.
It so. ::: t. me, fjiordle, or perhaps
':; have never read the Master's
t.ea.-hii.g about the tower .f Siloam.
Better r'.id 1h':t end take that warn
ing to you i If."
Jeord'e gazed nfter Mr. Craig as be
turned away and muttered:
"The to-jr o' Siloam, Is it? Aye, I
ken fine u! t the toor o' Siloam on'
uboot ti.t- t .or o' Babel us weel, an'
I've read, too, fl!.out the bias; he mlous
Herod iu' sic like. Mon, but h.s a hot
heidi-d laddie on" lacks disereemema
tloti." "What about lUrod, Gcordi.':" I
tifked.
"Abix.t Herod?'' with a strong tinge
( f contempt lu Lis tone. "A boot Herod?
Mon, Lac ye no' read hi the Screep
turs about Herod nu' the vur-r-ms In
the wntne ,' Llm':"
"Oh. yeg. I see," I hastened to un-
lal
' ill he;
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the Vengeance
w 'UlJ ha e i.i
i :.'.! his sa tool;,
I: jiu Liuie.e!fk
gne v . s thus waiting,
r .1 i S.avn. chi. f-
n'.e.j i., ..ire U;:.'i
t t lie enemy, and.
!, .1 between Lim
'..! the Ul.jkl' men
.ih short work t f
uothiug eou'.d save
mii niter the f vi
ewer.
"A'
in Lis
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. a fi:!e c: ti see what's Capped
face." with which bit of pro-
p'nilosoj.hy he sn.l lenly left
Jt ;eori.;ie thenceforth coiiteut
'.' in M'n Ouig's r.-seuce at
w t-iiii'i r.s l ead shakings,
i.ggra a' 1 ng t.'jd Ji..poes:ble to
lia. . i.l.
Thi. I s
si., u. d :
Lad a
Luftc t..
"Yf'll
thit.l.in'."
"WLyV Is toe Luhy worse? Have
you bec i) in?"
"N'u, repUfd (jeordie cuuiicusty;
me I.
Mi.
be l
.l.t, however, Geordle
nil Lis theories Lo
1 i art. :..r l.e e: at iu
. vi. r to bay:
led ower yonder, I'm
"I'll na" gam: where I'm no wanted,
but you puir thing ye can hear outside
weept:i" uu moaiiiu".
"She'll maybe need ye tae," he went
ou dubiously to me. "Te're a kin" o
doctor. I limr." uot committing bco
self to any oplulou as to my professloo
al value.
Hut Slavin would have none of me.
having got the dut-tor sober enough to
prescribe.
The Interest of the camp In Slavin
was greatly Increased by the Illness of
his baby, which was to him as the ap
ple of bis eye. There were a few who
impressed by Geordle's profound con
victions upon the matter, were Inclined
to favor the retribution theory and cou
liect the baby's illness with the venge
ance of the Almighty. Among theso
few was Slavin himself, and, goaded
by his remorseful terrors, he sought rev
lief In drink. But this brought him
only deeper and fiercer gloom, so that
between her suffering child aud ber
savagely despairing husband the poor
mother was desperate with terror aud
grief.
"Ah. niadame."" she sobbed to Mrs.
Mavor, "my heart Is broke for him.
lie's beet noting for tree days, but JIs
dreenk. dreenk. dreenk."
The next day a man came for me In
haste. The baby was dying, and the
doctor was drunk. I found the little
one in a convulsion lying across Mrs.
Mavor's knees, the mother kneeling be
side it. wringing her hands in dumb
agony, and Slavin standing near, silent
and suffering. I glanced at the bottle
of medicine upon the table and asked
Mrs. Mavor the dose and found the
baby had lioen poisoned. My look of
horror told Slavin something was
wrong, and. striding to me, be caught
ni v nrm and asked:
"What Is It? Is tho medicine
a-rong?'
I tried to put him off, but his grip
tightened till his fingers seemed to
reach the bone.
"The dose is certainly too large. But
let me go. I must do something."
lie let me go at once, saying in a
voice that made my heart sore for him,
"He has killed my baby; he has killed
my baby." And then he cursed the
doctor with awful curses and with a
look of such murderous fury on his
face that I was glad the doctor was too
drunk to appear.
Ills wife, hearing his curses and un
derstanding the cause, broke out into
wailing hard to bear.
' "Ah, mon petit ange! It Is dat whees
ky tint's keel mon baby. Ah, mon
cheri, mon amour! Ah, motv Pieu! Ah,
Michael: How often I say that whees
ky he's not good ting."
It was more than Slavin could bear,
and with awful curses he passed out
Mrs. Mavor laid the baby In its crib,
for the convulsion bad passed away,
nnd, putting her arms about the wall
ing little Frenchwoman, comforted and
soothed her as a mother might. ber
child.
I "And you must help your husband,"
I heard her siy. "He will 'need you
more than ever. Think of him."
! "Ah. oul, I weel," was the quick re
ply, and from that moment there was
no more walling.
It scem'ed no more than a minute till
Slavin came in again, sober, quiet and
steady. The passion was all gone from
bis face, and only the grief remained.
I As we stood leaning over the sleeping
child the little thing opened Its eyes,
saw Its father and smiled. It was too
much for him. The big man dropped
on bis knees with a dry sob.
I "Is there no chance at all, at all?" ho
whispered, but I could give him no
hope. He immediately rose and, pull
ing himself together, stood perfectly
quiet. -
.'. new terror seized upon the mother.
"My baby is not what you call it?"
going through the form of baptism.
"An" l.e will not come to la salnto
Vierge," she said, crossing herself.
"I'o not fear for your little one," said
Mrs. Mavor, still with ber arms about
ber. "The good Saviour will take your
darling Into his own arms."
But the mother would not be comfort
ed by this, nnd Slavin, too, was uneasy.
"Where Is Father Goulet?" be asked.
"Ah, you were not good to the holy
pere de las tain, Michael," she replied
sadly. "The saints are not please for
you."
"Where Is the priest?" be demanded.
"I know not for sure. At de Landlu',
Oafs lak."
"I'll go for him." be said.
But his w ife clung to him, beseeching
him nut to leave her, and Indeed be was
loath to leave his little one.
I found Craig and told him the diffi
culty. With his usual promptness be
w as ready with a solution.
"Nixon has a team. He will go."
Then he added: "I wonder If they
would not like me to baptize their little
one. Father Goulet and I have ex
changed cilices before now. I remem
ber how Le came to one of my people
ia my absence, when she was dying,
read with hi-r, prayed with her. com
forted Ler and bellied her across the
river. He is a good soul and has no
!io::se-ise about Lim. Send for me If
you think there is need. It will make
t.o difference to the Laby, but It will
comfort the mother."'
Nixon was willing enough to go, but
w liea be came to the door Mrs. Mavor
taw the Lard koti in bis face. He had
not forgotten his wrong, for day by
'ay he was still fighting tho devil with
in that Slavin bad culled to life. But
1 Mrs. Mavor. under cover of getting him
Instructions, drew him Into tho room.
While listening to her bis eyes wan
dered from ,i:e to the other of tho
group till they rested uioti the little
white face in the crib. She noticed the
change In his face.
"Tiny fear the little o:ie will never
see the Saviour if it is not baptized,"
tho said i:i a low tone.
lie was eager Im go.
"I'll do my best to get the priest," he
aid and v.-r.s totie oa his sixty mile
lace with diiith.
The long ufteiiiooa wore on. but bo-
fore It was half gone I saw Nixon
could not win and that the priest would
be too late, so I sent for Mr. Crals
From the moment be eutered the room
be took command of us all. lie was 83 .
simple, so manly, so tender, the hearts
of the parents Instinctively turned to
him. ;
As he was about to proceed with the
baptism the mother whispered to Mrs.
Mavor. who hesitatingly asked Mr. .
Craig if he would object to using holy
water. ,
"To nie It Is the same as any other,"
be replied gravely.
"An will be ma!:e the good sign?"
asked the mother timidly.
And so the child was baptized by the
Presbyteriau minister with holy water j
and with the sign of the cross. 1 don't ;
suppose It was orthodox, aud It render-
it "S'liktln Bii'iin tt tur rclli'tiiiia nrs. I
tlo..s. but I thought more of Craig that
moment than ever before. He was
more mau than minister, or perhaps be
was so good a minister that day he
rn use so much a man. As be read about
the Saviour aud the children and the
disciples who tried to get In between
them, and as be told us the story In his
own simple and beautiful way and j
then went on to picture the home of
the little children aud the same Saviour
In the midst or them, 1 felt my heart
grow warm, aud 1 could easily under- I
stand the cry of the mother:
"Ob, mon Jesu, prenez mol aussl, take '
me wlx mon mlgnon!"
The cry wakened Slavin's heart, and
be said huskily: 1
"Oh, Annette, Annette!"
"Ah. oul, an' Michael too!" Then to
Mr. Crnlg: "You tluk he's tak me some
day? Eh?"
"All who love him." he replied.
"An" Michael, too?" she asked, her
rfCS searching his face. "An" Michael
too?"
But Craig ouly replied, "All who lo?e
him."
"Ah, Michael, you must pray le bon
Jesu! He's garde notre mignon." And
then she bent over the babe, whisper
ing, "Ah, mon cherl, mon amour, adieu,
adieu, mon tinge"' till Slavin put his
arms about her nnd took her away, for
as Bhe was whispering her farewells
ber baby, with a little answering sigh,
passed Into the bouse with many rooms.
"Whisht, Annette, darling, don't cry
for the baby," said her husband. "Sure
It's better off than the rest of ns It Is.
Aud didn't you hear what the minister
said about the beautiful place II 1.4?
Apd sure he wouldn't lie to us at all."
But a mother cannot be comforted
for her tirstlnuu son.
An hour later Nixon brought Father
Goulet. He was a little frenchman
with gentle manners and the face of a
saint. Craig welcomed him warmly
and told him what he bad done.
"That Is good, my brother." he said,
with gentle courtesy, and, turning to
the mother, "Your little one Is safe."
Behind Father (loulet came Nixon
softly and gazed down upon the little
quiet face, beautiful with tho magic of
death. Slavin -came quietly and stood
besldo him. Nixon turned nnd offered
bis hand, but Slavin, moving slowly
back, said:
"I did you a wrong, Nixon, and It's a
sorry man I am this day for it."
"Dont say a word, Slavin," answer
ed Nixon hurriedly. "I know how you
feel. I've got a baby too. I want to
see It again. That's why the break
hurt me so."
"As God's above," replied Slavin ear
nestly, "I'll binder you no more."
They shook hands, and we passed
out.
We laid the baby under the pines,
not far from Billy Breen, and the sweet
spring wind blew through the gap and
came softly down the valley, whisper
ing to the pines and the grass nnd the
hiding flowers of the new life coming
to the world. And the mother must
have heard the whisper I'l her heart,
for as the priest was sayit- - the words
of the service she stood with Mrs. Ma
vor's arms about her, an I her eyes
were looking far nway beyond the pur
ple mountain tops, seeing what made
her smile. And Slavin, too, looked dif
ferent. His very features seemed finer.
The coarseness was gone out of his
face. What had come to him I could
not tell.
But when the doctor camo Into Sla
vin's house that night It was the old
Slavin I saw, but with a look of such
deadly fury on his faco that I tried to
get the doctor out at once. But be was
half drunk, and his manner was hid
eously humorous.
"How do, Indies? now do, gentle
men?" was bis loud voiced salutation.
"Quite a professional gathering, clergy
predominating. Lion nnd Iamb too!
Ha, ha! Which Is the lamb, eh? Ha,
ha! Very good! Awfully sorry to
bear of your loss, Mrs. Slavin. Did
our best, you know; can't help this sort
of thing."
Before nny one could move Craig
was at bis side nnd, saying in a clear,
firm voice, "Ono moment, doctor,"
caught him by the nrm nnd bad bltn
out of the room before he knew It.
Slavin, who had been crouching In
bis chair, with hands twitching and
eyes glaring, rose nnd followed, still
crouching as be walked.
I hurried nfter htm, calling him back.
Turning at my voice, the doctor saw
Slavin approaching. There was some
thing so terrifying In bis swift, noise
less, crouching motion that the doctor,
crying out in fear, "Keep him off!"
fairly turned and tied.
lie was too late. Like n tiger Slavin
leaped upon him nnd without waiting
to strike had him by the throat with
both bands nnd, bearing him to the
ground, worried him there ns a dog
might it cat.
Immediately Craig nnd I were upon
blur, but, though we lifted him clear
off the ground, we could not loosen
that two handed stniiigllng grip. As
vve were struggling there n light hand
touched my shoulder. It was Father
Goulet.
"Please let him go nnd stand nway
fiom us," he said, waving us back.
We obeyed.
He leaned over Slavin and spoke
few words to him.
Slarln started as If struck a heavy
blow, looked up nt the priest with fear (
In his face, but still keeping bis grip.
"Let blm go." said the priest
Slavin hesitated.
"Let him go! Quick!" said the priest
again, and Slavin. with a snarl, let go
bis bold and stcod sullenly facing the
priest.
Fat'.ier Goulet regarded him steadily
for some seconds and then asked:
"What would you dor
His voice was gentle enough, even ,
sweet, hut there was something in it
that chilled my marrow.
"What would you do?" he repeated.
"He murdered my child.", growled
Slavin.
"Ah! How?"
"He was drunk and poisoned him."
"Ah! Who gave him drink? Who
made blm n drunkard two years ago? .
Who has wrecked bis lifer j
There was no answer, and the even
toned voice went relentlessly on:
"Who It the murderer of your child
now?"
Slavin groaned and shuddered.
"Oo!" And the voice grew stern.
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me in his own bed and met m,
mornln' with an open hand, fori
you I had sworn to God that mj
wn.it, I l.n m. 1 .( H V.
f I jk'a .... mil rrt a l
. . . w. .... "... . v uo vimrncttfw
After a brief reference to the VJ
.. . . . a . . -I . .. .. nt T t .1
"i.epent or your s:a ana aaa noi an- i " v iruiiurair, wnlc
i.n I acknowledged ho mie.it nmo.i-
V.iji-i, ' -"-iilUf
Slavin turned his eyes upon the mo- to understand, be went on to (jJ
tlonless figure on the ground and then . unqualified approval of the J
upou the priest.
Father Goulet took one step toward
him and. stretching out his haud and
pointing with bis finger, said:
"Go!"
And Slarln slowly backed away nnd
went Into his house. It was an ex
traordinary scene, nud It is often with
nie now the dark figure on the ground,
the sllL'lit. erect form of the priest with
outstretched arm and finger, and Sla
vin backing away, fear and fury strug
gling iu his face.
It was a near thing for tho doctor,
however, and two minutes more of
that grip would have done for blm.
As-it was, we had the greatest difficul
ty in reviving him.
What the priest did with Slavin aft
er getting him Inside I know not that
bus always been a mystery to me but
when we were passing the saloon that
night after taking Mrs. Mavor homo
we saw a light and beard strange
sounds within. Entering, we found
another whisky raid In progress, Sla
vin himself being the raider. We stood
some moments watching him knocking
In the heads of casks and emptying
bottles. I thought he had gone mad
nnd approached blm cautiously.
"Hello, Slavin!" I called out "What
does this mean?"
He paused In bis strange work, and I
saw that his face, though resolute,
was quiet enough.
"It means I'm done with the busi
ness, I am," he said In a determined
voice. "I'll help no more to kill any
man, or," In a lower tone, "any man's
baby."
The priest's words had struck home.
"Thank God, Slavin!" said Craig, of
fering bis hand.' "You- are much too
good a man for the business."
"Good or bad, I'm done with It, be
replied, going on with his work.
"You are throwing away good mon
ey, Slavin," I said as the head of a
cask crashed in.
"It's myself that knows It, for the
price of whisky has gone up in town
this week," he answered, giving me a
look out of the comer of his eye. "Be
dad, It was n rare clever Job," refer
ring to our Black Rock hotel affair.
"But won't you be sorry for this?"
asked Craig'.
"Belike I will, and that's why I'm
doing It before I'm sorry for it," he re
plied, with a delightful bull.
"Look here, Slavin," said Craig ear
nestly, "If I can be of use to you In any
way, count on me."
"It's good to me the both of you
have been, nnd I'll not forget It to
you," lie replied, with like earnestness.
As we told Mrs. Mavor that night,
for Craig thought It too good to keep,
ber eyes seemed to grow deeper and
the light In them to glow more intense
ns she listened to Craig pouring out
bis tale. Then she gave blm her haud
nnd said:
"You have your man at last."
"What man? "
"The man you have been waiting
for." ' I
"Slavin?"
"Why not?"
"I never thought of It."
"No more did he or any of lis." Then,
nfter n pause, she ndded gently, "He
has been sent to us."
"Do you know, I believe you are
right," Craig said slowly nnd then add
ed. "But you always nre."
"I fear not," she answered, but I
thought she liked to hear his words.
The whole town was astounded next
morning when Slavin. went to work In
the mines, nnd Its astonishment only
deepened as the days went on and ho
stuck to his work. Before three weeks
bad gone the league had bought nnd
remodeled the saloon nnd had secured
Slavin ns resident manager.
The evening of the reopening of Sla
vin's saloon, ns It was still called, was
long remembered In Black Hock. It
was the occasion of the llrst appear
ance of the I.eagno Minstrel nnd Dra
matic troupe In what was described ns
a "hair lifting tragedy, with appropri
ate musical selections." Then there
was a grand supper, with speeches nnd
great enthusiasm, which reached Its
climax when Nixon rose to propose the
toast of the evening, "Our saloon." His
speech was simply a quiet, manly ac
count of bis long struggle with the
dendly enemy. When he camo to speak
of bis recent defeat, he said:
"And, while I um blnniln' no one
but myself, I nm glad tonight this sa
loon is on our Bide, for my own sake
nnd for the sake, of Uiobo who havo
been waltin' long to soo mo. Hut be
fore I sit down I want to sny th:t
while I live I shall not forget that I
owe my life to tho man that took me
that nlejit to his gwn shack aud put
saloon
"It's a cozy place, an there's nit J
phur a boot. Besides a' that." htJ
on euiiiusiasiicaiiy, "u il Le a ten
BiH 111. 1 11' JUISl ucvu COOIUI11,"
"You Iwt!" ejaculated a voice,
great emphasis.
"I've juist been coontln'," m
ticoroie, ignoring tne remark and
laugh which followed, "an' it's antr
like money ye pit ower wl' the wl
Ye see ye canna dae wl' nnn tit
Ye niauii bae twa or three at the J
least, for it's no verra forrit yegnJ
one glass. But wl' yon co.TeeTe'J
L'nce worth an' ye tvnm J
inair."
get a eaxpence
There was another shout of In.jjJ
which puzzieu ueoruie much.
"I dlnnii see the Jowl:, lift I've d
pit ower lu whusky uinir nor a Id
dollars."
Then be paused, lookiug hard m
him and twisting his faco Intoei:-
dlnnry shapes till the men looked
111 in In wonder.
"I'm rale glad o' this saloon. M
ower late for the lad that canal
helplt the noo. lie 11 not be w
help o" oors, I doot, but there an!
ers." And be stopped abruptly auli
down, with no applause following.
But when Slavin, our saloon lJ
rose to reply the men jumped
the seats and yelled till they cnullJ
jo more. Slavin stood, evident!!
trouble with himself, and finally tat
out:
"It's speechless lam entirely,
come to nie I know not nor hot
come, but I'll do my best for yon"
And then the yelling broke out
I did not yell myself. I was too
watching the varying lights In Jbv'
ror's eyes as Bhe looked from Ci
the yelling men on the benches ai
bles and then to Slavin, aud I ti
myself wondering If she knew
was that cuuie to Slavin.
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