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OUR SHORT STORY

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OUR SHORT STORY COL. SHORT OF TRINITY. Colonel Short, o-f Trinity Centre, had a Hery long name to begin with, but, as he was a wry short man, and, lake all small men. was disposed to make a big showing, the jboye soon found out his weakness, and he was simply "Short" after that. Tiiia obese, rotund, and obtuse man had also & very short memory. He kept a store s«d post-office at Trinity Centre, And had gold enough to buy—but, goodness, this was B..way back in'the fifties. Jones, now Senator Jones, of Nevada, was sheriff of Trinity then, had a pack tram, a share in the store, gold, a share in almost everything all up and down the Trinity rivers, and, next to Col-onel Short, was the best story-teller and most popular liar in the mines. Handsome, too, was Jones, and proud. Give him full credit for all that. He needs it now, the poor, -ich United States senator. Jones could oinch a mule. He says he could work, swing a pick, or ply the shovel. Ataybe he could, but we never saw him try. Perhaps this was only one of his many little ■stories. But cinch a mule You tfbould have seen Senator Jones, of Nevada, cinch a mule the big bell mule. Ah, these were the good old davs when Red Bluffs was the head of navigation, ma the one single, narrow little pack trail to Trinity Centre wad simply an endless, tor- tuora, tiresome, braying, yelling, cursing; moving corkscrew of mule-s and Mexican packers, all knee-deep in dust. Dust on the mules and Mexican driver.?, till all were of th» same colour of clay; dust on the wnglm, dust in the .beans, and I do believe some duet got into the sugar mats, too. There vvu. a Frenchman, and the French- man had wife, and the wife had a garden all full of old prospect holes—holes m de-»p 2nd dark a? sin. The two didn't get on very wet!, and, one dark and stormy ni^Ufr the man, half-drum: at the time, Colonel Snort said, disappeared. He had been last seen in the garden of dark and deep holes. The water was booming over the whole place by rooming, and, as it abated, the poor, lorn French widow went from one prospect hole to aaothsr, and wept and wept. She could not decide in which one of the three deepest holes her husband was buried, iWW st) she planted flowers and shed tears one copiously each day. This touched the heart of Colonel Short, and as she, like all good Frenchwomen, was a good vook, he furnished supplies, and she set -tp e- little resort, or restaurant, which soon <> csine the very heart of booming and beauti- ful Trinity Centre. It was there thai all the high-toned and first-class poker games were played. It wa. there that Sheriff Jones and Colonel Short told their most brilliant talcn, a»d^ "were wont to set the table in a roar. And so it was that the widow prospered amazingly; but she did not forget her buried lord in the vegetable garden, or neglect the triangle of possible or probable graves. So ia: from that, she went to Shasta City with her very first money, and ordereed" three marble tombstones. It looked odd. t-has triangle of tearful tombs, to Sheriff Jones ill tha.t pretty garden down the sloping hill beyond tne fesSive door, and he told the widow so in the gentlest terms possible Inere were likewise many other men in Trinity Centre, miisuhievous pejsoua, and cleariy not of the aristocracy, but voteI: wno did not Like this profuse display of tombstones, and Jones threw himself at their head, and once more made solemn pro- test with the widow. "Tins three-cornered grief, madam," Ac >ajd| "ne ha stirred a spoonful of sand and Kanaka sugar in his whisky, "may cj acute, a ^ort of acute triangle, as *it were but one don't like it spread all over creation' f(:r bieakfast and dinner and 3upper." She did not quite comprehend, and, to make himself clear, he said, still more solemnly and slowly, as he stirred up the sand, slid took a swallow:—• "Maoam, the square described on the hy- pothenuse of a right-angled triangle its equal to the sum of the squares described (.n the other two sides therefore, why not focus These terrible and mysterious new words convinced her. In the" dim, poetical, and dreamful twilight of that afternoon she end the obese, obtu.se and rotund partner of Sheriff Jones, Colonel Short, silently and solemnly carried two of the tombstones into the little restaurant. Fancy the dismay and horro- ot Jones on discovering, after a hurried breakfast next morning, that lw. had ta-len his meal on a m-rbic tabif- a tombstone upside down He simplv roared at the obese, obtuse •>nort wlii'a he got back to the store, and bold him he could have the widow, tombstones and xll, entirely to himseif. thereafter and for ever Th0 tombstones vere carried into an old shed. hl1'j they had aheady created a coolness bet teen the two tfcat never to tihis day has quite thawoi out. ? Some of the custom fell off, too, and there were those whu hinted that the spouse was not dear; at all, not withstanding this profusion of tombstones, but had picked up Be hpt a store and post-office. I a big nugget in China Gsanp gulih, while jrou !i»g through the chaparral with hie shot, gun in quest of jack-rabbits, md h.t-u gon-j to Frisco bo have a good time. Years ao year3 rolled gently and swiftiv along. Jones and many good men went away the, pack trains went; stores, fre*gut wagonc, immigrant wagons, women, all tl.ese things came, and still the pla»tonic and oirouLe Colonel and the pretty widow stayed. The Colonel ha/1 become a doctor—do en; or or" both law and medicine. He performed all the marriages, aid, in cases where he thought the tie uot quite so fast as the Gordiaa knot;, he kindly decreed an occasional divorce, jnsi; to tMige. In medic-ine he never loet a ca-se. This, perhaps, was due to the good French coo kin the pure water, and the fine air, as much as anything else, for he rarely administered mediaines. Stop a minute. Let it be ex- plained that there was, most likely. one fieath. but hear the facte, amd you will hardly blame his want of skill, but rather mis want of memojy, for this one fatal ter- mination. The patient was a poor leprous loafer, repulsive from sore* and want of soap, and also sadly in love with the widow. Colonel Dr. Judge Short believed in simple remedies. He nearly always, for example, applied moist, I clean earth to all sorts of bruises and broken limbs, and with marvellous results. And to ■;how How nearly right he wae in hris primi- tive method, let it be mentioned that the French turgeons of the army used this iimple remedy continually in their late great war. Thta most retmarfcable Judge of Trinitv reasoned tibat if a Httle earth will heal a EttIe trruise or break, a lot of earth ought to heal a lot of big sores as well, and so he had a pit dug away up the hillside, and one pleasarrt twilight stood the man in there with ttie dirt packed tightly in about Him up to hiis very chan. He wanted a drink then. the poor leprous and soapless loafer. amd so the generous widow went to her restanrarnt. returned. got down to him on her hands and knees, and filled him half fall. of. giu. It had been hot wotk in the sun, and so the men drank heartily ail around of what was left, drank twice three to his good health. Then they filled his mouth with tobacco, put a lighted clay pipe in Irks teeth, and, as the long, dark shadows of the lordly pin: trees came down over the kindly and humane group of sympathisers I with the poor fellow, they, one by one, melted a, way down to the common centre, the widow's tables. The doctor was ti# last to leave. He could not feel the pattent's pulse, but he got down on his hand's and knees, as the widow had done, and took a good look at his tongue. As he arose and brushed the pint quills and fresh, «weet earth from his knees. he heard the howl of the wolf far away on the wooded mountain top, and, knowing how timid was the widow, he hastened down to where s'he stood waiting and took her home to where the hungry and merry crowd was already waiting for supper and the usual game of poker after. There had been a big "find" that day, and I so the game was unusually steep, prolonged, and absorbing. Besides 'that there was a I I A-hilf drowned Chinaman had returned. I sensation. A half-drowned China-man, one of s;x who had suddenly disappeared a few days before, taking one of their number in a handcart, fast on his back with innumerable broken bones, so they ;;a.id" had returned True, tluey had not called in "doctor" with his earth and other simple remedies, but they had ta-ken pains to t^ll everybody that they were in great haste to get the dying man, who had been crushed in a landslide, out of the mountains before lie died. The stage driver had remembered that when he met the little party near Shasta City they had a yellow flag displayed above tlifc cart, indicating small-pox. Well, the story now was that the hand- cart had held the biggest nugget in it that had ever been seen in the light cf day in California. besides a lot of other and smaller nuggets. all taken the week before from China Canip Creek, near town. The half-drowned Chinaman had begged his way back from where he had scrambled out from the overturned canotC in the Sacramento River. leaving his dead companions, and now was compelled to tell the truth to the magi- strate in the hope of getting back his abandoned claim and cabin; a hopeless hope. But the sensation of sensations took place next morning at about daylight, when the great poker game was a,t high-water mark. The lost Frenchman, the man who once had three tombstones when he was net even entitled to so much as one, walked ;.ii, sot down in a corner with a shot-gun on hi? lap, and waited, but waited not long, to see that crowd melt into thin air. Jones had long since gone far, far away; had become Senator, a cri-kat and greatly honoured United States Senator. Colonel Short was a man of resources, when not blinded by the little blind bov in hi.3 purs plaitonic lov* He did not wait to see the crowd go. 'He set a virtuous example, and was first to leave. He had business at his store. Later, as thf grey dawn came, the late widow saw that he was burning at least two candles, and. maybe, many letters. The stage left at sunrise each morning. A mile from Trinitv Centre, in the midst of a cloud of dust, the horses were thrown back on their haunches and a man clambered up without a word and took his place with the drive, Certainly, Senator Jones would give his old "pard'' of poker and Trinity a great place. The country needed him abroad, and abroad he needed the country. Did you ever know a man go to Jones and get the promise of a place? Or. rather, did you ever know a mm who didn't go to Jones and get the promise of a place? One year, two years, five years, ten. fifteen. Short grew short in every sense. Possibly he was as tall a.s ever, but he seemed only about half his usual height and twice his usual thickness. He had thouarht he could play poker. It cost him much to find out that he aid not know the first thing al>out that delusive chimera. He had believed he knew a little bit about politics. Firteeen years taught him he knew less even about politics than about poker. At last, driven desperate by disappoint- ments. he made an open quarrel and protest with Jones. Jones blaudlv referred him to the Civil S ervice Examination Committee. "Me ■' nie Hell and blazes Did Bava^d have to put up with that Civil Service examination?" At last word came tha-t the .ubiquitous Frenchman had kindly laid aside his shot- gun and consented, so far a,s he could con- sent. to let the tombstone still standing in the garden, with some alterations of dates, record his many and manly virtues. "Jones is not a bad man. except that he is such a dreadful liar about offices," sa'd the retiring colonel at the palace as he drew o.ut the little check from a Washington letter. with the Senator's name attached. "Yes. hoys," he cried to some old cronies, "back- goin' for old Trinity. By George. I can sr-e the stately old) sugpr pines nodding their plumes to welcome nve. I can see the rabbits dancing in the dusty road as the partridife whistles at sundown from the chaparral hill for him to dance. I can see the large-evei timid deer step daintily out in the' dusty stage road and look up and down, and then passed across unharmed. I can hear the rustle of the cool, sweet waters over the cobblestones and sands of gold; and I am going to get gold, gold. gold. as of old. Come along with nH', boys! Why, bless rre! It used to oost a month to get there, and all sorfcs of triaJs and privations, while now we can go in no time, live on nothing, and be like lord's as of old. Same skies. same mountains, same rivers, same sweet air and spicy smell of wood and carpet of pine quills. Glad I didn't get a place after all. We will open, the old China Camp Creek with a grand sluice We will—goodness what will w.e not do?" And so the little fat Colonel Short pulled together a few of his old companions. They, too, thought the mines of old Trinity still the sweetest, healthiest, dearest place on earth, and so had only wanted a leader and some one to "pull up a stake. And what a happy, hilarious old party ii wa,s that trundled out of Redding in the old stage drawn by the six dustv old horses. Thtv chatted of the widow and her waste of tombstones. The merriest stageful and stagetopful of old boys that the world ever saw or lieard of. At Trinity Crossing they saw little farms on either hand, and fruit trees laden with rosy apples. Pretty girls, rosy as the ripe, red fruit, stood out on the low, vine-covered porches, and showed their prktty teeth with pleasure, as the old heads bowed and bobbed, and hats went high in the air in happy salutation. Too old fco be scandalised now, the two rotund miners reached out in the wondrous moonlight that poured a path of silver down the hill for them to walk upon. They ascended towards the great sugar pines that had oast their lordly shadows over them that last twilight when they had been together in Trinity Centre. As they approached the spot where they had left the man buried to tlie chin, with a pipe in his teeth, the colonel seemed to re- member, and suddenly asked, as if for the first time- some dreadful idea had come to his obtnise mind. "Did—did he get well?" "Mon Dieu! Mom D;eu! I no bin see he He no bin see me 1" The colonel groaned. He fell on his knees at the spot. There was a little depression in the ground—n foot or two of soft. sweet- smelling pine quills. That was all. He Mt about in the leaves a little—for the bowl of the pipe. maybe—but soon he rose up, cheerfully brushed his knees with his two hands, and afI they sauntered back to the "French restaurant"' he proved to the widow that the man had, of course, got well and got out, for as he fasted and convalesced he, naturally, grew very thin, and so, of course, crept out as beautifully as a butterfly from the chrysalis. And she believed it. indeed, so did lie, for, in fact, it is quite possible, although it is said by the miners that the •wolves ate his head on the first niisjit.

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