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Show HE DIED 3 AY INC " CUSS." A. WAX DEREK FROM THE FRONTIES WHAT WAS VOL'XD OH HIS LIKE A ST. lie eat on the stops of the city hall, he-iid in his hands, and one could not help but notice him. He wore a coat of wolf skins, a bearskin-cap, buckskin buck-skin breechei, and his grizzly hair hung dowa on his shoulders in a tangled mass. He had drifted east from the wild frontier, and he had fallen sick. No one knew for a long time w:Tt ailed him, as he would not reply to inquiries; but finally, when a policeman shook his arm and repeated re-peated the inquiry, the man slowly lilted his head and replied: "I'm played!" His taee was pale and haggard, and it was plain that ho was going t i have an attack of lever. He was nt to the hospital for treatment, he .naking no inquires and answering no questions. This was a month ago. lie had his personal effects in a sort of a saclt. These weroa brwech-load-ing ritle, a hatchet, a knife, and several other articles, and when he had been laid on a bed in one of the wards, be insisted that the bag be laid undur bis head. They orlered1 him medicine, but he turned away his face, ana no argument could induce in-duce him to swallow any. "But you ara a sick man," said tho doctor, aa he held the medicine UP- ' Cuss sickness." .rAD-H! tu. oJJ "And you may di? ! ' "Cuss death !" Ho grew worse as the days went by, and was sometimes out of his head, and talking strange talk of Indian tights and bufialo hunts, but not once did he speak of family, friends or of himself. He would not let them undress him, comb his hair, or show him any attention beyond be-yond leaving his food on the stand. A raging fever was burning up his system, ami when the doctor found that the old man would not take their medicine, he knew that death was only a matter of days. He must have have had an iron constitution and a heart like a warrior, war-rior, for he held death at arm's length until the other day. When it was seen that be could last but a few hours longer, the nurse asked him if a clergyman should be called. "Cuss clergymen !" reoJled the old man, those being the first words he had spoken for three days. However, two hours after his mind wandered, and he sat up in bed and called out: "I tell ye, the Lord isn't goiu' to bo hard on a feller who hsa fit Injuns In-juns 1" He was quiet until an hour before his deaih, when the nurse made one more effort and asked: "Will you give me your name ?" "Cuss my name !" replied the old man. "Haven't you any friends?" I "Cues friends 1" "Do you wish to send your things to any one?" "Cuss any one !" "Do you realize," continued the nunje, "that you are very near the grve?" "Cuss the grave !" was the monotonous monot-onous reply. No further questions were asked, and during the next hour the strange old man dropped quietly asleep in death, uttering no word and making no sign. When they came to remove the clothirjg and prepare the body for the grave, what do you suppose they found, carefully wrapped in oilskin oil-skin and lying on his breast? A da-guerrotype da-guerrotype picture of a little girl ! It was taken years and years ayo, and ' when the child was five or six years old. The face of the little one was fair to look upon, and the case which held it had been scarred bv bullets. There were a dozen scars on the'old man's body to prove that ho had lived a wild hie, but there was not a line among his etl'ecta to reveal his name or the name of the child whose picture he had worn on his breast for years and! years. Who was ohe? "His own darling, perhaps. He would not have treasured the picture so carefully care-fully unies there was love in his heart. No one would have believed that the wol&kin coat covered & hean which could feei love. or tenderness, but it did. He might have been r-turniDff r-turniDff home alter years of weary 1 wandering, or he might have left the frontier t be sure of a Christian burial, and hoping that no un-sympathelio un-sympathelio eye'wou.d fall upon the picture. Some said kesp it, to make it identify the oid man, but others1 laid it back cn the battle-scarred j breast whi;h had preserved it so' long, and it was taere yesterday when ; they buried hun. Dtlroii Fret Frtu. j |