Comstock Lode (Nev.) -- Fiction; Miners -- Fiction; Virginia City (Nev.) -- Fiction
DEAR FRIEND JOE:--Your going away has caused us ever so much
trouble. It was foolish and cruel of you to imagine--even when
you were in trouble--that any of the Club weighed friendship on
old-fashioned placer diggings gold scales. We are sorry for
your misfortune, but it is on _your_ account that we are sorry.
It is not so serious that it cannot be made up in a little
while, if you do not persist in remaining in some place where
there are no opportunities to do any good for yourself. It may
be a long time, among strangers, before you can obtain
employment. Because you have made one mistake, do not make
another, but without delay come back. This is Tuesday. It will
take you until about Saturday next to get to Austin. You will
be pretty badly used up and will have to rest a day. But on
Sunday evening you ought to start back by stage and rail. That
will bring you home a week from to-day. A week from to-night
then, we shall expect your account of how big the mosquitoes
are at the sink of the Carson, and what your opinion is of
Churchill County as a location for a country residence.
Yours fraternally,
HERBERT ASHLEY.
Alex's letter was very brief, as follows:
VIRGINIA CITY, August 13th, 1878.
Come back, Joe. Were your precedent to be strictly followed, we
should suddenly lose a majority of our most respected citizens.
In the interest of society and of the Club come.
ALEX.
TO MR. JOE MILLER, Austin.
Corrigan did not like to read his letter, but the Club insisted, and
after declaring that the Club would get "a dale the worst of it," he
proceeded as follows:
VIRGINIA CITY, Nevada, August 13th, 1878.
DEAR AULD JO:--It's murthered yees ought to be for doing
onything phat compills me to write you a lether. Whin I
commince to write I fale as though all the air pipes were shut
off intirely. I would sooner pick up a thousand dollars in the
strate, ony day, than to have to hould a pin in me hand and
make sinse in my head at the same moment. You know that same,
too, and hince phy did yees go away and force all this work
upon me? Is it in love wid horseback exercise that ye are? We
have been talkin' your case over, quiet loike, in the Club, and
we have unanimously rached the irresistible conclusion that it
was an unpatriotic thing for yees to do--to propose this Club
business and thin dezart it just whin our habits had become
fixed, so to spake; and it would become a mather of sarious
inconvanience for us to change. In this wurreld a man can shirk
onything excipt his duty, and it is a plain proposition that it
is your duty immejitely to come back. My poor fingers are
cramped to near brakin' by this writin', and it is your falt,
the whole of it, ond I pray yees don't let it happen ony more.
Faithfully,
B. CORRIGAN.
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