The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-11-12
THE TIMES, NEW BLOOMFIELD PA. NOVEMBER l2, 1873

dreamed of intrudlng upon their neigh
boris grief with poor suggestions of re-
quital Away In the city across the
mountains men babbled of remedies at
law. But this mans hurt was beyond
the jurisdiction of any court. Day by
day the hollow cough grew more fire.
quent and the awkward step slower
Nobody asked him to quit his work now.
Even Mrs. Brandt shrank from the pa
tient misery of his face when idle. He
came into the kitchen one evening,
choosing the old quiet corner, and fol-
lowing her with his eyes silently.
" Is there anything lacking, Brice 2"
The woman came and stood beside
him, the great wave of pity in her heart
yelling up to her voice and eyes.
Nothin' ma'am, thank ye,I've been
thinkin'," he went ON speaking more
rapidly than was his wont, "an' dun
no. You've known NV people gettin'
wrong in their minds, s'pose. They
wus mostly smart, knowin' chaps,
wuzn't they ?" the low monotonous
voice growing almost sharp with earn
estness. "I reckon you never knowed
of any one not over bright gittin' out of
his head 2"
wouldn't think o. them things,
Brice. Just go on, and do the best, and
If there's any good, or any right, or any
justice, you'll come out ahead that's
about all we know, but it's enough if
we stick to ii"
I" 1 reckon you're right, ma am. Pears
sometimes tho as if anything nd be bet
ter than the thinking
Happily, it all came to an end one
afternoon. Brice was at work on the
ditch again, preferring the cheerful COM
panionship of Joel and Bert Fox to his
own thoughts, and Mrs. Brandt was
alone in her kitchen. Two shadows fell
across the worn threshold, and weak,
questioning voice brought the good
woman to her door instantly.
6 Good day to you, ma'am. Is there
a man named Brice livin' nigh here
anywhere?"
1t was woman's voice, q woman
with some bits of tawdry ornament
about her, and a round-eyed boy cling
ing to her skirts.
Mrs. Brandt brought them into the
house, urging the stranger to rest a bit
and get her breath.
Thank you, a'am; I'd like to he
movin' on. Do you know if he's WELL
We're his wife and boy"
The woman told her story presently,
when Mrs. Brandt had induced her to
wait until the men came home--told it
with no unnecessary words, and her
listener made no comment.
My brother come week afore we
was leavin an he helped us off and
came as far as Omaha. He'd done well
out in Nebrasky, and he give me right
smart o. money when we left L took ill
on the road - disremember jest where
an they left me at a town with a
woman named Dixon. She took care o.
me. was out o. my head long time
an when come to, l told 'em to write
W DIlCe, All tney VIII, di IeChOi
they took the name NV the place from
the ticket 1 was weak like fur long
spell, and they kept writin and no
word come, an then recollected about
the town, it was Los Angeles on the
ticket and then couldn't think of tn e
place I'd sent the letters to before, and
the thinkin' worried me, and the doc
tor said must not try. So jest wait
| ed, an when L got to Los Angeles L
KEEP a asking for a man named Brandt
| 'pears to me there's Brandt way over
beyond the Mission. An then it came
to me all at once that the place I'd writ
to was San Gabriel Mission. An went
there and they showed me your house
Then man give us q lift on his team
part o. the way, and we walked the rest
1t didn't look very fur, but they say that
mountains in deceivin'. There's some.
thin kind o. grand about them.
reckon, it makes everything pear sort
o. SMALL
Mrs. Brandt told Joel about it that
evening.
" just took the two of 'em up to the
shanty and opened the door, and you'd
cried to see how pleased she was with
everything. And told her to kindle q
fire and I'd fetch up a bite of supper
And when I'd carried it up and left it,
| just came back and stood on the step till
| saw Brice comm home. He was
walking slow as if his feet was dead
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