Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1885-09-18

ed ni,a; But ssr they said: "He's got some
When the big wheel was set agoing, and
tne macnlnes in the mill began to make q
ir!gnslst CHATTER, then it was that Little
Spoilers enthusiasm and delight seemed
to be greater evel than such a little BODY
as nls could contain. He spent hours and
hours IN the mill watching the machines
cloth. A
By and by squids saw that Little speller
Snm;d sig has, dreaming, distracted, and
dreadful noise in the mill that's confusing
MS llst.e mead" reasoned Squids; and he
urged 1ne boy to go there less frequently,
but Little speller went, as was his won't.
Al length squids saw that the boy was
ousylng INNS off day and night with the
there ana squids was pleased, though he
could not comprehend what this strange
thing was that Little Speller was build
ing. Inc boy seemed absorbed by his
work. when he ate, his great dreamy
eyes were liked abstractedly on his plate;
but ne slept soundly, and Squids was not
"Ihere's something in him that's work.
ing ono,a reasoned Squids, and when he
saw Ine nerce energy and enthusiasm with
which htttle Speller cut and shaped and
plane and fashioned the bits of wood,
Ss,qulds was sure that whatever it was
that was working out of him was working
out we'll.
One day Little Speller said, as he put
his hand on the thing he had made:
''There,. it's done, and it's all right. It's
better than the ones they've got In the
mill, only it's wood.
asked Squids.
tits a weaving machine."
ITS worked out of you Part OF you
Is In that thing, Little Speller, and it's a
greater credit than the toll board or the
gate"
Then squids in great glee went and
"see," said he, when he had brought the
man, that air is worked out of Little
Spe!ler: Part Of him is in it, and it's
credit"
The Superintendent glanced with some
interest at the model, more to please the
lad and Squids than for any other rea-
"show him how it works." said squids.
Little Speller did so. 1t was rude,
clumsy; but as the boy explained the
working of it the superintendent became
excited. He fingered it himself. He
on his forehead, for he was intensely in
terested. At last he said: 'That will rev.
ol~utionizs wooden mills. The things
built wrong, but the idea is there. Where
did you get that idea, Squids?"
"Mew exclaimed squids. "Me! faint
been working out of him ever since the
mill was built. Amt it a credit"
Credit" and the Superintendent
smiled. "What do you want for 1T" he
asked.
II want to see one built and set to
will you let me build it?"
ooh, if you only will" begged Little
Speller.
"Put that down in writing, and I'll
promise you III fit the mill with them;
yes, and a hundred mills"
Squids and Little Speller seemed dazed
by This unexpected glory.
"He's going to put what's worked out of
you into a hundred mills, Little Speller,"
said Squids as he looked almost reveren.
TALLY upon the boy.
/. 1t was as the superintendent had said.
Selling Little Spoilers idea, he had prop
erly handled it, builded machines, OBJ
tanned patents therefor, and had revolu-
tionized the wooden mills that were then
%springing up throughout Eastern New
England, and had he opened a mine of
gold there on the banks Of the Quinne-
baug, the Superintendent could hardly
have had more riches.
But Squids and Little Speller were con-
tent. They would go up to the mill and
watch the new machine, weaving yards
and yards of cloth, Little Speller with the
most ~ecstatic delight, and Squids with a
sense Of awe. 'That's you, Little Speller.
That's you working. 1t amt the machine.
That's only wood and IRON"
By and by Little Speller began to APP
pear distracted again, and he spent many
hours watching the transmission of power
from the water wheel to the machinery.
"Something more is working out" rea-
soned Squids, but he held his peace.
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down the road. He went to open the gate.
There were four or five men, and they
were bearing a burden. When they We're
near Squids saw that they move gently
and bore their burden tenderly, and that
their faces were very grave. They, did
tered Squids' little house, and laid their
burden upon his bed. Then Squids saw
| Little Spoilers pale face, and a little red
thread that was wildly tracing it's way
on the white cheek down from the temple,
and the eyes were closed and the hand
hung limp. squids stood there motionless
a long time, then, turning to the men, he
said. with dull, phle ymatic speech and a
| yelled appearance of his eyes: "Was he
| working it out""
HE was" said one, sand he forgot him.
self and got too near the shafting and
"Yes, yes. He was a working it out. "
said squids mechanically, and with no
intelligence in his eyes. Then suddenly
he darted fiercely to the bedside. Little
| SPELL. had opened his eyes. He saw
| Squids and knew him.
s'Thid," he said.
squids bent over him, but could not
speak.
"Thid, 1 shall neve work it out" he
wills pered.
Then he turned his eyes longingly to the
| old model across the room, and then
| looked imploringly at Squids. The gate.
keeper read his wishes. He pushed the
| old model up to the bedside. Then Little
| Speller put one hand upon it, and with the
| other outstretched till the palm rested
gently upon Squids' face, he looked up
| with one peaceful glance and the flicker OF
a faint smile, and then the light passed
out of Little Spoilers eye forever.
The men saw what had happened and
went quietly away, leaving Squids alone
with Lit lie Speller.
In the altar days Squids would sit by
the old model, gently speaking to it, and
affectionately causing its mechanism to
be put in operation, and he would say
Little Speller is in there. He is in q
hundred mills. You can hear him, but I,
when I look at this, I can see him, too.'-
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-Courtship in Utah--''Well, good
night, dearest George; I hope you viii!
reach home safely. Can not you call
again tomorrow EVENING"" mo, dear