The Bad Lands cow boy. [volume] (Little Missouri, Dakota [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-1886, 1886-03-11

wasn't rich enough to take us and %
travelling. So ut last he rented two If
tie rooms, and put US ii! care Of the
Hufstodts we'd lived in jersey Civ.
before that, but he knew about them,
and and 4thoughthe'd like to have us with
s. such good FOLKS and put some money
sgh g Dank Tor US, and started with an
exposition to South America -some-
thing orc other sent out by the govern
mrlent, and s he was going to engrave the
pictures of their reports, you see. AT
ter he had been gone awhile the Huff
stodts moved tosswhere we are now and
the money began to .getlow in the bank,
and there didn' t any more letters come
from papa; but that didn't surprise us,
because we knew he was going away
into the wilderness where there Werenit
any postotfices. n, But one day Mr..
Huffstodt brought in paper to Cecil
and ME, and said 4 You poor child
rem, what will you dop' And there was
tho notice Of papa,s. death, 81. G.;
Smith, of that very expedition,-and
then we knew why we didn't get the
letters any more. = VI q.
He stopped, with choke in his
gether. 3 81 Z, n Z
SO far from home oh!my poor,
poor James, murmured the elder,
clasping her namesake closer; "and
what did you do then. poor babiesp''
3aOh, the Hufstodt were, very kind;
and after awhile he got me this place
as messenger-boy, so that I can pay for
things myself;eand we're very comfort
able. Az $i 35i3 sfs5s &
tice, dearp" ss 81. Z :,
"About six months, and he was gone
nearly a year before that :
They sat very quiet then, and the fire
burned lower, till only mass Of. Goals
glowed beneath the tiles, whena quick
ring at the door bell startled them all
An instant later the ubiquitous j ohr
"a very interrog point from heaG
to foot-stood in the entrance. /,
Miss Smith, there's two men here
and one says he would like to see Hi
children if - ~ 4 Is q.
Ills childrenp' shrieked jamie ane
Celia, in chorus. flames - sobbeG
Miss Smith, while all three rushed into
the hal. *. &,
F. For the next few minutes not even ar
instantaneous photographer could have
done justice to the; scene the crazy
children clinging to their father, the
woman, with clasped hands and wild,
| questioning eyes, standing in the back.
ground, till the words from Jamie,
90 papa! it'll is Miss Smith, your
cousin, = caused the newcomer to
bound forward with cry of ssCelia
My Cellar and Ito the horror of john
clasp his virgin mistress in an ardent
embrace, y: II 53. * 55.:;;s
But even my poor description is not
SO confused as the little group which
unanimously entered the library Their
laughing, stalk king, crying, explain
ing, and protesting with running fire
of "Glorys!n from John and '.Y ahs!'
and "Plessmy souls!'' from, Mr.. Huff
stodt, who had led the father hither.
II When something like quiet was re
stored the matter. became simple
enough, however. Mr.. Smith had writ
ten whenever possible, but falling, in
that region. to receive the children
letter giyingtheir change of address
his missiyes had, of course, been misdi
rected and unanswered until, becoming
thoroughly alarmed at last, he had
thrown up his situation and started fol
home, much delayed on the journey by
storms and an accident to the steamers
machinery. :9:} $.i, 3ss,t,..5g y .s,z
Upon arriving in the city he had
4 found the Hnffstods BY means of the
directory, only to- learn that his chill.
dren had been summoned in q very
strange and sudden way to No. on
the avenue. As the Huffstodts were al:
ready growing alarmed at their pro
longed absence, the kind young Ger
man had gladly hastened with him to
their rescue only to find you, Celia,
whom ] never expected to see again!''
He turned and clasped both her hands
while they stood-heart searching heart
in the glow of the dying fire.
i The room, the inmates, were forgot.
ten, and each saw a pretty lawn, shaded
by:a great oak tree, and two figures
one a youth, walking slowly away, while
the other, slender girl, with point.
ing hand and blazing eyes, said sternly,
"Go!,' 35!!ss y IS. -
Did that youth the bearded traveller
of to-day read the same fiat in those ewes
which now met his, or did their tears,
their softness, their wistful pleading bid
him s.Stayp'' s;ssi...' - s.
Aychildish voice broke the eloquent
silence, and bridged the gulf Of eighteen
years:
"Bnt, Papa, who was the J. 6. Smith
that did diep'' 2 II, & e rs
"Oh, the lover was, a father once
again, though his voice had caught q
new, exultant tone as he answered, =
she was our photographer. His first
name was Jasper, and he died ofswamr
fever, poor fellow! Celia, are you glaa
it wasn't I Pr 8 is .zs
a Natural Salmon Trap.