Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1886-04-29


years old, who was leading pale,
touchdown man, who walked with diff
Guilty, leaning on crutch.
Heart alive, child, said Miss Com
fort, whose kindly nature involuntarily
sympathized with all who were suffering
or in distress what ais you, and what
do you want here?"
please, maam," began the child
eagerly, "if you could give us nights
lodging-poor papa is so sick and tired,
"No, can'tr' abruptly broke in
Eliakim Fairhaven. This amt no
llmshouse, nor yet charity place. II
ye can pay your way, well and good: II
ye can't the sooner you go about your
business the better|
we have no money" timidly began
the child, while the man, as IL stunned
md bewldered by the heartless fluency
Of the old farmers speech, leaned up
against the fence, pressing his hand on
his forehead, but"
Then clear out and be done with 1t =
said Eiakim. rcsuming his seat with
| dogged compoSure. Miss Comfort looked
appcalingly at her brother.
III could just get EN- a bowl o
H.;lk, Eliakim, and"
Stuff and nonsense" sonorousl,
calculated the farmer; d" I amt a-goin
10 give in to that sort Of thing. One
begin, and you'll never leave off, yo'
soft-hcarted womanfolk y
Slowly and YEARLY the two poor trav
elcrs turned and lUlodded their wa,
ldown the broad, Justly road, tn
languid steps of TIE invalid scare
keeping up with the tripping pace q
the child.
"Oh, papa, papa" solbed the littl
girl, turning her blue, wist'ul eyes to TIL
white, worn face, "how cruel people are
Never mind, Essie," he said, with
mournful tender pathos in his voice
it will soon end. 1t cannot be TO
long, as far rs l am concerned, poo
child But for you--." He stopped
his voice husky with emotion.
They had walked what seemed to littl
Esther Bell weary way, when there wa
n rustic among the wild-rose bushes tina
ovcrhung the stone wall at their side
aad voice called hu-: .cdly to them t
stop"
Its me-" said Hiss Comfort Fai
haven, reckless of her grammar. Ella
kim-that's my brothcr-he's gone ovi
to the class meetin' at Squire Dundas':
and cut down through los to overtak
you. l tell you l can't somehow g
your fathers face out O my mint
You're sick, aintyou, mister"
Il shall on be quite we'll" he al
swered, calmly. and Comfort F airhaven
more experienced eye detected the hit
] len meaning which the little girl nevt
once suspected.
Where are you going?" asked kin
Miss Comfort, her voice growing husk
in Spite OF herself
I'VE are going to my grandpapa,
said little Essie. "Grandpapa wa
vexed with my mamma for margin
papa and going to England, but pap
thinks he'll take care OF me nov
But won't stay with him unless pap
stays, too
And she resolutely frightened hi
grasp upon the thin. fever-burnin
hand.
II s'pose you want to get to Lonl
lale?" said Miss Comfort.
The man nodded.
&" Is it far?"
Eleven good miles yet" said Mis-
, Comfort; but I'll tai you what
make Joab get out the wagon, and wit
agood buffalo robe over the seats you
ride easy enough. They'll be back afol
Eliakim gets through shoutin' an
kind o religion-and while you're avail
. in I'll bring down a smack o brea
and meat and n bottle Il my curral
r wine. faint good to traveI on an emp
stomach"
And five minutes la.er Miss Comic
was carrying her bospitable intention
: into effect, greatly to the delig
!; and appreciation of the hungry child.
: Now, see here" said Miss Coz
fort, drawing the child aside. when Jo'
drove up with the comfortable far
wagon and stout old horse, 4 dol
o guess you've got more money than "
Z can use?"
1--WE have only enough for our IA
road tickets" said Essie, her countc
ancc falling, " but ="
- thought So jaid Miss Comfol
land here's a five dollar bill I've la
aside cut of my butter money that Ell
kim don't know nothln about.
. Tho childs eyes were brimmi
as she looked up In Miss Co
forts honest, hard featured face.
Will you let mo kiss you, Just once
she whispered, standing on tip-toe