The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-03-16

80 GOOD EVENING SAID TNs GIRL, HASTILY.
the second one of like age, haggard, I'M
healthy and with bitter curves about the
mouth, and CLINT of hate in the face-light
as if her nature were curdled by . touch of
never-cooling rage. At the third some
what younger lady. but dull-eyed and cheer
less, much as if the fire and light Of life
were dead in her, and at the fourth pretty
vapid little thing, almost child in years,
with babe upon her breast. At all the
doors, save the last, children thrust their
eager faces out, but about all the women
there chung visible heart-glOom and the
spirit of blight. None of them knew where
their husband had gone, but indicated with
something like shame that he might be in
the next apartment. The last one said,
however, that she thought him over at the
Bishops; so the girl mounted and rode
away, feeling that cloud which women of
Mormonland see forever hanging over them
-darken and thicken as she went. In q mo-
ment she was before Bishop Parley's house,
structure like that in which DR.. Dubette
lived. but of two full stories, longer, and
with large barns and other buildings in the
rear. Dubette and the Bishop were talking
in subdued voices at the gate when the girl
rode up. and when their eyes fell upon her
they exchanged meaning glance and
bowed obseQuiously.
GOOD evening"" said the girl, hastily.
80 Doctor, can you come to our house right
quick! a young man was hurt bad across
ing the ford, and needs you.'
Certainly" said the doctor, stepping
about excitedly, 81 will go directly,
madam" and, with kind of twisting bow,
he was OF for his instruments.
is the young man strangerg' in
aquired the Bishop, affably. He was q man
of medium height, forid, large Of girth.
and with a cunning, greedy eye.
"Yes, Sir" said the girl, 8. he was going
from Gray's across the valley to Eagles"
and she turned the horse and melted out
of sight, where the street curved into the
shadowy lane.
"She's got grit and go in her when she
gets awake," said the Bishop to himself,
and he shook his head doubtingly, and stood
staring at the gloom hidden ground. But
she will have to!'' he muttered, presently,
lifting his head with a sinister, evil look,
and closing his big jaw with something
like snap .'She will have to, that's all"'
and he turned through the gate, and went
in to comfort himself as best he might.
with the company of his sixth, and last, yet
all blu. stale grown wife.
Meantime. up In the house among the
cottonwoods, 3url Hartman, with a little
fare of sympathetic light shining in each
one of his shaggy eye-caves, had been busy
rubbing the sufferer, and talking to him in
his kind. garrulous fashion. He seemed q
very soft-hearted, simple old man.
sThere's nothin' like alkerhol to rub onto
We when yo'r bad hurt" he was saying
''Brandy air pore makesheft fer rubbin'
sonter the outside. II air pert huff fer
drinkin', though don't fetch it of'en' am
never would on'y fer my weak lungs, but
on the outside it air too weak, it don't git
holt Like alkerhol Lor'. back in ole Tennes-
see heap Of whisky listed to be aguzzled
AM agot away with when | was a young
;ster. but couldn't never bear the pizen stuff !!
A fetch of alkerhoi in case of bad hurts
-er sickness, or mebby sup of brandy, was
aplentr fer me. There, ven be easier now
with them there wet things ofen yo'. Now
I'll Jest slip this clean sheet under yo' !;
'Treapy air good at washin' an ironin''
'pears to me never got in between sheets
that seemed ser sweet an pure-like as hern
do. Yes, Treany air a mighty good worker
an no mistake, but she never talks much. She
always hes been a sort of still person sence
We crossed the plains, when she was born
an her mother was lost. Yes" he said.
softly, 'she was lost, an l was broke down,
too, an every thing is changed sence: but
the Lord led His select TO these here mount
ings of His'en fer their good; it was His
ways, an He will pervide. Now, I'll jest
put this ere blanket over yo'; the nights in
Utah in June air mostly cool, but yen be
better fer it,
Thus he rambled on, falling into fit of
coughing now and then, and soon Trean
came into the kitchen by the back door and
began building fire. A glance through
the door showed her the injured man lying
quietly with eyes closed, but breathing hard,
and with a soft but anxious expression on
her face, she went about her work. Pres
emily Dubette came busting in, and with
him slow-treading, ox-like young fellow
of good form and features whose eyes lit