Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1890-04-04
BUTLFR PA. FRIDAY. APRIL 4, 1890

which fell down upon the sieeplnE bhhN
in her arms. The world was not go hope
less. desolate and cold after all.
Now, l hope Council wont stop out
there and talk politics all night Hes The
greatest man to talk polite aud read The
TriLaH,. How old is IL
She broke off aud pe.-red down at the
face of babe.
Two months and FIVE days, said The
mother, with a mothers eXactness.
.Yo don't say9 The dear little pudzy
wudzy," she went on, stirring it up in the
neighJorhood of the ribs with her fat fore
finger
'Pooty tough on you, to 60 galliyantin'
across lots this way
yes, that's so; man cant liit noun
tain. said Council, entering the door
Sarah. this is Mr. Haskins, from Kansas.
He's been ct up and draw out by rrasahop
pers
Glad to see yeh IA, empty that wash
basin and give him 4 chance to wash
HasEms wa. a tall man, with thin,
gloomy face His hair was reddish
brown. like his coat, and seemed equally
faded by the wind and san. And his sal
low face, though hard aud set, was pathct-
ic somehow. lou would have felt that he
had suffered much by the line of his mouth,
showing under his thin, yellow mustaehe.
"ITain't Ike got home. Sallyf'
"Iaint seen i'm.
..waaI, set right up, Mr.. Haakins, wade
right into what we've got; tain't much, but
we manage TO live on it-ahc gifts fat on
it, laughed Council pointing his rhnmb
at his wife
After supper, while the women put the
children to bed, Haslins and Council went
on talking, seated near the huge cooking
stoyer the steam rising from, their wet
clothing. In the western fashion, Coun-
ell told much of his life as he drew from
his guest He asked but few questions;
but by and by the story OF Haskins'. terri
bic struggles and defeat came out. The
story was a terrible one, but he told it
quietly, seated with his elbows on his
knees, gazing most OF the time at the
hearth.
II didn't like the looks Of the country
anyhow" Haskins said, partly rising and
looking at his wife II was used L north
em Ingyanie where we have lots o tim
Der n lots o rain, an 1 didn't like the
looks q that dry prairie. What CALLED NE
the worst was going 81 far away aerost so
much fine land layin all through here va
cant"
And the hoppers eat ye four years hand
runnin', did they7'
Eat They wiped us out. They chaw-
ed every thing that was green. They jest
set around waitin' for us to die to eat us,
too. My Cod I used to dream of 'em sit
tin round on the bedpost working their
jaws They eat the fork handles. They
got worse and worse, till they jest rolled
ON one another piled up like snow in win
ter. Well, taint no use; if | was to talk
all winter eop!dn'i help thinkin of all
.hat land back here that nobuddy was usin'
t-.t- ought-a had, stead O bein' ont
there in that cussed country
WAL why didn't ye stop here aud set
tle7" asked Ike who had come in and was
eating his supper.
Fer the simple reason that you iellers
want ten'r fifteen dollars an acre fer the
bare land and hadn't no money fer that
sort o thing
"Yas, | do my own work. Mrs. Council
was heard to say in the pause that follow
ed. ':Pm ge;tin' purity heavy ter be ON
my laigs all day, but We can't afford t hire,
so / keep rackfn' round sumhow, like
foundcrcd horse S'lame--I tell Council
he cant how lame | am, fer I'm Jest as
soul laughed at tho joke on herself as she
took n handful of flour and busted the bis
cuit board to keep the dough from sticking
We'll, | hain't never been very strong
said Mrs. naakina Our folks were Can
adams, and small -boncd and then since
my last child hain't got up again fairly.
don't like 10 complain-Tim has about
all he can bear now-but they was days
NHtH l jest W uliicd W ldJ IlSuJ ubHH anu
die"
"Waal now, I'll tell ye, said Council
from his side Of the stove, silencing every
body with his good natured roar, '1'd go
down and see Butler, anyway, if 1 was
you. guess he'd let you have his place
purity cheap; the farms all run down. He's
bin anxious to let to some buddy next year.
1t 'ud be a good chance for you. Anyhow,
you go to bed and sleep like babe I've
got some plowin' to do, anyhow, an we'll
see if somethin' can't be done about your
ease. Ike, you 20 ont and see if the horses
is all right, and I'll show the folks to bed"
When the tired husband aud wife were
lying under the generous quilts of the spare
bed, Haskins listened II moment TO the
wind in the caves, aud then said, with a
slow and solemn tone:
'HThere are some men in this world who
are good enough to be angels, and only
have to die to be angels"
Jim Butler was one of those men called
IN tho ,vast GLAND nnnr - Earl,, in the his