Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-10-11

| Venuons had never part IN her life.
And all this time she kept up "blame
sight o thinlnn," as Tom Owens used TO
say to his wife, who was also an ardent
admirer Of the litllo ''tenderfoot" bride
Sile Burton. cad brought from the States
few months before.
Sile Burton was sleeping soundly next
morning when his wife, the usual smile
gone from her face, stole up TO his bed
side, kissed him softly two OF three
times and ran over 10 the Owens. 1t
was not until 10 o'clock that he awoke
and noticed that the woman by the win
dow was not Mary, but Mrs. Owens.
And he did not know that this kindly,
big hearted woman he'd when she told
him that Mary had lust gone down to
the Springs 10 get a prescription filed
that they couldn't put up here, and
would DO back on the 2;30 train"
Tom Owens, with the blackboard and
fidgeting Bay Nell, was waiting, just
off the trail, a short distance from
Chloride camp. A pretty little woman,
stared ut respectfully by the numerous
men loafing about-for women were
scarce in Chloride, especially pretty and
respectable ones-tripped down the
street, trying to look Unconscious, and
entered the door Of Brad Boutwe1Ps Of
flee. II was the noon hour, and he was
alone engaged in Che pleaaurable oocu-
patton Of disposing OF an excellent lunch
and bottle Of beer. He heard the hest
tating step in the onter office, and
stepped TO the door Of his sanctum,
where he stood, somewhat taken aback
at the sight of his visitor. II WINS sew
eral seconds after her sweet voice had
asked, "ls this Mr.. BoutwellY' that he
recovered his equanimity and gracefully
acknowledged the fact.
II am Mrs. Burton-Mrs. Silas Bur-
ton. came TO see you-to-to"---
But here her courage gave out for the
moment, and she did the very best thing
she could have done-just wept few
relieving tears, while the sympathetic
Boutwell,, who had been q bachelor
lever since he could remember" as he
himself said, "My dear madam-ed" her,
stammered, grew red in the face, vague
ly felt himself triumphant ass, and
finally led her gently to a chair, where
she finished her weep.
Then che pulled herself together and
told him the whole pitiful tale. 1t was
indeed-thought Boutwell,, who had al
ways had more money than he had
known what TO do with-a narrowing
state OF affairs, and 50 his bachelor
heart, overlooking with sympathy for
the poor, frightened little emissary who
sat before him, and being, it must DO
said, rather unsettled by this extra0r-
binary visit, he agreed almost before he
knew it to let the affair alone and switch
the ambitious Hobart off the track
Then, with her heartiest handshake.
a world of thankfulness shining in her
big brown eyes and fervent words Of
gratitude on her sweet lips, the little
missionary was gone, and Boutwell,, his
brain in a whiri, sat down TO think.
Well, by Jovei Now no had done i'll
Why, great sacrificed Caesar. The thing
was impossible, utterly, Hs rushed 20
the door. His late visitor was not In
sight. He sat down 10 think more calm
ly this time.
In politics there are complications no
man can overlook or ignore. There are
multifarious considerations and obliga-
tons that must DO attended to, and
whose existence is due more often than
not 10 circumstances whose discovery
by the unsympathetic world would b. a
calamity TO the individual or individuals
most interested. This case was such a
one. Hobart had "cinch" on the boss
Of Chloride, and was master of the stu
alton, and no one knew it 80 well as did
Jere himself, who was never slow about
gratifying opportunities.
Thus Boutwell, communed with him
self, and the result was much perspira-
ton and an uncomfortable conscience.
"Well, no use shedding any tears" he
said aloud, "but, by Jpvel wish could
keep my word with the little woman.
What little duck she ia, and how Bur
ton ought 70 congratulate himself Hum
-hum-hum! Poor thingl How rocky
she'll feel when she finds | played such
a dirty trick ON her. Ye-es, and what1l
! say 10 myself
Teddy O'Hara, whose family had been |
kept from starving during the strike a
few months before by the charity Of the /
little duck and her husband, and who !
had awakened from his MONDAY nap
under the Office window about ten min !
utes previously, chuckled softly to him !
self and sneaked away, remarking as he !
reached the street.
"Oh-ho! Thot's it, is utl A-hal Teddy, !
me bye. Oh fink yees had betther TEX a |
"Trip over T. Apache the day. Yees don't |
feel loike workin, do yees, nowT" And he /
bid his dinner pail and started down the 1
trail for the county seat, whistling glee-
fully
OF Mrs. Burton's second interview /
with the smooth Mr.. Boutwell, it is I'M
necessary 20 speak at length. II was
for him, but he kept his
Wits about him and did not lower his
Tag, and Mrs. Burton went away with a
white, drawn face-and with the set