San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-02-18
CHAPTER Xxx.
BACK TO OLD ENGLAND.

BACK TO OLD ENGLAND.
DEAR Mr.. wADE-We are fastening on.
can write you but one word. Our journey has
been prosperous. Mr.. Armstrong is very kind.
My dear father, fear, is shattered out of all
steadiness. God guard him and guide me! My
undying love to your friend. Your sister,
ELLEN CLTTHEROE.
Armstrong handed us this note at st.
Louis.
And next morning we three pursued
our chase across the continent.
At New York another hurried note
for me:
We sail at once for home. My father can
not be at peace until he is in Lancashire
again. Don't forget me, dear friends. l go
away sick at heart ELLEN CLITHERoE.
"Pretty well plowed up, that arm of
his'n," said he.
81 have seen amputation performed
for less"
"Then I'm dunn glad there's no saw
bones about. / don't believe mater means
a mans leg or arm to go until she breaks
the solid bone, so that it amt to be sot
nohow. But what do you allow to do?
Lamm ahead or squat here?"
"You are the oldest; you have most
experience; will take your advice"
October is sweet as the smile of a gal
when she hears that her man has made
fifteen hundred dollars off the purceeds
of half acre of onions, to the mines;
but these yer fall storms is regular In
juns; they light down 'thout sending on
hand bills. We ought to be p'intin for
home if we can"
"But Brent's woundi Can he travelY'
"Now, about that wound, there's two
ways of lookin at it. We ken stop here,
or we ken poot for Laramie. l allow
that it oughter take that arm of his'n a
month to make itself right. Now in a
month there'll be p'r'aps three feet of
snow whar we stand.'
"We must go on"
Besides, lookerhere! Accordin to me
the feelins mean suthin, when a mans
got any. He'll be all the time worryin
about the gal till he gets her to her IA
ther. It's my judgment she'd better
never see the old man agin, but /
wouldn't want my Ellen to quit me, eft /
was an unhealthy gonoph like him.
Daughters ought to stick closer'n twitch
grass to their fathers, and sons to their
mothers, and she amt one to knock off
lovin anybody she's guy herself to
love. No, she's one of those stiddy
kind-stiddy as the. stars. He knows
that, that there pardener of yourn
knows it, and his feelins won't give his
arm no rest until she's got the old man
to take care of and follow off on his
next streak. So we must poot for Lara
mic, live or die. Thar'll be doctor
there. Eff we ken find the way it
shouldn't take us more'n ten days. I'll
poot him on Bills sorrel, jest as gentle a
horse as Bill was that rode him, and we'll
see eff we hain't worked out the bad luck
out of all of us for one while"
Armstrong; opinion was only my
own, expressed Oregonly.
"That there A. g. A. mule" says Arm
strong, "was Bills and mine, and this
stuff in the packs was ours. l don't
know what the fellers did with the two
mean mustangs they was ridin when
they found us fust on Bear river-used
'em up, l reckon"
Here Brent hailed us cheerily.
h "Look alive therei We idlers here
want to be travelling"
81 told you so, said Armstrong. "He
understands this business jest as well as
we do. He'll go till he draps. Thar's
grit into him, eff know grit.
Yes; but when saw him sit still with
his back against the spruce tree, and re-
membered his exuberant life of other
days Responded. He soon took occa-
sion to speak to me apart.
"Dick," said he, 'you see how it is.
/ am not good for much. If we were
alone you and l might settle here for
month or so, and write Bubbles from
The Brunnen.' But there is lady in
the casa. 1t is plain where she belongs,