Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-08-20
MISUNDERSTANDING

then for the States.
We Of the ~ bar" who had known him
for two years almost, were at loss to &C
count for this sudden rise in Hens mental
temperature, and probably showed IL. In
deed there were several of the boys who
limited that an explanation from him would
be gratefully received by his curiosity be-
set colaborers, but Hen would merely grin
broad, broad grin and say nothing But
just ten days before Thanksgiving he let
the secret out
Boys" said he, in a muffied voice.
caused by the presence Of knifeload Of
potato in his mouth, Pm goin back & tn
States"
Open eyed establishment all around the
breakfast table.
That's what, boys. Pm goin right after
Thanksgivin tew."
'The dooce, ye sayl Must've lost a rich
r'lation r ben doin a little rustlin on tn
side Now | think of 7, they was some
talk bout thar bein some inside 'sistance
q tn Badly Sites gang wen they honored
this hyar vicinity wi th'r 'tentions last
year" volunteered Red" Posey.
Hen, having Joined literally in the smiles
that followed this remark, went on:
II cast tn insinerations back intuh tn
teeth o. tn red nosed gent VII tn fragrant
name. No, sir; faint neither one mr.
t'other, Mebbe fore go I'll tell ye-an'
mebbe / won't"
And Mr.. Hawkins again smiled, know
ing that the boys would suffer immeasur-
ably until they knew whence came the
stake" on which he was going home
Next day, Immediately after breakfast,
Hen rode Off in the direction Of Browns
vile, the nearest town on the west, about
thirty miles away, and we saw nothing Of
him until Friday, when he returned, whist
ling cheerfully. The boys were very keen
to know what his errand had been, for
they were sure he had not gone merely TO
get a few things from the grocer's and
harness makers, but Hen did not enlighten
them.
That night, however, in the boss room,
he told the story to select audience, CON
sisting Of the boss and the scribe:
II ben kinder holdin off ye see, cause a
Teller hain't no ways cert'n bout savin Us
milk TIL he gifts the pail out FIN under the
caow; but now, bein's I've got it o K, l
mays well tell ye, on'y I don't want tn
boys Z knaow.
aye see, twas this away: Bout five
years ago, back in Maine, / c'ncluded T.
come out hyar an grow up VII tn kentry a
hull lot. 'Twan't cause / WANTED Z dew il,
but, ye see, sort o. he'd tub"
"Ah, yes" observed the boss dryly, 81
believe the late Mr. Sites began his bril-
liant career in somewhat the same way.
Was your difficulty about horse toof"
Hens laugh over, he proceeded, some
what blushingly:
ffNn 10
want no chance thar for poor cuss, an 80
pulled out. Ye see men Molly Hopkins
had bout made up aour Minis g git
spliced, an everything was goin on smooth's
smooth, wen in steps oil George Hopkins
an takes han hisself. OF Hop was a
high toned oil duck an put on heaps o.
airs, cause he was tn best fixed man in
taown, an he'd ben s'lectman an member
Of tn legislator, while | was on'y car
penter an hadn't airy red TIL oil egiot
might've saw haow things was goin OIL
reckon he did-but he never let on TIL one
night he come home I'm taown an heard
men Molly talkin in tn sittin room.
Then he jes' waded in brash. GOSH
how he did go fer mel Went ON q give
me tn devil fer my 'dacity in persoomin
Z tn han o. his, George Hopkins, dar-
ter. TIL ideei | want We T. understan,
young man., says he, th't / hev better
plans fer her thin lettin Ter marry a penni-
less carpenterr N he went on an tore
aroun fer awhile tibet style; but l stood my
groun, TIL fn'lly he says, Young man,
when you en- show a bank count o. ten
thousan dollars, she's your'n, an not
b'fore.' Then he grins hull lot, thinkin
haow I'd hev . hustle a consid'ble spell
fore got it.
WAL, men Molly talked it over a lot,
n finally concluded th't I'd hev q 20 sum
mers else ef ever got forehanded. 30 one
day we says goodby daown in the medder
lot an pulled out fer Californy.
"Sence then I've BEN knockin raound all
over the kentry, tryin one thing N mother.
Purity hard luck most o tn time, tew-but
jes' fore | come hyar | located a claim,
men mother Teller, over in Colorado an
worked il some. 1t didn't pan out none,
so we he'd T. try somethin else, an hyar
come, leavin Peters Z keep up work on tn
claim, him havin job clus by. WAL, tn
other day Peters he sold aout tew Boston
comply fer twenty-five thousan-an my
halfs what / went T. Brownsville fer.
That's ALL"
Hen filled his pipe. said good night
and went out whistling softly.
''By Jover' said the boss ito hear him
tell it in that easy way of his, with the
cowboy lingo and the occasional Yankee
twang, you'd think it a very commonplace
affair. don't know what you think OF It,
but think it decidedly romantic, and Pm
glad it's turning out so well. Hens an
honest chap and deserves all the luck in
the world. The girl must be plucky one
too. Huml HUMP And the boss looked
at the ceiling and blew smoke rings in q
pensive way he sometimes had.
There wasn't man ON the ranch who
didn't hate to see Hen go and who wasn't
honestly glad at his good fortune. Even
the misanthropic Posey evinced not little
regret as he said goodby to him, when, the
morning after Thanksgiving, Hen sat on
his broncho all ready to start for Jersey.
the railroad town to the east Of us.
1t was beautiful morning. almost like
spring, and Hen couldn't have wished for
better day TO start on. The last goodby
said, be Strengthened up, shifted the cool
breeze, looked to see that everything was