Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1895-06-22
HIS MOTHERS LETTER

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"'Good mornin'.'
"'Seen anything Of a man about
your size straddle of a sorrel mare
lookin' heap like the one you rider
"'No. I haven't
'"That's purity good mare o. yourn.'
"'Yes, she was worth a cool $500, but
she's q little wlnded now; say, mister,
I'll give you $500 clear for that one o.
yOurn and stop the deal He was
maxim a good blum. Mister Editor.
Hoss stealth In them days war death
on the spot. He knew we war on to
him. His offer would well pay for the
broken down boss an he war a'bankin'
that his money would pull him through.
But yer see he didn't know Mcconnell.
Mac had been cap'n of the vigilants
back In 'G3 up In the Basin and had a
name ter keep white. He Just smiled
Mt the mans innocence. That's a
straight blind O. yourn. pard. an It
stands Us to come In, but we're thar
an hold you over. You look q leetle
might played out as well as yer mare.
II you'll Jest get down and jine our
little party it'll stretch yer legs and
maybe ye need stretchin' all over
HE got little white under the gills,
but slid down without n word. We
followed suit. and Agncw threw over
his head moose, an passln' the other
end over a limb Of that old lone tree,
nodded that things war ready.
"That young fellow war game ter
the last. Never moved a muscle.
Seemed kinder like id shame. Nc.
Cornell went up to him and said:
"'Now, pard, Is everything all right?
Docs It lit your neck accordin' to
Hoylc?'
"'All right
"'Have ye anything to say why this
err little picnic shouldn't procecdT
"'Nothin'.'
"'Have ye got any word ter leave to
yer friends? If ye have make 1t short,
fur we're goin' to break camp inside er
ten minutes
"That young Teller took his eyes of
O bit Of sage brush fur the first time
and looked us straight In the eyes. His
eyes war blue. took notice Of that
an his face war clean and kind Of
pure lo0kin'. He didn't seem to be
takin' much interest In what war goln'
on o. round him. Kinder had fur
away, talkin.ter.the-angels look. Made
me feel as though didn't count NO
how. Kept thinkin' Of some things
learnt In Sunday school In Missouri
when I warn't bigger nor that basket
o. papers. Then he came to and draw.
In q cr,implcd letter from bis pocket
spoke with q kinder tremble In his
voice.
"'Perhaps you are a better scholar
nor I he. II y0u'll Jest read that an
be kind enuf to answer 1t, Ill tell yer
what ter say
Mcconnell had already passed the
coil Of rope to Jim Agnew and he had
drawn 1t taut. He took the letter an
az we hung around kinder curious like,
he opened It an read out loud:
"'Et0wah, Ga, Jan. -, 1904.
"'My dear son, James. for long weary
months I have waited for news from
you since your last dear letter to your
old mother. God bless you James.
aud answer my prayers that this letter
may reach you. thanking You for your
ever Thoughtful care Of me In my old
age. But once more to look into your
dear face and feel that my baby boy
was near me would cheer my old heart
more than to possess all the gold In
Idaho. When are you coming home
You promised me that 10 the spring you
would come back to me. May the good
God watch over and prosper you and
return my dear boy to my old arms be.
fore l die. From your loving
"'MOTHER.'"
Joe paused and looked vacantly up
at the ceiling. His eyes followed the
drunken gyrations Of a yellow wasp
The heavy rumble Of the great cylinder
warned me that the outside pages were
going to press and that more copy would
soon, be needed. Stlll waited In a.
lence.
"That letter did the business.
"McCOnnell had had good edica
ton back In Michigan and he com
menced In a strong, clear voice. but
a'fore the closing words war out. 1t wal
all We could do ter hear his voice. Yes
sir, an my eyes got weaker nor a sicl
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