People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1896-11-26
JEl[ HASTINGS LUCK.

JEM HASTINGS LUCK.
The Widow Wilson'S farm had seen
better and more prosperous days and
now was travelling backward. 1t began
at the top of Brindle hill, where it was
bounded by the county road, and stray
gled down to the lake shore, its hun
bred acres or so wandering over hills
and dipping into hollows until they
terminated at the bay, with its rim of
white and glistening sand.
One of the most picturesque spots of
earth, and right in the center Of it,
browning a rounded knoll, surrounded
with stalwart oaks and butternuts,
suuatted the house of its owner.
Itwas always a difficult spot to reach
in winter, when the drifting SHOWS
piled high their white pillows against
the low eaved structure and hid the
windows from the outer world. But in
summer it was a delight, this moss
brown dwelling beneath the oaks, and
at one time had been a home around
whose hearthstone had gathered sons
and daughters.
Now it was desolate. The passing
stranger would have but added it to the
category Of deserted farms. No sign of
life was visible this bright Thanksgiv-
ing morning. From its wide, paneled
chimney no curl Of smoke invaded the
crisp and frosty air. The light fall Of
snow that had covered the ground the
night before showed no trace of foot
steps leading from the weather beaten
door. And yet there was a stir of life
in the farmyard, in the hollow among
the trees, where the old barn tottered,
ready for its fall. There flock of fowl
and turkeys wandered disconsolately
about In the adjacent stall an old
horse stamped impatiently for his break
fast and a forlorn COW chafed restlessly
at her stanchions. Except for these the
old farm was as silent as when Its first
owner carved it from the virgin wilder
ness. A rustling Of the shrubbery that
fringed the tall, stiff ranked pines on
the hill beyond the barn told that Wis
itor was coming to Lonely farm. A hui
man head appeared in sight. 1t was
crowned by a wooden cap, from beneath
which peered a pair of black, bright eyes.
Their owner took off the cap and mop
ped his brow. He was rugged country
lad Of IS, we'll knit and sturdy, with q
pair of rudy cheeks, white teeth and
lips rosy, but with droop of sadness.
New England, always hard to her
children, had taken from this boy the
home and mother that make Thanks
giving, even as it had taken from the
widow all but the wretched framework
Of what had once been home.
House looks like mothers used tC
after she got so she couldn't get about u
soliloquized the boy, staring at the
smokeless chimney. "I'll bet there ain
been nobody near the wilder in week,
and I'll bet. while I'm a-bettin, that SHE
needs SOMEBODY. Guess I'll find out
what's the matter. "
He strobe down to the house and
knocked. There was no response. Only
the crow in the oak tree was disturbed
by the unwonted noise and few away,
with cav Of alarm. A second KNOCK
startled the fowl in the barnyard which
greeted him with suppressed chuckle,
but there was no answer from within
Guess I nights we'll go in" HI
pushed open the the crazy door and en-
tered the room which served as kitchen
and sitting room all in one. A table stood
in the center Of it, covered with a snowy
cloth and set as if for supper. A tai
clock licked in the corner under thu
stairs but its rhythmic beats only seem
ed to make the silence audible 81
seems kinder creepy, that's fact. Hop
there amt nothin happened to her
Wonder where she is? P'rhaps She
asleepw
He raped loudly, and then put hi
ear down to the keyhole, listening in
tently. At first there was no response
Then he thought he heard faint qua
vering voice.
Its me-Jem Hastings I've com
to see if you need anybody"
Come in" The feeble voice strug
gled with cough. Then: Eyes, I'm s.
glad you've come. l was taken fain
yesterday and had just strength enougl
to crawl to bed. Perhaps
What, an you amt had nothin +
eatl"
NO." with feeble smile.
well, if you'll let me try, I'll max
a cup Of tea"
Jem closed the door, set his gun in
corner and looked around for the plac
IN which the widow kept her stores
The dressers ranged against the wal
were bright with old fashioned pewte
platters and china Here he found
caddy of tea and then set about maxim