Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1902-04-24
IssoURY HELENY, put that

lFrom the Home Journal New York kepriAtsd By
Special Pernilssion)
I'M ISSOURY HELENY, put that
VI book right down an run an
pick up some chips to hurry up this
plaRuey f,e-an' put on some tHters
to cook whilst | sets tn table. Theys
man an womhn-mighty stylish
lookin' folks-what's los ther way an
wants sumpin' t'eat jes' as quick as
ever they kin git it, Lucky | baked
yistc'day, an had that hen on a-cook-
in Jump, now, an take yore min
ofr'n yore reAdin' long 'nuif 10 hep ne
git th dinner" and tall, thin woman,
with scanty gray hair drawn tightly
| back from sallow face, returned to
| the front room OF small weather
stained, story-and-n-han frame houss
where she had left one Of her guests
Il ludy in plain gray travelling dress
standing in tire doorway looking oui
across the broad, level expanse Of "bot-
tom" land stretching away from the
hills nearby TO the Missouri river.
Take tn rockin' cheer, maam, an
rest yorese'f," said the hostess, pulling
| a table to the center OF the room, cov-
ering it with coarse but snowy cloth
and bringing the dishes from the ki,ch-
en- as she talked "fu mus be pow wiul
hongry if yo got yore brekfus to
Whites. They do say they hain't
nothin' fit to eat there. Strange how
yu missed tn road to Jim Banion's-
| leastways tn place what he runs fur
some eastern man; hits bout i've mile
frum here, up t'other side tn Maple.
Hope tn gentleman haint havin' no
! trouble fnthn' tn feed. Theys a-plcnty
out there. Jerry-thats my son-went
over to town this mornin' an haint
got back, an my OIL mans out a-hunt-
in. They hnin't nothiu' Dan llolteu
loves better'n snoopin' 'roun' with his
gun, less'n hits a-playin' on his fiddle.
or readin' story book. Missoury Hell
eny"-going into the ktchen-"is them
taters a-bilin'? That gurl"-coming
back to place dish Of sliced cucumbcrs
on the tablets jest like her pa fur
readin ev'ry scrap o print she Kin lay
her hans on, an she's crazy 10 git a
cdicntion an learn music. lets her
20 to school when they is any, an she
knows bout as much now. MS tn las
teacher, though she hain't but rs las
May. Her pa named her fur IN state
we come from an liam wher Bony-
part wul shvt up to keep him Uut'n mis-
chief Wei. I reckon dinners ready il
yu air" and she brought in q platter
OF strvcd chicken which sent up an ap-
peti4iug odor.
Passing shyy in and out assistirg 9
the taihative woman. was a slender
fuir-haircd young girl in fadcd blue
calico dress. She scarcely liucd the
long dark lushcs yelling pair Of deep.
blue eyes, and slipped away to her in
terruptcd reading the moment the
meal was ready,
Hugh Ramsey, young New York
lawyer, and his sister, Mrs Zadnh Nor.
rison, were on their way to Umaha
where Mrs. Morrison purposed spend
ing some time with former school
mate before joining her brother in
Colorado, where he was going 10 look
after some mining property, At d
small town, between Sioux City and
Council Bluffs, they left the train, that
bright August morning TO visit farm
dozen miles or so distant, which had
been left to Mrs Morrison 10y an uncle
After an unsatisfactory breakfast
they hired pair Of horses and an oper
buggy and, mistaking the direction
wandered about until noon found then
very hungry. at the llolten place, They
had not expected much from the ap
lpearance OF the house and its mis-
tress, and enjoyed all the more the cN
celient meal so soon ready for them
after which they proceeded ON theiI
way, taking the right road this time.
"lIugh. do you remember MisSoury
Heleny, the pretty girl where We got
such good dinner the day We wert
lost on our way to my Iowa iarm?'
asked Mrs. Morrison, tn, evening after
her arrival at Colorado Springs,
81 remember the ridiculous name.
answered Hugh Ramsey lying at e0s,
on a lounge in his sisters room. IAN,
the woman, and, best OF all, the din
ner; but can't say that ! remember
much about the girl \ thin, colorles'
little thing, wasn't she?'
Mrs Morrison laughed and drawing
her low chair nearer, ran her fngri
through his curly locks.
You were hungry, not TO motto,
such u pretty girl! She is rather thiy
and colorlesS now, but she will be
beauty one of these days, promis,
you. | was hungry, too, bat there wa,
something so sweet about her, aut
wha, her mother said about her dcsir,
20 learn haunted me So that went M
there one day and arranged for Len.
II won't call her by that dreadfu
name-to enter st, Mary's, at Omaha
FOR two wears, Her mother. who is al
ollfashioned Methodist. objected n
first. She was afraid them Catholics
would 'prosSerlite' the child; but Mr.
Hoten a gentle, really refined sort O.
man, was very grateful for the op
portunity offered his daughter, an,
spoke up with, Judging by his wife'i
look OF SS'onishment, unusual firm
ness, and she gave i'm. Jctry-o blou,
giant combination OF his cntrrct r,
mother and easy going fathcr-wus 90
our side, and there Lena is, at 81
Mary'S. studying like everything. an,
happy as the day is long ann oul
afraid Of her working too hard; she q
50 anxious TO improve ever, moment.
Dear old ZaGah, YOU are always 90
Ing good to someone" murwur,d he
brother. pressing her white hand to hi