Clarke courier. [volume] (Berryville, Va.) 1869-1997, 1903-10-07

their ponies. wnen m came ,op,u.
along on his bronco I'm the loose jointed
cowboy style.
Well" he drawied out. bringing his
bronco 10 a dead stop I'm single bound.
''hes lit
"Liti Where? whstr' said I. look
Ing round for an eagle or some other
dying thing.
Your BANKED Sky Pilot. and he's
beauty. a pretty kid-iooks too tender
for this climate. Better not let him
out on the range" III was quite dis
gustcd evidently.
WHATS the matter with him. HIP
why. he amt no parson. / don't
go much on parsons, but when 1 calls
for one I don't want no bantam chick
en-. No. Stree. horse don't want
no blankety-blank pink and white
complicated nursery kid foolIn' round
my graveyard. II you're goin' TO
bring along a parson, why. bring him
with his eyeteeth cut and his tail
feathers on"
That Hi was deeply disappointed was
quite clear from the selection OF the
profanity with which he adorned this
lengthy address. II was never the ex-
tent Of his profanity. but the choice.
that indicated HIS interest in any sub
ject.
Altogether the outlook for the mis-
sionary was not encouraging. With
the single exception OF the Muirs. who
really counted for little. nobody want
ed him. To most OF the reckless young
boods Of the Company OF the Noble
Seven his presence was an onense. To
others simply nuisance, while tho
Old Timer regarded his advent with
something like dismay, and now HIS
impression OF his personal appearance
was not cheering.
My first sight OF him did not reassure
me. lie WAS very slight. very yo ng,
very innocent. with "A face that mi.ht
do for an angel. exc spt for the touc. OF
humOr in IL. but which seemed strange
ly out of place among the rough. hard
faces that were To be seen i'm the Swan
Greek country. IL was not a weak fac.
however. The forehead was high and
square. the mouth hrm. and the q 6
were luminous. OF some dark color
violet. If there is such color in eyes
dreamy or sparkling. according to his
mood: eyes for which a woman might
lind use. but which in a missionary's
head appeared 10 me one OF those cx-
traordinary wastes Of which nature is
sometimes guilty.
He was gazing far away into space
infinffsaixr 1.snxnnH H.. fn.f1,fff- ..
blue line OF the mountains behind them.
lie turned to me as drew near with
eyes alight and face glowing.
1T is glorious," he almost painted.
"You see this every day. Then. re-
calling himself. he came eagerly to-
ward me. stretching out his hand.
You are the schoolmaster. l know.
DO you know, it's a great thing,
wanted TO be one but 1 never could get
the boys on. They always got me tell
ing them tales. was awfully disap-
pointed am trying the next best
thing You see. won't have to keep
order. out don't think can preach
very well. 1 am going TO visit your
school. Have you many scholars: DO
you know, / think its splendid. l
wish could do It,"
/ had intended to be somewhat stiff
with him. but his evident admiration
Of me made me quite forget this lauda-
bic intention. and rs he talked on with
out waiting FOR an answer his cnthusi-
assn. his Difference TO my opinion. his
charm OF manner. his beautiful face.
his luminous eyes. made him perfectly
irresistible. and before I was aware I
was listening TO his plans for working
his mission with eager interest. SO
ea ger was my interest, indeed. that be-
fore ] was aware l found myself ask
ing him TO tea with me I'm my shack.
But he declined. saying:
I'D like 10 awfully; but. do YOU
know. | think LatOur expects me"
This consideration OF Latour's feel
ingS almost upset me.
You come with me-" he added. and
l went.
Latour welcomed us with his grim
old face wreathed in unusual smiles.
The Pilot has been talking to him too.
I've got IL, Latour," he cried out as
he entered. Here you are" And he
broke into the beautiful French Cana
dian chanson a In Claire Fontaine."
TO the old half breeds almost fearful
delight
DO you know" he went on. Il heard
that first down the Mattawa." and
away he went into story OF an ex-
perience with French Canadian RATS
men, mixing up his French and Eng
lish in 50 charming manner that La
tour. who in his younger days long ago
had been shantyman himself. could
hardly know whether he was standing
on his head or on his heels.
After tea l proposed ride out 10 see
the sunset from the nearest rising
ground. Latour. with unexampled
generosity. offered his own cayuse.
Louis
Il can't ride We'll" protested the
Pilot.
"Ah, OATS good ponce, Louis" urged
Latour. He's quiet lax wan leetle