Morris tribune., 1903-01-03

1t was worth seeing, that noun
tain stream as it mouthed at thu
straining timber in the boom. Il
was worth seeing, but the air was
cold and wet, and in the second
hour of our watching the innkeep,
er's daughter, being upheld by mel
Their hospitality nor ambition, be,
sought me to accompany her to the
boomhouse for the purpose of get
ting 'thored out"
The boomhouse showed its little
red window just below us on the
rocks.
The two tiny rooms of the place
looked warm and bright as we
opened the door.
Half a dozen men were drinking
coffee from tin cups at a table.
The boomhouse man, apathetic as
ever, with his resinous looking hair
in his pale eyes, was frying bacon
in a great skillet.
The innkeeper Joined the throng
at the board. His daughter and l
sat by the stove in the inner room.
shall never forget that room.
The pattern of the homespun COW
erlet on the boomhouse mans pal
let is indelibly with me.
Soothed by the heat, the innkeep-
er's daughter dozed off, with her
feet on the hearth. I remember OBJ
serving with dreamy interest the
yellowness of the teeth exhibited in
the graceful abandon of her slum-
Der. I thought of snuff. I think l
had drowsy moment myself.
Some one stamped noisily into
the other room and asked for whis-
ky. I glanced out. It was the mill
man of Idy's infatuation. He flung
himself at length on a bench behind
the cook stove and lay with shut
eyes. His clothes were dripping
with thin mud, and an air of utter
WEAKNESS pervaded his attitude.
He had scarcely looked at the
boomhouse man. I glanced at him,
however, and became aware that his
aspect had changed. Something
like life shone in the pale eyes I'M
der that unkempt hair. He was
standing still, just staring with a
half blind gaze at the man on the
bench.
Suddenly he stepped forward like
a shadow.
cts you, amt it ?" he said.
The man on the bench shot round
a startled gaze. He saw the revolv-
er in the lean hand leveled toward
him. He must have recognized
Idy's father in the figure standing
over him, sternly poised as to a
deed of necessary vengeance.
81 knowed God Almighty d give
you up to me soon or Late" said the
old man simply. II waited. They |
amt nothin' to say. You know
what you're dyin' for"
The whole thing was singularly |
oassionless and without any aspect
If tragedy. On the stove painful
If meat cracked. Noises from out
side came distinctly. The candle
1ickered and cast a thread of light
IN the lifted face of the man on the
bench.
I myself had sense of inability
% move or speak. The innkeepers
girl slept on. Whatever conscious
less | had seemed to be in he mill
mans frame, passively awaiting a
sharp, metallic click. There was no
chance at all for him. He seemed
% see this and to take it calmly.
eco on" he said. IT wronged
you. I've got-a little daughter-
myself. If you've any heart in you
don't say-why"-
His voice broke.
The briefest instant passed, and
hen there was sound, but not the
ound we waited for. The boom
louse man moved little. The rig
IT left his form, and ! saw his arm
all slowly against his side.
II amt goin' to kill you," he
nuttered. ''You got daughter.
10 and see as no black hearted vii
ain steals her from you.'
The Discovery Of Glass.
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