The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1903-02-20
Sons Wife.
Copyright, 1902, by w. r

Old Madam Lorimer sat up very
straight and proud in the cid IustJ
wagon, which she a engaged at the
little station to take her to her destina-
| ton.
The driver, a man who might be any
where from 20 to 60, III who seemed tc
the old lady to be one of those cowboys
she had so often heard of, whipped up
the spare horses, to something APP
preaching a trot, and shifted his chew
of tobacco from one cheek to the other.
Ever been in these parts before,
ma'am?" he asked when he a ar
ranged his mouthful more to his liking.
mo, sir" h lady answered stifiy;
then endeavoring to unbend she added,
have you lived here long?"
Its twenty years. I reckon" ans
wered the driver, applying his black
fiery steeds, "sence l struck the trail
right about where the station now
stands. Nc keers here then, you bet; I
beg your pardon ma'am.'
mo offence" smiled the old lady a
little more graciously, then of curse
you must know my son George"
The man started in spite of the i'm
perturbability into which these western
plains seem to tan the mind, as the al
kali dust and eternal wind tougher the
skin.
"Yaas, 1 know George Lorimer; and
so you be his mother? l have often
heard George speak of his mother. He
seems to think a heap Of YOU, ma'am."
She answered with a look of pride and
affection.
George always loved his mother. I
have hardly seen him for ten years.
"Only a flying visit back home, and
they have always been so unsatisfact-
DRY, SO you see 1 made up my mind to
give him a surprise.
Il am very well and strong if I am
20, sir. n 1 determined not to let him
I was coming, n I shall make
him a long visit n fix up his shack.
as he calls it, a little. George never
could look after himself like some boys.
When the young folks We're out camp
lng they never expected George to look
after anything in the tent. How he
has managed these ten years / don't
The driver had edged about in his
seat SO he could partly face his passen-
ger, and as h spoke in her clear, well
voice the look of curiosity
IN his face turned into something like
pity, and almost an expression of ten
ierness shone in his small light blue
yes.
Timber Jim had been out here in the
age brush, many years, and was sup
'osed to be impervious to any soft emo
ION, but his face was q study as he
ooked at the stately form before him.
Madam Lorimer was as dainty and
Weet a woman as he had aver seen,
nd If he had not heard it from her own
.ps no II could have convinced him
was 20.
Her brown eyes were SO proudly
her soft cheek was such a deli
ate red, and in spite Of her long and
journey, she held herself so
rect.
A travelling bonnet of Quaker gray
AIMED h lovely face, and her cos
Tine was a dainty and complete as If
he drove in her carriage down Broad :
(
His feelings overcome him almost; !
hat was there in common between his ,
rinkled Woodworking old mother back ,
and this partician dame? Nothing
nless 1T was that loo of mother love f,
hich is the same, Shines it in hoyeI !
palace. :
Timber Jim cleared his throat, and /,
ave the horses a stroke which caused /,
lem to spring forward, and threatened :
unseat his passenger. :
IN, L SUES 1eoISe mas UOne all "
he said. Gosh darn this DUST" :
another s%hriekfng breeze from a blue )
" without a c.oud blew q fresh re- :
y into their faces. Il beg your par ,
IN, ma'am." Z
he relapsed into silence, only oc- ,
.sionally, hitting his horses v~iciously. .
Id muttering to himself beneath his :
cath. :
They rode madly on; everywhere the
of sage brush; nice in a while /,
cabin In the distance or a tiny bit of :
smoke curling up in the warm =
ctober air. What a desolate place to
'e." thought the madam as she held a
'mly with both hands to the sides of =
e seat, and her heart yearned over =
r poo SON.. He should leave this !
'rrible country; she would beg him to r
home with her: he had often pro- r
ised to. When / have made nv pile. r
he had said so man times 6
It'll a smile, how like his fathers on G
S handsome face.
Il reckon you're mighty tired, ma'am. '
almos there" and Jim pointed t
It'll the handle Of his whip over the t