The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1903-02-10

SHE WAS SITTING On THE ARM OF HIS
CHAIR.
wright die-as is the duty of Il poor
man with Il pretty wifc-I couldn't fan
cy Mrs. Cartwright returning to fight
| the battle over again.
| 1t is true that | was puzzled by the
fervency of her prayer for the dishon-
est trustee, though judged it was
part of her fidelity to her husband,
part of her long resolve never to re-
proach him for their poverty.
He raised her hand to his lips before
he answered the question which he had
seen in my eyes.
| Il suppose he saved my life" said
Cartwright, land that is why Marjory
blesses him. May heaven bless her!
was a wild boy, Mr.. Cameron. My
father always gave me plenty of mon
ey, and went the pace. as the phrase
| is"
| HE was not so bad, l guess" said
Marjory, with Il hand upon his head,
where l observed that the dark brown
hair was thin at the back of the crown.
LET my bald spot be the witness to
my crimes said he, reading my eye
again. ut was bigger at twenty-five
years than it is now, and fellow
doesn't get such an ornament for moth
ing. Late hours, champagne. bad to-
bacco in sitting cafes under the glare
of lights! Yes, yes; it is a blessing
that my trustee became a thief before l
had time to become anything worse
myself.
Il was beginning to feel the strain.
| My pet doctor pointed out an open
grave to me every time | went to see
him, and finally he drove me NJ into
the woods for Il little rest. He did it
by promising that the relaxation would
give me life for Il year and perhaps two
of the fun that | was having
"Fun" echoed Mrs. Cartwright.
Upon my soul" said her husband,
"it was the empticst, painfulest most
sodden. wretched and hopeless exist
cnce ever suffered by Il mortal crea-
turc. But didn't know it then. Well,
came UP into the Adirondacks with
half Il dozen other protligatcs before
whom the grave also yawncd, and we
endeaNorCd to restore our health by
sitting all day and night in the room of
Il little hotel a few miles from here
drinking bad liquor and playing cards
for money. remember. that the luck
was dead against me all the time-thc
worst run | ever had. Indeed. about
the third day sent Il hurry call to my
trustee for funds. But. MIR. Cameron,
mt the very moment when | was writ
| it,,r Ia, 4
twenty-four hours later he was on his
secret way 10 South America, or some
say 10 China. with the wreck of his
dishonesty, Heaven forgive and bless
him, 1t was the beginning of a new
life to me-
You went back to town and started
over again, | SUPPOSE"
Il have never been out of these woods
since then" said Cartwright. except
when took my hoy down to Albany to
school at the beginning of this fall In
the old days when that thunderbolt hit
me | went TO bed. believing that the
grave which my doctor had pointed out
to me was my only refuge and wishing
to encourage it to yawn as hard and
rast rs possible. Presently my cross
n and Grabbed old uncle, William Cart
e wright from Brooklyn. appeared upon
the scene and favored me with the de-
e tails OF my ruin. He closed by offering
4 me small allowance on the bargain
8 that l would live up here in the woods
t for year or for longer unless my
d health should be fully restored
e II was willing. There was no reason
J. why l should go back. But dying isn't
It 80 easy up here. Strangely enough,
], acquired an appetite for life. l began
Is to so out hunting with guide and sur
le prised him-and myself far more-by
e. developing into first rate shot with a
q rifle. Before the end Of that winter I
<, had gained nearly twenty pounds,
l. though you wouldn't call me fat as
o. stand. and I could eat bear meat right
of the bear.
l. MIR. Cameron. liked the life l wa,