Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1903-12-19

lhey We Deon pretty square" rrpli.1
Canary loyalty, but they Amt iust ,ht
same, somehow Coin to stay nowgp
lie looked wistfully up into his'friends
face
"No, Sonny. This here camp oinp
Just the place TO spend the fortune Tya
brung from the North Pole-bu, r,,
goin' to take you with me. and OoYi
hlrN it together, by Thunder"
Canary's eyes shone delghtedly Inn,
his limited vocabulary could Yield my
word OF expression save n prolonged
'Ge-ee!' hut Newell was gatlsded'
his former look of coDtent replaced ~
iloeting lines OF regret, and h. drew Inv
boy towards the other room with ro
show OF resentment.
Keen sensibllites are moi. as a rpIo
Part OF a miners makeup; but thor,
was not a man IN the room there tbo,
had not acute shame written upon oynrv
feature They hung about the stovc
hardly caring 10 meet one another's
| eyes ana not looking once at the evil
| dences OF Newel's generosity that
made their shSme more poignant Tho
only unabashed occupants Of the room
| were the preacher children, who. TAX.
! ing advantage OF the general preocr,,-
patton were rlning the boxes OF enough
cakes and candies 10 ruin their diges'
| tons forever.
NCNelFs sudden re-entrance brought
! q shade more embarrassment upon The
| crowd, and not man could meet his
| eye save Jimmy, who squared his
| shoulders as IL TO meet a blow and
faced the old prospeotor with an apol.
ogy.
| you can't make us feel any moro
| like 30 cents than we do" he began
| grufhy. I'VE didn't set out TO be mean
TO the boy, but we didn't just see any
| particular obligation to pick up iob
you seem TO have shook. But when NE
| remember how you flshed out the little
kid when he didn't have no claim ON
| you--why we feel worse n a palr of
dueces Canarys a dandy little chan,
and ! wlsh--T just wish you'd Kick us
all roundl'
why. jim" demonstrated Newell.
| you just stop that kind OF talk right
now. | up and left the kid.-not expect
| in TO be gone so long OF course-and il
amt reasonable to s'pose you'd do more
fer my boy than give MIN a bunk and
boards-and he says he's had both He's
goln to i've on the fat OF the land from
now on-and he'll soon forgit these four
tight years. SO shake on II, and shake
with my son and heirl And then'we'll
have a Christmas dinner that you and
| he'll never fergt,"
And then Little Chief Strengthened
| its shoulders and felt once more man.
and equal 20 meeting the old miners
| eye and shaking the little tad's" hand
| until the tears came into his eyes at
| their vehemence.
a torrent of Chinese from Fong who
| appeared at the doorway signihed that
| worthy mans desire to set the table,
and the men departed TO the bunk
| rooms TO swell up for the occasion.
| Little Chief had reason to remember
| that dinner. Newelps bounteous hos.
| pitality had extended the invitation to
| every soul In the camp, from McPolin
who for the first time In weeks was
sober enough to want something to eat
| to Jerry Main and her crowd Of
| guests. The preachers wife brought
| her little tow Enthusiastically gorged TO
a state of repletion, but ready as al
| ways, for more-and she herself pre-
sided by right Of her sex at the head
| OF the turbulent board. where her light,
| capable touch, the men declared, added
| flavor of home even to the heathen's
| dishes,
Canary had walked straight into
| Paradise. What else could explain
the fact that he was treated as the
| most important parsonage presents
that he was helped first, and helped to
a plate Of such proportions-every man
| ndu hlutu u llu-Dll us II MtHl NpNH
| the line--that II was a sheer physical
lmpossibility that he should ever get
on the outside OF Il? IL Is true that
| some carping critic might have pro-
tested against the presence In Paradise
of such hardened sinners as Ed Lawton
| and Grouchy Ben, or so very material
an angel as Jerry Main with her red
face and redder hair. But no one
however prejudlced, could have with
held the title Of cherubim from the lit
tie rosy-faced children, who at the close
of the meal slumbered sweetly with
| their white heads down on the table.
cloth or denied the seraphic sweetness
of the faded face that beamed tenderly
upon all those rough miners. Every
time that Canary raised his eyes TO
meet hers. something in their calm
depths seemed to stir an unknown part
| of his soul--a something that was still
ed at laugh or a word from one or
his more familiar companions.
AS a fitting close to so suspicious an
occasion, Reddy Newell rose solemny
to make speech, Newell was no ora
| tor--a sort OF bar-room eloqucncc was
the best he could boast--but ready
wit and fund Of really thrilling adj
ventures. mnde his speech one that held
the long rblo-ful wrapt with inter-
est. hut 1t was the peroIeton that
brought the sensation Of the day.
Who'd have thunk.' asked Reddy
with grandioquent flourish, --"whod
have thunk eight years ago when
! nshed that there little tad out o
the ashes of Dacey's lumber camp,
whmperin' little atom"
"Dacey's?" It was the preachers
voice that had thunderously repeated
the name, and from the end Of the ia
4 - III. ..raf - Tnf taf oh
| cey's2"
Newell first looked annoyed at the
| INTERRUPTION, and then thunderstruck
as he saw the two staring at him as
II mesmerlzed,
Eyes. Daceys,' he repeated wonder
ingly, "over in Lone Pine canyon
burned In So
David!
MARY"
The woman had fallen back weakly
in her place. but the preacher had
risen and pushed back his chalr'
Tell me-" he begged breathlessly OF
Newell, "did you find child there-a
boy-alive?"
"Darely--iust escaped burning by
| helm nearly drowned. But why-why -
| Newell noundered while fugitive
memory returned 20 him. you amt
that parsonY' ,,o
Mrs stookey had grasped the table
with both hands and leaned forward
with strained expectancy. our pa
vie was the only child In camp-ne was
with neighbors, They were purheu
and We lost our boy ~ A.,
"Wen. mann" said Reddy win thss
hombast all gone from his bearing ana
voice, 81 reckon he's found -,
INV Davlel" was the mothers gnu
orv ns she swept to the boy and gain
cred him 10 the bosom that had neN.,r
Goa sod TO yearn for him. the poy
father. without stirring from ms piaog,
had bowed his head as Simply 10
} child. and was praying ,,.o,io, of
! ha ioet wes ms voclferous as II was
sincere for even the slumborlng lhno-
| cents awol,e and added their shrl ,s, a.,