The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1904-05-12

Carpenter. have you? locations fine
anyway. and to me it's sort of pictur-
esque. You'll like Mrs. Hathaway.
She's buxom. motherIy woman who
runs the boarding house for eighty men
and still finds time to mend my clothes
for me. And you'll like Solly. Solly's
the tug captain. mighty good fellow,
true as gun barrel. Wen have him
take us out some still day. Well be
there in a few minutes now. See the
cranberry marshes. Sometimes there's
a good deal of pine on little islands
scattered over it. but it's very hard to
log unless you get a good winter. We
had just such a proposition when
worked for Radway oh. you'll like
Radway. He's as good ms gold Helen!'
Yes replied his sister
II want you TO know Radway. He's
the man who gave me my start"
"All right. Harry" laughed Helen.
'I'll meet anybody or anything from
bears to Indians
II know an Indian, too Gcczigut an
Ojibway. We called him Injun Charley.
| he was my first friend in the north
woods. He helped me get my timber.
| This spring lie killcd n mana good
job too-and is hiding now. wish |
knew where he is. But well see him
some day. He'll come back when the
thing blows over. See! Sec.'
"What:' they all asked breathless.
ITS gone. over beyond the hills
there caught glimpse of Superior"
You are ridiculous. Harry" protest
ed Helen Thorpe laughingly. Il never
saw you so. You are regular boy"
"Do you like boysi" lie asked gravely
Of TIilda.
adore them" she cried.
"All right. 7 don't care" he answered
his sister in triumph.
The air brakes began TO make them
selves felt, and shortly the train came
to Il grinding stop.
"What station is this?" Thorpe asked
the colored porter
"Shinglcvillc. sah.' the latter replied.
II thought so. Wallace, when did
their mill burn. anyway? l haven't
heard about It,"
Last spring. about the time you
went down"
rs that so? How did it happen"
"Thcy claim inccndiarism,' parried
Wallace cautiously.
Thorpe pondcred moment, then
laughed. Il am in the mixed attitude
of the small boy" he observed. who
isn't wicked enough TO wish anybody's
property destroyed. but who wishes
that If there is Il fire. 10 be where he
can see il. am sorry those fellows
had to lose their mill. but it was a
good thing for us. The man who set
that fire did us a good turn. If it
hadn't been for the burning of their
mill they would have made q stronger
fight against ue in the stock market"
Wallace a.,I TIilda exchanged
glanccs The girl was long since aware
OF the inside history of those days.
you'll have to tell them that" she
whispered over the back of her seat
1T will please them"
Our station Is next" cried Thorpe,
land it's only little ways. Come
get rcadyr'
They all crow wded into the narrow
passageway near the door, for the train
barely paused.
"All right. sah," said the porter,
swinging down his little step.
Thorpe ran down TO help the ladies'.
He was nearly taken from his feet by
a wildcat yell, and moment later that
result was actually accomplished by
"a ruSh nf thnt col him hnIilx,
on to its shoulders. At the same mo-
meut the mill aud tug whistles began
to screech and miscellaneous firearms
exploded. Even the locomotive engineer,
in the spirit of the occasion, leaned
down heartily on his whistle rope.
The sawdust street was filled with
screaming, jostling men. The homes
Of the town were brilliantly draped
with cheesecloth, flags and bunting.
For u moment Thorpe could not make
out what had happened. This turmoil
was so different from the dead quiet Of
desertiOn he had expected that he was
unable to gather his faculties. All
about him We're familiar faces upturn-
I'd to his own. He distinguished the
broad, square shoulders of Scotty Par
sons. Jack Hyland. Kerlie. Bryan Mo-
lOney: Ellis grinned at him from the
press; Billy Camp. the fat and shiny
drive cook; Mason, the foreman Of the
mill; over beyond hOwlcd Solly. the
tug captain; ROllway Charley. Shorty.
the chore boy; everywhere were fea-
lures that he knew.
AS his dlmming eyes Travelled here
and there. one 10y one the Fighting
Forty, the best crew of men ever gath
cred in the northland. impressed them
selves In his consciousness. On the
outskirts sauntered the tail form Of
Tim Shearer, a straw peeping from be-
meath his flax white mustache his eyes
glimmering under his fax white eye
brows
Big Junko and Anderson deposited
their burden on tb'' raised platform Of
the office steps. Thorpe turned and
fronted the crowd.
AT once pandemonium broke loose, as
though the previous performance had
been nothing but II low voiced rehear-
sal
"Oh, aren't you proud Of HING gasp.
ell Hilda. squeezing Heien's arm with
Z little sob.
In moment Wallace Carpenter, his
countenance glowing with pride and
pleasure, mounted the platform and
stood beside his friend, while Morton
and the two young ladies stopped half