The wageworker. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1904-????, 1904-12-16

Copyright 1904, by Daily Story Pub. Co,
"Lank" Jim, as they called him, had
been driving hack in Southern Arl-
IONA for fifteen years, and when took
my seat beside him he knew wanted
information or entertainment. But we
were ten miles on our journey before
he even opened his lips.
It was a relief to me when he finally
turned towards me, and asked whether
had ever been over the road before.
'If you haven't" said he. lust take
sruint at that cabin"
AS we drew near the structure OBJ
served it closely Rather out of pro-
portion, should. say, for. a. log cabin.
In fact it is entirely too high"
That's it, that's it! Why, l have
pointed out. that cabin. to men with
eyes, and yet, when it came to MOTTO
ing anything unusual about it, they
were blind as bats, and to them it's
Just a pile of logs; but you see things.
I'll tell you now that when we round
the hill and look back, like as not,
you'll see mighty different looking
building standing on that spot. Some
see just the cabin, as l said before,
but you'll see more. can't explain it
and don't try. OF course l know a
mirage belongs to the desert, but l
reckon this one strayed and couldn't
find the way back. This country's near
enough like a desert to deceive
mirage anyhow.
LAS you sey, that cabin is too high,
but | have seen it when it was low, so
low that man would have to crawl to
get into it,"
"You knew 1t then in it's infancy.
Nice climate to grow such tall ca.
bins"
See here, mister, l have my own
little jokes sometimes, and if there's
any fun in thing I'm not likely to
lose sight of it. But the going down
Of that cabin amt funny story. If
you're inclined to hear and not butt
tn"
"Ill promise; go on with the story.
1.-THE owner of the cabin (and build
er, tool came out from the East, and
landed here in Arizona to make his
fortune, and ne was in an ALFRED hur.
ry about it. Back there in Gods coun.
try he had left piece of dry goods
that he thought was worth Shaving for
Tie wasn't married, more's the PITY
knew, for I took letters back and
forth. Whenever he got one of them
little violet scented letters he was the
happiest man alive, and wrote her
about three before he got another. II
he was expecting one, he walked five
miles down the road to meet me. She
had corralled him all right, and no mis-
take. This was rough country, and
l. saw he didn't fit in very well; but
he took off his gloves and went to
work. He learned to use the shovel
and pick like the rest of us, and ii
wasn't long before things were coming
his way. He kept saving his pile and
It did grow amazingly. Then he began
to improve his cabin, like he was get
ting ready for company. But just then
noticed that them little violet scent
ed letters were getting few and far
between; but he wrote just the same
Finally none came for weeks, and
then one day l brought him another
He read it while l waited; then as
usual, he rode with me to the mines.
Somehow his face looked pinched
and white. I said to him, Bad news
from home, Mr.. Lupton? He knew !
meant it kind, for I had showed my
hand. Yes he said slowly, and it's
rather hard on me- 1t seemed like he
caught his breath before he added
She wants her freedom
"'She does, does she? Well, she
would get it, and quick I was riled