Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1905-06-02

Tor where Peter Burt had bound the
officers the night John Burt left
Rocky Woods AS Mrs. Jasper hest
tated, the door leading to the sitting
room opened and Peter Burt entered.
Blake could not see that he had
changed a whit. Age had not raw
shed the strong face nor robbed the
massive figure Of its strength. He ad-
yanced to the center of the room, his
eyes fixed searchingly on the face OF
his visitor
What have you to say to me,
Blake? Be seated. sir"
Blake took a seat in an antique
rocker and shifted his legs uneasily.
Where is john"
"John-John--I don't"
do not lie to me, Blake Tell me
what you know of my grandson"
He is in California, sirl" exclaim-
ed James Blake. When these words
we're uttered he felt sensation of
relief which was positively exhilarat-
ing. HE is alive and well, John is
rich, Mr.. Burt He is millionaire
many times overt"
A grave smile lighted the features
Of Peter Burt. He closed his eyes and
lay back in the chair.
Go on; tell me about it," he said,
as Blake paused.
For an hour or more the head of the
firm of James Blake & Company re-
cited the history of John Burt's ca
reer in California, and the result of
the recent speculative campaign in
New York. Once in a while the old
man asked a question, but he made
no comment until the narrative was
ended.
Your heart dominates your judg-
ment, but that is trait and not a
fault" he said, as he arose and Of
fered his hand to James Blake. God
gives us emotions and faculties; from
them we must develop character. Do
not charge yourself with a broken
promise to John. He has kept his
pact. | send him my blessing. Say
to him that | am strong and well and
happy. Say to him that his future
field of work is in New York CITY,"
Peter Burt stood in the doorway
and watched until the carriage disap-
Deared beyond the old graveyard
I'm glad that's ended" said Blake
o himself Il wonder what told the
I'D man? Everything, l guess. I'm
rearing a crisis, am 1? Well, I'm
lsed to crises and guess l can stand
me more. Who's coming? His face
ooks familiar. It's Sam Rounds
stop, driverl Hollo, Sam! How are
-ou?"
Seated in stylish road cart, behind
rangy, housekeeping trotter was one
t the companions of Blakes boy
God. Sam checked his horse and,
Nth puzzled grin, looked into the
peaker's face.
'Haou de we dew?" he drawled,
lackening the lines. Eyer face looks
like, on yer voice don't
ound strange like, either. l believe
know We! It's Jim Blake! Haou
if We, Jim? Well, well, WE'LL Who'd
thunk it-who'd thunk it?"
Sam reached across and shook
ands with vigor which nearly
nlled Blake out of his carriage.
Air ye the James Blake I've been
sadin' erbout? The one that's been
vim them New York sharps a whirl
stocks?" asked Sam.
Blake smiled and nodded his head.
is that so? Well, well, well, Say,
n plumb glad to hear it," and Sam
Milling face showed it. "Ain't never
arm of John Burt, have We? No?
ell, he'll turn up on top some day,
/ don't We fergit, Sam Rounds al
rs said so. Where be We goin' L
m?"
I'm going back to New York to-
sht," replied Blake. From there
'eturnsto San Francisco, but expect
make New York my home"
Is that so? I'm Twin in New
TX now" said Sam, handing Blake
card. Moved there several years
0. Mother an l are here on a
1T fer few days. I've been do
fairly middlin' well in New York.
n. When you write me, be shore
put Hon before my name" and
m laughed until the rocks re-echoed
merriment.
How is that?" asked Blake, gazing
nkly at the card.
Read what it says" insisted Sam.
n alderman of my deestrict, an
re Just been reelected tew a sec
term. Facti"
l congratulate you, Sam" said
Ike. heartily
Sorry We haven't time tew wait
r an go back with u.s." Sam said.
It If We are goin' tew locate in
v York, I'll see lots of ye."
certainly win looI- 10, ~.