The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1905-02-15

you tried to chew the gum before it had
been heated Do you remember! Look,
look there. It's white pine. Isn't it a
grand tree? It's the finest tree in the
forest. by my way of thinking. so tall.
SO straight. so feathery and so digni-
fed See Hilda, look quick. There's an
old logging road all filled with raspber-
ry vines We'd find lots of cartridges
there. and perhaps bear. Wouldn't
you like to walk down it about sunset?'
"Yes. Harry"
81 wonder what we're stopping for.
Seems to me they are stopping at every
squirrels trail Oh, this must be Sen
ey. Yes. it is. Queer little place. isn't
it, but sort of attractive? Good deal
like our town. You have never seen
Carpenter. have you? locations fine
anyway, and to me it's sort of pictur-
esque. You'll like Mrs. Hathaway.
She's buxom. motherly 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, a mighty good fellow,
true as a gun barrel Well have him
take us out some still day. Well be
there in few minutes now. See the
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 proposition when
worked for Railway. Oh, you'll like
Railway. He's as good as gold. Helen!'
eyes" replied his sister.
'I'want you to know Railway. He's
the man who gave me my start"
Gall right, Harry" laughed Helen.
"I'll meet anybody or anything from
bears to Indians"
81 know an Indian, too-Geezigut, an
Ojibway. We called him Injun Charley.
He was my first friend in the north
woods. He helped me get my timber.
This spring he killed mana good
job, too-and is hiding now. / wish
knew where he is. But we'll see him
some day. He'll come back when the
thing blows over. See! Seer
WHAT" they all asked, breathless.
"It's gone. Over beyond the hills
there caught glimpse of Superior"
"You are ridiculous. Harry" protest
ed Helen Thorpe laughingly. 81 never
saw you so. You are a regular boy"
do you like boysY' he asked gravely
Of Hilda.
"Adore themv' she cried
Gall right; don't care" he answered
his sister in triumph.
The air brakes began to make them
selves felt, and shortly the train came
to grinding stop.
"What station is this?" Thorpe asked
the colored porter.
''Shingleville, sah,' the latter replied.
81 thought so. Wallace, when did
their mill burn, anyway? 1 haven't
heard about it,
LAST spring, about the time you
went down."
SIS that SO? How did it happens"
"They claim incendiarism," parted
Wallace cautiously.
laughed. II 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 a fire, to be where he
can see it. l 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 a stronger
fight against US in the stock market"
Wallace and Hilda exchanged
glances. 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.
'It will please them"
Our station is nextp' cried Thorpe,
land it's only little ways Come,
get readyr'
They all crowded 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 a moment later that
result was actually accomplished by
a rush of men that tossed him bodily
on to it's shoulders. At the same mo-
ment the mill and 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 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 were familiar faces upturn-
ed 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 Camn tho fat and Sbinv