Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1906-09-27
Make or
Break
By Harriet Prescott Spofford
v f the medieval days were full of
Copyright. 1905. by Ian;e. Prescott spoaord

demons with which one reckoneu,
today has many of them concen-
4 trated in single aspect-the de-
mon of unrest 1t possessed Charlie
Harding in his shop in the village. the
mills, the depot, the meeting house, be-
ing hard by. and all the gossip OF the
burg about his counter. And the world
outside grew tempting.
But it was thought that rich find OF
silver had been made in the neighbor-
hood, and at once the price of every
old pasture that even the sheep them
selves would have disdained to crop
had gone soaring out OF sight, and the
staid old parish that had followed the
way of its forbears for 200 years and
over had gone wild over its potentality
Of riches.
OF course Captain Harding-a train
band captain of militia was he-had
not been in the center of all the talk
without finding opportunity for bond
ing and buying and selling land, and
he had, as he phrased it, melted down
a good pocket piece through the vari-
Gus transactions. In the swinging OF
fate's pendulum however. it was pres
emily found that the silver was not OF
paying sort, and the boom in land ex-
ploded like Il bubble. But 1t left Char
lie Harding full of eagerness and the
wild spirit Of adventure In money max
ing.
"Why amt you contented where you
be-" asked his wife's grandfather.
There's alters ben silver here sence
afore YOU was born. Why should it
make sech difference to We all on
sudden now? Trouble Is We have to
put it in to get it out. Costs more'n
it comes to. There's folks l know has
silver spoons made of it more'n 200
years ago. But, bless ye, them spoons
cost more'n gold There's gold too.
Didn't We know it? That Californy
Teller PANIED some gravel out, heerd
say, an got what he called color.
But longs spring pans out in the grass
an YARDS l do knows | keer for the
other color. AS long as the bloodroot
comes, an the marshmaller, an the
long leaf Of the dock that makes
most healin' salve, an burdocks for
blisters, an crambries to draw out
cancers. other folks may have their
silver. Ef you an Grace wants sill
yer, jest keep to work. An the sooner
We git this silver, maggot outn yer
brain the better it'll be for you. You
got CROWN business, you're pop lar,
am it amt more'n miles walk morn
ms over to your store when you can't
use yer wheel. My king! Here's spring
for sure! Here's mournin' brlde!
And. all excitement, the old naturalist
forgot his stick, hurrying and hating
and slipping and stumbling, but max
ing sure of the beautiful butterfly.
CAPTAIN Harding looked after him and
wondered how Il reasonable beng could
he contented with such life-no bet
ter. he thought, than moles.
Grace Harding, through some I'M
known freak of descent, had developer
a great deal more worldly ambition
than any others Of her family. She had
insisted on going to school when her
sister Louisa preferred staying ut home
and drudging with her mother, and she
had read novels and taken fashion
paper, and on her marriage she mad
gone to housekeeping in an old weather
beaten farmhouse only as prelimina-
nv to something altogether finer 1t
was pretty place, under green hill,
with great sycamores and brook
whose banks were lined with blue for
getmenots. They had built q little
piazza where they could sit at night
looking down over the marshes, mystic
rious in shadow, enchanting In sun
light. and on some days he rode over
to the store on hts big wheel, on which
he doomed giant figure against the
sky-it was before the days Of the safe
ty-and on some days he walked, and
the store thrived gently, and Grace had
her flower beds and her row Of sweet
peas and went to meeting in her myrtle
green silk gown, with pink roses In her
bonnet-looked upon by Louisa in her
brown delaine as very much the line
lady.
Life then was flowing on serenely,
with now and then tea party at the
village and every day visit with her
mother and with Louisa, who was now
married herself and living at the top
of the hill, when one night her nus
band came home and threw down his
hat in a temper. 'Well, I'm sick of
this!" he cried. 1--WE ben dom some
little outside the store, you know. But
now the boom's gone up, and there's
nothin' more in land round here. I've
turned over quite few properties.
though, and made my penny every
time But this is the end Of it. How'd
you like to go to Colorado?"
"Colorado!'
eyes, I'm like the wild beast that's
tasted blood. Say, i could just shut the
store as 1t stands-I took p'r'aps mos
q dollar today-turn the key an put 1t
in my pocket an git out there in the
thick of things, an II l didn't stake
out claims an strike pay dirt I'd put
out what was worth foatin. An I've
an idee 1 could make my innings. I
learned lot fun them fellers that was
here lookin' over the lay of the land. I
see 'em tryin' out the silver buttons
you saw" said Grace calmly.
81 saw them. An now I've little
suthin' to the good suppose we just
turn the two keys an try it. The worst
we can do is to come back again"
And they did, Captain Harding with
a fierce but gay determination, and his
wife with beating heart and fuster-