Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1906-12-21

cast his eyes upon the Rev. Paul Bo-
litho coming toward him over the brow
OF the hill. he determined not to give
him a chance of escape.
The young man noted the increased
burrows over the old mans strongly
brtdged nose; the deeper chisellings
at the corners of the resigned mouth,
now telling of war between will and
weakening muscles.
A feeling Of half-harmonious conces-
sion to his own early affection for his
companion, mixed with a sense of his
newly attained position of Importance
as pastor. WIS betrayed in Pauls IT
want you to come and hear me preach"
Preach! Yes! for sure. We all
like to do bit of preachin', and it's
not wonderful when one thinks how
well duty runs hand in hand with lik-
Ing; but sometimes the best words OF
preacher are those he doesn't say.
Harps and golden crowns and such
like things-what's the use of such
to me?"
You have no religion, Davy"
Theirs lot O. religion In good
temper"
Paul Bolitho got up from the bench
and walked up and down the path, the
!mpetuosity of his youth apparent in
svery step Stopping in front Of his
Did friend, his head shot aloft by the
involuntary Strengthening of the spine.
Il want to make men honest, women
virtuous,' he said.
"Mebbe they would be If they wern't
,nterfered with" The smile that
played round the old mans mouth,
| spoke of intimate knowledge of the
| world.
Make what rules you can for your
eellowmen, but make none for women
they're exceptions" he advised.
Tho mebbe you don't know yet that
you counts EN- O. any vally. Ali" he
chuckled, you're terrible young If you
haven't thought O. woman to be reck nd
with; for sartain sure they'll come
even into your life. Women with their
crfnkly hair, their dancin' eyes an
feet. their smiles an their mischief
their altogether stonishing ways, that,
bad or good, sort o. paralyse a man."
/ But"
They be wonderful tryin', too, an
'zasperatin'; for they'll bear no con-
troll"
Davy's voice faltered, the periods of
his talk became detached, stopped al
togethev. Changing the pipe over
from ons side to the other of his
mouth. he smoked In silence for some
minutes, whilst he dived into the re-
cesses of his mind.
You don't remember my Mary-no,
I s'pose not-but you can see her ev'ry
time you look at my gran'-no, my
great-gran' daughter. Sally. 1 wouldn't
let none o 'em have my Mary's name
the sound of it gives me now, after
all these years, a funny feelin In my
heart"
I've heard my grandfather speak of
your wife,"
She was-well, she was just Mary.
The close knittin' of man and woman,
as comes about when. day in and day
out, they're together, Is wonderful
There was only one thing for which
we ever fell out. She was always
lookin' at girls-specially pretty girls
to see If one took notice o. me. The
very name of girl drew her to 'zas-
peration. You wouldn't remember
Lizbeth Richards, neither?"
Before Paul had time to reply, he
answered for him: mo, to be sure
not.
We'll, she was a girl always up to
some devilment, a mischievous, blue
eyed girl. / didn't know then, though
knew afterwards, that people had
been talking of her an me-but wom-
en- always will gossip; their lungs is
as big as bellows, and the better
the women are, the worse they talk.
We'll, 'Liz'beth, she come In one
day: SO yer off, Davy?' says she. 1
was startin' with the boats to the
North. An because she looked at me
with tear in her eye, or just because
was young, an a fool, an fiattered,
or because 1 couldn't help it, or be-
cause she wished it, or for some rea-
son or the want of any, I put my arm
around her waist and gave her a kiss.
AN just then, Mary, who l thought
was in the next room, she came in.
She was all a-trembly an was skeart
as had never seen her before. She
seemed not to know what she was do
ing-a sob, cruel, deep sob-tt
sounded like cry, strangled in the
throat-came from her lips. But 1t
seemed to me Mary was maxim a
strange fuss over SO sman a matter.
though the most violent feelin' in the
world Is one woman's hatred O. an
other"
81 started to embrace her.
Don't you touch me, and your arm
Just from Lizbeths waist!'
"She went back few steps. Seemed
to me my heart was bein' tore out O,
my breast and the pain o. 1t was un-