Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1906-08-21
HAH1LIN GARLAND
versation into less personal channels.


Thus every influence swept her to-
ward dislike of the wounded MANS
very name, and thereafter she ignored
his presence In the house, his being in
the world, as though he did not exist.
She neither asked after his health nor
replied to any report or question made
by her brother concerning him.
Louis brought to Raymond one day
a small limp book in red leather, which
he proffered with the air Of giving a
gem.
What's thisY asked Raymond.
'sYour diary 2"
mo; my fathers. He was out here
before was born, when the Indians
were here
Raymond opened the volume with
laeguid interest, but soon realized that
be was looking into the past through
the eyes Of a poet. Part of it was writ
ten In Ink very legibly. but in fine
running hand, while other of the pages
were hastily scrubbed In pencil and
not to be easily deciphered. Plainly the
record had been made under great dis
advantages and In the field. The inks
were OF various colors, some watery
blue, some dusty black.
Louis opened the book at the front,
wherein the picture Of a slender, smil-
ing, handsome young fellow in SOM
brero and hunting clothes had been
pasted
HE enjoyed his new hat, didn't he?'
said Raymond, to whom the essential
1ncongruity Of the refined face and Dor:
der ruffan stoggery first appealed.
you're the image of your fathery' he
added, looking keenly at the boy. HE
don't look much older in this picture,
taken at sylvanite. Well, Sylyanite was
i WILD town in those days Is there
much about it in the bookT'
"ren pages. He wrote q page of
fine script every day, but I don't care
20 much for hat-these stage rides,
and the big canyons, and crossing the
rivers, and the Indians he saw lots of
lnAians-the Utes- these are what in
terest me-"
Raymond became profoundly inter-
ested in this book. There was an ap-
peal In the closing entry which touched
him profoundly. The entry was head!
I'd '41he Last View and closed with
these words: IT love my home and my
friends In the east, but this primeval
world has laid Its spell upon me. ]
shau come again next year."
@pA he como again. asked Ray
moud.
mo" answered Louis sadly. And
+ was soon evident to Raymond that
re lad knew very little of his father
esyond The message If the Worn little
se e! :. - ~. ''z.-
Leave this with me, Louis. want
70 read It ALL" he said. And the boy
was glad OF this interest.
Mira. Barnett came In later and ask
~ q What are yod readinga. -.
+ ut e journal kept by Louis ia
tier. Did you know himg'
'toh, vey well! He was my favor
" uncle"
sTell me OF him. Who was he--how
did he come to make this trip?'
Mrs. Barnett took a comfortable seat.
r don't know where Uncle Phil got
bis streak Of sentiment. he was one
f SIX brothers. all successful bust
ness men; keen, practical you know
the kind. But Phil-well, he was the
odd sheep -he always seemed boy
to me. He worked in the bank, but
his mind was on other things. don't
REMAINDER how they came to send him
out here, but can recall perfectly
the effect he had on me when talking
Of his trip. He glorified this country.
He saw the mountains as the old time
landseapists pictured them. When /
farst came 1 wept with disappointment,
the range seemed SO prosatc by con
trast, He talked of nothing else for a
year. Then he married and gradual
ly ceased referring to his experiences. /"
HE never came again, Louis tells
nsrs