Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1907-11-14

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GO on and tell me what we can
do says he.
"'When you ask me that you've
pulled the right BELL says [. IN tell
you exactly what We'll do. | go for
the doctor. Savvy? Well, bring
back the minister at the same time.
Angevine, he loses the Jersey COW over
in the canebreak, and uncle and Ange-
vine go hunting her, for not even Logs
is ace high In uncle's mind alongside
that COW. The rest is easy
"'Red, you're n brick. You're the
best fellow alive says Kyle. nearly
squeezing the hand off me.
1--WE tried to conceal it all my life,
but | knew it would be discovered
some day says |. We'll, suppose I'd
better break the news TO Logs.
'Twouldn't be any more than polite.
"'Oh, Lord! / wonder if she'll he
wilIingT says he.
"'No reason shouldn't turn an hon
est dollar on the transaction. I'll bet
you a months wages she is, says l.
He wanted to do It, thinking was in
earnest, but | laughed at him.
"She was willing all right-even
anxious. There's some women, and
men, too, for that matter who go
through life like a cat through a back
or the middle. They would have been
content to wait. Not so Logs. She
wanted her Kyle, her poor Kyle, and
she wanted him quick. That's the
kind of people for me! Your cautious
folk are all the time falling down
wells because their eyes are up in the
air, keeping tabs SO that they can
dodge shooting stars.
NOW, l had a minister friend up in
town, Father Slade by name. No, he
was not Catholic, I think. They
called him father because 1t fitted
him. His church had steeple on it,
anyhow, SO it was no maverick Just
what particular kind of religion the
old man had don't know, but should
say he was a homeopath on a guess.
He looked 1t. Twas a comfort to see
him coming down the street, his old
face shining in his white hair like a
shriveled pink apple I'm a snowdrift,
God blessing everything In sight-good,
bad or Indifferent. He had something
pleasant to say to all. We was quite
friends, and every once In awhile we'd
have a chin about things.
"'Are you keeping straight, RedT
he'd ask when we parted.
"'Um,' I'd say, I'm afraid you'd no
tice a bend here and there If you slid
your eyes along the edge
"'Well, keep as straight as you can;
don't give up trying, my boy he'd
tell me, mighty earnest, and I'd feel
ashamed of myself clear around the
corner.
Il knew the old man would do me
a favor if it could be done. so pulled
out easy in my mind.
First place, l stopped at the doc
tors. because | felt they might fix
up the marrying business some other
time, but If a leg that's broke in the
upper joint amt set right you can see
large dark Completed hunk of trou.
BILE over the party's left shoulder for
the rest of his days. The doctor was
out, so | left word for him what was
wanted and to be ready when | got
back and pulled for Father SHADES.
The old gentleman had the rheuma-
tism, and he groaned when l come in.
Rheumatism's no disease for people
who can't swear.
"'How are you, my boyY says he.
I'm glad to see you. Here am |, an old
man, nipped by the leg and much
wanting to talk to somebody
81 passed the time Of day to him.
but felt kind Of blue. This didn't look
like keeping my word with the kids.
I really hated to say anything to the
old man, knowing his disposition; still,
felt / had to, and / out with my
story.
"'Dear, dearv says he. The hurry
and skurry Of young folks! How idle
1t seems when you get fifty years
away from it and see how little any
thing counts! For all that, / thank
Cod says he, that there's a little red
left in my blood yet, which makes me
sympathize with them. But the girls
people object, you sayT
IL made that all clear to him. The
girls always all right, father says l,
and as for the man In this case, my
word for him.
"Now, 1t amt just the right thing
for me to say; but, seeing as I've new
er had anything in particular to be
modest about. and I'm proud Of what
the old gentleman told me, I'm going
to repeat 1t.
"'Your word is good for me, Red,
says he. You're a mischievous boy
at times, but your heart and your head
are both reliable. Give me your arm
to the wagon
'@Then I felt mighty sorry to think
Of Juggling that poor old man all that
ways.
"Here,' says I. Now you sit down
again. Don't you do anything of the
sort. You amt fit
"He put his hand on my shoulder
and hobbled his weight OF the game
leg.
Freddy, / was sitting there think.
ing when you came in--thinking OF
how comfortable II was to be In an
easy chair with my foot on a STOOL
and then | thought. IF the Lord
should send me some work to do
| would I be willingi" Now, thanks be
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