The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1907-04-05
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mother whose loss three years before
had ser him to the far west to try to
forget lis ho,heiiness. The struggle to
master he new conditions attendant
on ranc nee had taken him out OF him
self an done him good. and as success
crownei his efforts dreams Of home
again. made so by the presence Of a
sweet aced girl wife. lighted his toll.
The We're only dreams as yet. for
he he.i himself humbly and had hest
tated 10 offer his love unit! he felt that
his affairs were ON a firm basis fnan-
cially, as they would be when his pres
ent abundant crop was harvested.
In his partial delirIum and hazy war
dering he Inuttered now the long re-
press confession. whispering 1t eager.
" " feyerlgh impotence for the re.
spon his hSa.t hoped for.
Al length the. silence which lay like
the aall Of desolation upon the lonely
little shack was broken Ivy heavy foot
sters on the planks at the door. ana a
bury fellow strobe in with noisy
gre"t!ng: Hello, Harris! Laid NJ,
hey
Tic sick man fotsed 10 consciousness
and smiled feebly: How do, Lamson.
Glad you came in. Yes, I've been laid
up a bit-can't remember how long
fever inuddles my head" His speech
Was broken and dragged thickly.
Amt wanting TO eat much. s'pose
fard good thing that Il. too, for an old
hacl That's got nobody"
Harris WINGED. Mother had been in
his sick fancy so much and with such
vividness that his bereavement seemed
but few days back. With an effort
he replied:
Il want nothing but water, and SIadr
brings nc paIlful mornings, whc:
lie doesn't forget, us he did today" lie
gestured toward the empty bucket o.:
the chair beside the bed, but the visitor
did not notice it-nor the longing ia
the fever red eyes and the cracked lips.
Doctor, Of course:" be minated
briskly.
"No? slade wouldn't go for him. and
no one else's been in"
"Slade wouldn't go. Ha, ha! Guess
not much! You don't get the old
ground hog that far from his hole back
OF the hill. Everybody's buster than
in sheep shearlng time, you know, har-
yesting their grain. Reason no ones
been along. reckon. I'm through in
fine shape, tell you, and I've prom
ised myself and gang TO Snyder for a
week. And. man. you'd ought to he
looking after yours. It's spelling fast,
/ noticed" He laughed at the startled
expression that widened the hollow
eyes. Forgot 1t, had you? Well. Won
want to see to 1t right away. must
lnosey. I'm out on sweet GRAND.
tSot my new house done. It's beaut.
too, and furnished tiptop. And now the
sage is ready I'm going mp 10 settle
the date of taking home my bird, Liz
zie's fought shy. but she'll pun steady
when We're tied all right. Ha. ha"'
"I.izzle!" Harris repeated vaguely.
his voice heSltnting and troubled.
Sure! Lizzie Bradley-Lamson. Kind
o tidy name. take It: something Ike
those swell New Workers. Ha. ha"'
He roared hoisterously at his fash Of
wit. We'll, hope you'll pull up soon,
S" long," He stamped away. whis-
Ting, leaving the door open.
In the silence that again closed upon
him Harris lay and stared ont ct the
quiyeriag heat waves and little dust
eddies that whirled in at times. agra
waiting his burning heat and thirst
But he did not notice, them. He was
striving 10 steady his throbbing brain
;;nd analyze the torturing inner sense
cf pain and loss which now intensified
his bodily distress. =
The. crop-the c.r-o-n-that was All
right. It was great. he could put up
tie dainty cottage he had planned so
often these last months. since the
promise Of early summer had shown
such abundant fulfllment in the fipen-
ing fields The crop-the crop. Who
said It was spelling? II was all right
lie would begin on il today. when he
had drink. He could drink the well
dry. He frmbled clumsily with the
bedding and essnyed 10 rise. but fell
back inertly. little foolish smile on
the parched lips. His head was so
big! He had not known ones head
could be so big and heavy. And the
crop? The crop was all right. He
would buid the cottage-for-for Liz
2ie. Lia~ie! He cried out hoarselv.
with a pang OF anguish Mt the sudden
duh recognition Of his loss. There was
no Lizzie for him-none- none-nor
had been. What mattered the cron:
Let 1t spoil. What mattered anything
now Lizzie Lizzie bird-cHge IL
zie Brad-Li2? He sccwled impatiently.
lie could not get the name right. His
head was so big. He was so hot
burning.
Mother! Where was mother? Was
she in the fiery lake that Elder Wat
son had so scared the little boys with.
He hadn't meant to be a bad boy
mother knew-she would keep him. but