Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1908-02-13
CHAPTER III.
Louise.

City, but the rain had soon been dis
tanced Perhaps the judge was right
when he said it never rained north
or west of Wind City. But the judge
had not wanted her to go. Neither
had the Judges wife.
Full 20 minutes, only day before
yesterday, the judge had delayed his
days outing at the mill where the
Jim river doubles right around on its
tracks, in order to make it perfectly
clear to her that it was absolutely
outside the bounds of her duty, that
it was altogether an affair on the side,
that she could not be expected to go,
and that the prosecuting attorney up
there had merely asked her out of
courtesy, in Difference to her position.
OF course he would be glad enough to
get her, but let him get some one
nearer home, or do without 1t wasn't
at all necessary for the court report
er to hold herself in readiness to an
swer the call of anything outside her
prescribed circuit duties. To be sure
she would earn a trife, but it was
hard trip, a hard country, and she
had much better postpone her initial
journey into the unknown until the
regular term of court when he could
be with her. He had then thrown his
minnow seine over his shoulders,
taken his minnow pail In one hand
and his reel case and lunch box in
the other, and walked out to the road
wagon awaiting him at the gate, and
so off to his frolic, leaving her to
fight it out for herself
The judges wife had not been so
diplomatic, not by any means. She
had dwelt long and earnestly, and no
doubt to a large extent truly, on the
uncivilized condition of their neigh
bors up the line; the roughness Of
accommodations, the boldness and
license of the cowboys, the daring
and insolence of cattle thieves, and
cunning and dishonesty of the Indians.
and the uncouthness and viciousness
Of the half-breeds. She had ended by
declaring eloquently that Louise would
die of lonesomeness if, by Gods good
providence, she escaped a worse fate
at the hands of one or all of the many
evils she had enumerated. Yes, it
was very evident Aunt Helen had not
wanted her to go. But Aunt Helen's
real reason had been that she held
it so dizzily unconventional for her
niece to go to that wild and unholy
land alone. She did not actually fear
for her nieces personal safety, and
Louise more than half suspected the
truth.
She had heard all the arguments
before. They had little or no terrors
for her now. They were the argu.
ments used by the people back in her
eastern home those dear, dear peo-
pie, her people-how far away she
was!-when they had schemed and
plotted SO pathetically to keep her
with them, the second one to break
away from the slow, safe, and calm
traditions of her kin in the place
where generation after generation of
her people had lived and died, and
now lay waiting the great Judgment
| in the peaceful country burying
ground.
She had listened to them dutifully,
half believing, swallowed hard and
followed her uncle, her fathers
youngest brother, to the Land of the
| Dakotahs"
Now, that same dear uncle was a
man of power and position in the new
land. Only last November he had
been reelected to his third term on
the bench of his circuit with a big,
heart-stirring majority. In the day
OF his prosperity he had not forgot
ten the little, tangle-haired girl who
had cried so inconsolably when he
went away, and the unaccountabe hor-
ror in whose eyes he had tried to
laugh away on that never-to- be-forgot-
ten day when he had wrenched his
| heartstrings from their safe abiding
place and gone forth in quest of the
pot OF gold at the rainbows end