The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1909-05-27

y ''A bi.f ~ StttIi Ilil4S upon I iCIt
ilnSmy Mccoinb's froat door knob. and
lfa@'e came up tle steps and entered
without knockims ON THE door OF the
shop just beside the ho>.sa, only stand
lbs farther back from the street. was
"litieu IN re-! chalk, "clused." and the
W!nl"W5 lati ben washe1, and THO
feNe!sive" AID eh;sels and drawing
titiNes hat usually hung in 1T had been
taken down end a newspaper curtain
.''t up, Over the way, under the shade
:. 5ra gE of "'s syfamegr that shad, d the
group Of children had gathered to
watch foi the coming of MIR. Rumbley.
the un1ertaller, who they hoped would
afdiEe before school time.
~"tNobody was never kinder 10 men
Tncie T.mmy." began Washy Padgett.
swineing his bare legs hard to relieve
his feelings. He was mon'sous 'bligin'
ter cover my ball. an when l fell down
stairs with Sis l-,nmN's ark o. animiles
an broke ON turrible he glued 'em
Nasty suddenly stopped. feeling the
lump in his throat too big to manage.
He showed me now to make a SPLEEN
ald kite las piped up Joey
Fefir"d. tn" son OF The owner of monu-
mental works. He seemed to like to
have l't!a fellers around. I'm mighty
sorry for Old Marin McComb. Who all
=! take care o her an little Sally now,
| wonder"
= reckon thur country II take are
; Marin M~cComb." said the lanlsy girl.
sitting apart and holding a chubby
nslbY of three on her knees. She had
Aeen weeping. and her eyes We're swoll-
On: He ulster tur say tn country helt
Him In honor, bein' as he was a brave
'oldier an lit in thur war"
Thur country," echoed Joey shrillv.
You dent know much, Janey Dunn.
flis pension was stopped las january.
an | heard Dock Shiekles tell Mr.. Sam
nsis last night as that was what killed
pow'fui on ~ o. havin' a mog-
sidS" on his house. because O. the eX-
p~ensiveness o. little Sally's paws las
sickness"
What's a moggiage?" demanded
curls that hung about her face.
Il know" said Sammy Padgett. the
oldest boy present It's somethin'
you've got to pay whether you can or
no"
Yes assented Joey, IAN If thur
mogsidgc man don't get his money he
takes thur house.
II never shall." cried Janev. with
such vchelnence her little sister slipped
out of her lap and began to whimper.
Il say nobody shall have Uncle Tim
fnN'S house but Marin McComb. He
Wouldn't noways lie still in his grave.
He's oncet tole me he moways couldn't
ef harm were a-comin' tur her or little
I Sally"
"Whatn you do" asked washy
Padsett, his round freckled face lit up
"Somethin',," said Janey, who had
risen. Her big brown eyes famed in
spite of the tears that would brim over
and roll down her checks. II reckon l
kin do somethin' for my intimate
friend."
a sudden chill and gloom had come
upon the group. for Mr.. Rumbley's
black Wagon had come into view. and
Uncle Ti,nmy's tin sign creaking over
the way was no longer cheerful. but
seemed to say over and over, Gone.
gone" Washy and sam Padgett We're
out of sight in a minute. Joey Penrod
slid down from his perch on a tomb
stone, and Becky Sammis rose. w
alls on this streetll miss him" she said
as she turned to go, but I reckon
Janey vas his mos intimate friend TO
er fac"
Nov, it happened that a year before
the day just begun Peter Kits when
Janey singing annie Laurie" He
wasn't a handsome man. Peter Kits
for his nose was big at the end anC
red. and his fat cheeks We're full OF
fine purple veins, and he was very big
IN the waist and fat under his chin, but
when he heard her he pulled at his
gray horse and circled close up to the
door of Uncle Timmy's shop on the
step of which Janey sat. her eyes on {
battered old arithmetic and her fling
ers busy with a blue yarn sock which
she was knitting In the German fash.
lon, her left forehnger holding tn
thread. She was SO intent upon he
work that she did not see him until tn
big gray stamped. Then Mr.. Kilt
threw a silver dollar in her lap am
crial CyniliNc or taI'ba rl.c for tho nm Or
n before she could han him wa
gone.
All the morning while In the hum q
the chool room and then At moor II
.ried to think of what She could do t
free Uncle Timmy's ROOF from the bur
den Of the mortgage. which must b
paid. But She could only rcmemhe
Peter kits and the sllvc- Gollar h
had given her. He had nean I'm tn
r~ecollecled. To be sure. lie sat in
carriage far behind Uncle I'inIny, I'D
1t showed he knew about the Old sol
j, dlers. She knew OF him vaguely as tn
richest man in the littl. city and tn
!, owner of a whole railroad.
AT half past 4 o'clock she was speed
ing down into the business streets, &c
= she had no mind to seek out Mr.. Kilt
= IN his big mansion, whose steps WEI
. guarded by green iron lions. which ST
- lltd oIIN6 SN~ii iiC oiA q wv Mdh
' with Uncle Jimmy.
. Remerus Doll, who had charge of tt
= outer office, did not want to admit he
u Laws. sissy, Mr.. kits can't put u
Q wild no trilin' dis day. He can SO.
: you wantin' to sell tickets" he aske
9 Fortunately Mr.. kits opened an il
ner door just at this point, and Jane
8 darted at him and past him.. L
d frowned as he turned about, for the1
was a pile of papers upon his des
l. needing attention. and he ran his fir
d gers through his iron gray hair SO
e stuck up in a really frightful manne
Is "Well?" said he interrogatively.
n It's Uncle Jimmy McComh's mos
n gidge." she said in a scared whispe
,r You know Uncle Timmy's'-sl
IL paused, unwilling to say dead" ar
SO added in the phrase she had heard hi
l. use of an old comrade-"mustcre
ia out"
a. Mr.. Kits took a chair and waved h
ar hand. saying kindly: Sit down. An
first. who sent YOU here"
Nobody. Nobody knows as 1 cam
Nobody asked me. You see. Mar
a. McComb is 'tlicted. She deef's a adde
ans got a miS'ry OF account O. havi
the aiggpr. an She never. no. neye