Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1909-12-18

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the summer colony, he greeted me
courteously. 1 questioned him as to
the character of the winters in this
region. spoke of the employments of
the village folk, then mentioned the
canoe-maker
Yes; he works the year round down
there on the Tippecanoe He sells
MS canoes all over the country-the
fiartrldge, that's his name. You must
nave seen his sign there by the cedar
hedge They say he gets big prices
for his canoes
Il suppose he's a native in these
partS?'' I ventured
No; but he's been here a good
while. l guess nobody knows where
he comes from-or cares He works
pretty hard, but 1 guess he likes it,
Hes an Industrious man, is he?"
oh, he's steady worker; but he's
a queer kind, too. Now, he never
| votes and he never goes to church:
and for the sake of the argument.
| neither do T'-and the old fellow
winked prodigiously He's a mighty
odd man; but 1 can't say that that's
against him. But he's quiet and peace
able, and now his daughter
oh, he has a daughter
Yes; and that's all he has, too:
and they never have any visitors The
daughter just come home the other
day, and we amt hardly seen her vet
She's been away at school,
Il suppose Mr.. Hartridge is absent
sometimes; he doesn't live down there
all the time, does hep
I can't say that l could prove it:
sometimes 1 don't see him for
month or more; but his business is his
own, stranger" he concluded, point
edIy.
You think that if Mr. Hartridge
had visitor you'd know it?" 1 per-
sisted, though the shopkeeper grew
less amiable.
We'll, now, I might; and again 1
mightn't. Mr. Hartridge is a queer
man. 1 don't see him every day, and
particularly in the winter 1 don't keep
track of him.
With little leading the storekeepe1
described Hartridge for me, and his
description tailed exactly with the
man who had caught me on the canoe
makers premises the night before
And yet, when ! had thanked the
storekeeper and ridden On through the
village, l was as much befuddIed as
ever. There was something decidedly |
incongruous in the idea that man
who was, by all superficial signs, at |
least a gentleman, should be estab- |
hShed in the business of making ca
noes by the side of lonely creek in |
this odd corner Of the world From |
the storekeeper's account, Hartridge |
might be absent from his retreat for |
long periods; if he were Henry Hol-
brook and wished to annoy his sister,
it was not SO far from this lonely
nrno L To,
Miss Pat lived. Again, as to the daugh-
ter, just home from school and not
yet familiar to the eyes of the village.
she might easily enough be an inven-
ton to hide the visits of Helen Hol-
brook. I found myself trying to ac-
count for the fact that, by some means
short of the miraculous, Helen Hol-
brook had played chess with Miss Pat
at St Agatha's at the very hour 1 had
seen her with her father on the Tip
pecanoe. And then 1 was baf1ed
again as remembered that Paul Stod-
dard had sent the two women to St
Agatha's, and that their destination
could not have been chosen by Helen
Holbrook.
My thoughts wandered into many
blind alleys as I rode on. l was thor
oughly disguised with myself at find
ing the loose ends of the Holbrooks'
affairs multiplying so rapidly. The
sun of noon shone hot overhead, and
turned my horse into a road that led
homework by the eastern shore of the
lake. As 1 approached a little country
church at the crown of a long hill 1
saw crowd gathered in the highway
and refined my horse to see what had
happened The congregation of farmers
and their families had just been dis
missed; and they were pressing about
a young man who stood in the center
of an excited throng. Drawing closer,
was amazed to find my friend Gil
lespie the center of attention
But, my dear SIR" cried a tall,
bearded man whom I took to be the
minister Of this wayside flock, you
must at least give us the privilege of
thanking you! You cannot know what
this means to us, gift so munificent
so far beyond our Dreams
Whereat Gillespie looked bored.
shook his head, and tried to force his
way through the encircling rustics. He
was clad in a Norfolk jacket and
of fantastic plaid. with
a cap to match
A young famer, noting my curiosity
and heavy with great news, whispered
to me:
THAT boy in short pants put 81 ,00e
bill in the collection basket All in
one bill. They thought it was a mis-
take. but he told our preacher it was
a free gift
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