Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1911-05-12

square, he seems TO run Things protS
ty we'll, after all. Keeps us from
doing a heap OF things we shouldn't
do. Now, about this time the Lord
noticed that Sandy was going to mako
mighty big mistake, so took q hand.
Daddy Sands" a little voice said.
why don't you take me in your
arms? I do SO want your arms!"
Sandy naturally, couldn't kill man
and hold Mods at the same time, and
when he grabbed up the boy, the
Lord, having interrupted at the right
minute, kind of took him out of his
madness, and led him into sanity.
The red things quit floating around
in front of his eyes. His brain, so
weary and so tired for all the sleep
less nights since Mods had gone, grew
clear again, and he saw what big
mistake he was about to make.
Sandy finally put Mods down on the
| ground When he did SO, he saw
| three black-and-blue welts on the bare
| skin, where the unbuttoned blouse
| was open Well-he would have q
| little satisfaction for that, anyway.
He made one quick jump to where
| the man stood, his arm shot out with
| flew up into the air.
Before he could realize what had
| happened, Sandy was on him, one
hand on his throat and the other bat
tering his face.
"I came here to kill you," he rasped
| between his teeth. You've been
| beating Mods. Take this as a prom
| ise that I'm coming here now every
| day, and if ever I find another mark
on him, by God, I'll tear your heart
out of your body, as sure as my
names Smith"
1t seemed there wouldn't be any
necessity for a return trip, the way
| Sandy's arm was working. His blood
| was boiling again, and the desire to
| kill so strong that, unless the Lord
| had interfered again, it would have
ended differently. 1t must have been
the Lord who put 1t into Mods fa-
theirs mouth to say: Let me go!
Let me go! If you want the kid so
bad, why don't you buy him."
Sandy's fingers released their hold.
Buy Mods? Buy Mods? He had
never thought Of that before. 1t
seemed so incomprehensible that any
body would offer to sell anything as
dear as Mods; that of all the ways
he had contemplated in these last
weary days, this had been the one
way overlooked
Slowly he climbed to his feet, and
Mods father, shrinking and battered
and cowed, but hopeful for his craven,
worthless life, also arose. Cupidity
was in the mans every look. He vast
reaching the very end for which he
came, and for which-alone-he had
claimed the boy. This was his
chance.
"Give me your claim" he said,
"and I'll deed you all my right, now
and forever--to him"
tits done!" said Sandy, without
moments hesitation. His claim, the
richest in all this land, the thing
that could produce the gold which
would buy a kings, ransom, could go
as a ransom for this boy. Gold?
What was gold? Nothing! A paltry
metal, which, though all of it in the
world were within his reach, couldn't
pay for one clasp of those little arms
that again Rugged him around his
feet, and were soon after transferred
to his sun-tanned throat
They went into the cabin, where
Sandy, on sheet of paper, wrote:
I'll hu
ments-that one William Martin does
hereby sell to one Smith, known to-
most folks as Sandy Smith, one white
boy named Nodsawana. And this
here thing calling himself a man
aforesaid and whereas known as Mar
tin-takes as full pay number four
claim on Canada gulch, and it's
agreed by one of the aforesaid named
Sandy-that he will kill this man
Martin if he ever speaks to or claims
this aforesaid boy Nodsawanna again.
So help me God.
'P. S.-This is also a quit-claim deed
to the aforesaid boy, and just the
same as a bill of sale for pony OF
anything else lawyer might write
transferring the boy to Sandy Smith"
They signed it in several places.
| Sandy wanting to make dead sure.
| and Martin, who was mighty pleased
| at the deal, being perfectly willing.
There had been time when a pay
ing claim, big cabin, a heap of fur
niture, and a field Of flowers, would
have seemed just about all in life
that Sandy wanted. But the boys on
| the gulch know, and will tell you that
all these things were passed up like
a pawn and without thought, when
on the following day Sandy and his
family rode away
They got up to that point you can
| see on the very brow Of the hill,
where the trail dips off toward the
SUNRISE the morning after. In the
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