Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1911-03-23

ment.
Il can't let you go to the stables" he
objected THE horse boys sleep thers.
But I'll put roof over you. some way.
Walt here minute till l come back
His thought was to go to his mother
and ask her help; but halfway to tho
house his courage failed him. Since
the breach in spiritual confidence he
had been better able to see the lovable
side of his mothers faith; but he could
not be blind to that quality of hardness
in 1t which, even in such chastened
souls as Martha Gordon's, finds express
Sion In woman's inhumanity to woman.
Besides, Ardea and her cousin were
still in the way.
He swung on his heel undecided On
the hillside back of the new foundry
there was a -roomed cabin built on
the Gordon land years before by a her
NIT Waterman of the Chiawassee plant.
1t was vacant, and Tom remembered
that the few bits of furniture had not
been removed when the old Waterman
died. Would the miserable shack do
for temporary refuge for the outcast?
He concluded 1t would have to do; and,
making a wide circuit of the house, he
went around to the stables to harness
Longfellow to the buggy. Luckily, the
negroes were all in the detached kitch-
en-, eating their supper, so he was able
to go and come undetected.
When he drove down to the gate he
found Nan waiting where he had left
her; but now she had bundle in her
A q ha a,,t RI tha
driveway grille, the house door opened;
a flood of light from the hall lamp
banded the lawn, and there were voices
and footsteps on the veranda. He flung
a nervous glance over his shoulder; Ar
dea and her cousin were returning
down the foot-path. Wherefore he
made haste, meaning not to be caught
again, If he could help it. But the fates
were against him. Longfellow, snatch
ed ruthlessly from his half emptied oat
box, made equine protest, yawing and
veering and earning himself a savage
cut Of the whip before he consented to
place the buggy at the stone mounting
step.
Quick" said Tom, finging the reins
on the dashboard. Chuck your bum
Vic uHucl Lllc seat ana CllIIlD III!
But Nan was provokingly slow, and
when she tried to get in with the bum
die still in her arms, the buggy
hood was in the way. Tom had to help
her, was In the act of lifting her to the
step, when the wicket latch clicked and
Ardea and Miss Euphrasia came out
They passed on without comment, but
Tom could feel the electric shock of
righteous scorn through the back of his
head. That was why he drove half
way to the lower end of the pike before
he turned on Nan to say:
What's in that bundle you're so
careful of? Why don't you put 1t I'M
der the seat?"
Il reckon you wouldn't want me 70
DO that, TomJeff," she answered, sim
ply. Hits my baby-my little Tom"
He was struck dumb. 1t often hap
pens that in the fiercest storm of Cos
sip the one most nearly concerned goes
ais way without so much as suspect |
ng that the sun Is hidden. But Tom |
lad not been exposed to the violence |
If the storm. Mans shame was old. |
Ind the gossip tongues had wagsed |
themselves weary two years before, |
when the child was born. So Tom WAS |
luite free to think only of his compan- !
on. A great anger rose and swelled |
n his heart What scoundrel had |
AIKEN advantage of an ignorance SO |
as to be the blood sister of |
He would have given much |
o know; and yet the true delicacy of
manly soul made him hold his peace.
Thus 1t befell that they drove in ii
ence to the deserted cabin on the hill
ide; and Tom went down to the foun-
Try office and brought lamp for light
he cabin was a mere shelter; but
When he would have made excuses.
lan stopped him.
Hits as good as 1 been usen TO as
ou know mighty we'll, Tom-Jeff. I on,v
He was on his knees at the hearth
indling fire, and he looked m tn
ee why she did not finish She was
lifting on the edge of the old watch
mans rude bed bowed low over tbe
leeping child, and again sobs were
baking her like an ague fit. Tharo
vas something heartrending in this 81
emit, wordless anguish; but there was
othing to be said. and Tom went IN
making the fire. After a little she cot
p and continued monotonously:
He was liken to me thataway. too.
he Man AT heard your Uncle SiIas
elm about one night when sot On
he doorstep at Little Zoar-He had,,t
o place to lay His'n head; NOT CO
luch as the red foxes r the birds
and haint."
The blaze was racing up the chin
ey now with a cheerful roar. and Tom
ose to his feet, every good emotion in
i'm stirring to its awakening.
Such as 1t Is, Nan, this place 70
ours, for as long as you want to stavY
e said. soberly. And then: "You
traighten things around here to suit