The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1912-06-20

est Vi US she opened up sort o
home bakery"
It's the first hook they put into
US said Lonnie rs she fat?"
She's what an onlooker NIGH
cali nicely distributed, said Noonan
blithely
1t happened that Lonnie was
away most of the hunting season, and
only came into camp at intervals In
the spring. when the water burst the
ice on the rivers, he came home. and
the long wait had only made Mrs
Buss more Indifferent to MS ex-
lstence
rs that him?" she asked, when
Noonan pointed him out, stalking
leisurely up the main street of Three
Cheers. his old coonskin cap, with its
dangling tail. hiding his face from
sight his three hounds at his heels.
THE poor fellow
And why do you call him that, Mrs.
Suss?" queried Dan, tenderly. Hes
fine figure of man."
I'm thinking what lonely life it
is he leads" said Mrs Buss And
dangerous, TOO. no doubt
THE lumber trade is more so. I've
been shaking hands with death all
winter long and no body to sympa-
thize with me-"
go long, you artful creature, 4"
laughed back Mrs. Buss, merrily.
You haven't missed a day coming
down here. Go tell Lon Herrick
want to see him"
He won't come"
TRY him"
Dan carried the message and
brought back the answer dutifully. 1t
was simple and withal uncompromis-
ing
He says he does his own cooking"
Mrs. Buss' lips set firmly and then
parted in a laugh. And her answer
was enigmatical
'He doesn't know me-" she said.
Where do the trappers and hunters
around these parts sell their pelts?"
There's a fellow comes through
about this time and buys them up
from Laramie. / can get his name if
if you want it"
Get it," said Mrs. Buss
About a week later Three Cheers
was startled to find an announcement
in Mrs. Buss window. 1t stated that
therein was the agency for Barclay &
Burden furriers, OF Laramie, Followed
by tempting list of prices for pelts.
Lon considered the situation from
all points. 1t looked strategic to
him, and yet he was modest man.
and knew not the limit of a womans
patience. Several times he spread
out his seasons catch and looked
them over-deer, bear, fox, wolf OF
ter and coon skins. He resented Mrs
Buss' assumption Of authority. 1t had
been part of the yearly excitement,
the visit of the buyer to his cabin, and
the swapping of stories over the sale. I
Yet the second week after the sign ap-
peared in the bakery window he went I
down to the camp bearing his catch /
with him and look of re ignation.
He had purposely chosen midafter-
noon for his visit. The other men
would be up in the timber then. He
wanted as few witne ses as possible
Come right in. called Mrs. Buss
,heerily, as his long shadow fell
across her threshold. She lifted a
smiling, contented face from her knit
ing why, hello, Lonnie," she said.
Got a pretty good catch there, have
IT you?"
Lon said nothing, but he dropped
he pelts.
Shut the door, dear added Mrs.
3uss. And don't get nervous. I'm
lot going to hector you bit. Sit
Iown and talk"
Hadn't we he ter look the pelts
yer first?" asked Lon hewilderedly.
Plenty of time. l only took the
gsncy so as to make sure you'd have
o come here to see me. The day
ot here, and found out you were {
way, | just switched round and
hanged my name and went to work.
,onnie, don't you get lonesome?"
Il do my cooking" Lonnie started
. explain. then out of the corner OF
is eye he caught a glimpse of the .
able with its freshly baked pies and .
axes, and huge loaves of white {
read
Not this kind Mostly corn cakes
nd bacon
You could go hunting in the sea
3a,v began Mrs. Herrics, late Buss- ,
be glanced UP, met Ions eyes, and
lushed slowly. you ought to be 6
shamcd of yourself to make me set {
i the taps Why don't you say some {
ling?'
Then Lon rose awkwardly, and
cached toward her.
"There amt anything to say.
oney." he laughed. Il never heard
lught cref ture that was given to con- 7
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