The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-07-09

able trail But the spring of his actions seemed to have been rusty at the outset St his .ssges @ A sf last fellow-sojourner in shabby tavern told him that Pacific Grove beyond, Monterey, was plastersd with calls to repentance and, figuring that with the delay his& quarry would have done with the bay curvature, he struck straight south out of Salinas
 He travelled light, but the plodding caravan had a long lead. For three hundred crooked miles he fol- lowed flame of wrath hell-flre warning: and s his depend for Happiness upon lean ranter whose one idea condemnation. Then, in the hot heart of rolling cattle country known for its hides and tailow before the Union was, he came upon Thou art my rock and my fortress, therefore for Thy names sake Tdee poRs hated aedOt tie 'ns passion ps porto111t.s;, 1.;, to his own loss eyer get my HsTas little girl thinks she needs himl Thafs enough P't
 The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want gsadd from M low @ s G a to,drink ,, there all eaten up with woe, he growled aloud. "is cast-iron innards won't be stilr when he trcts along with me-" And all down the dry leagues of San Luis and Santa Barbara he fed his imagination the clash of wills to His faith in right i eous moral suasion loomed large; but he wore q. Lead us not into temptation, scored black on inc boarding beyond isolated road revived sick memories of Sam Watsons bargain and the girls first Milltown hymn. And he cursed the Reverend Jeremiah's canting cruelty again His sturdy out door training held concept of conscience reryer- sion and its fantastic power That the ranter whose remonstrance had antagonized him from the begin ming might carry burden of emptiness much like his own did not enter his head. And his fine inn pulse had grown sour and self-revengefuI by the time that saddle-weary and still outdistanced he rode down among the orange groves about the City of Angels" and lost the scent in multitude of ways. 9a .a tip the course, lost another two days on the induce ment of some road-menders in the pursuit of tray eg cart ad n o got Ed a 0 n the desert-bent Micah toward Fl Tejon, Polhetnus could only guess. Perhaps he would be crazy enough to strike east through Death Valley and the dry point of Nevada, with his heavy one horse equipage, thinking to decorate the butes for the benefit of the could always follow: and he wheeled toward the north again week behind
 At Bakersfield he made certain that the outfit was close at hand still headed up the great valley; and having spent his last two bits to bait his horse set L. C. brought him work in the Iurnber-yards for as long as he would stay The setback put his motnt in fine fettle. And up through Tulare to the raisn belt they gaining at every jump.
 The signs had grown farther apart since they left the soathern capital A seripturai debauch among the oil defricks in Kern County, showing a. spas modic return the voice of wrath had been capped by period of silence that tried the trackers skifl aIluyia miles where there was iitte but telegraph poles to paint and it only upon the bridges that he caught enblttered cry. Then near Fresno the horse east shoe, and bungling blacksmith famed him. that they had to lay Up again. But they a e eeS @ Py
 he promised himself to turn it west through the Racheco Pass to old Gilroy s
 Satisfied that its pilot making for safer route overland by way of Truckee, or even Oregon, Polhemus grew ever grimly more enamoured of pun submit yourselves to your own husbands" adornine
 solitary loading platform in the upper San Joaquin sn ,s nu b n e nox looking back si s fit for @ the kingdom of God trailed sow M sna d along asd s teP to sd R 0 that Sads S house by unrghteousness" warned all and sundry from the crooked. .clapboards of abandoned shack f-fad .ko cr(SfffI fr &k4n 7 parting of the two main ain highways. The rider stopped his horse and star stared at t Habit read the but the twisted cord drawing the of their travels still eluded him.
 couple of cowboys tooling an unruly herd of beef cattle told him that the man who was making a Bible of the fences had crossed their asonished vision two hours past.
 "He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness" in flat mourning, marked another roadway forking to
 The stout white cob cropped at the dry roadsids grass. The painter, in his old sombrero and clerical collar and tie, knelt, backbowed over his work whtest of white lead. picked out % with cobalt bue The lurld Vengeance is Mine" of their first brush rose vividly banked in green, before the watchers eyes, at the stains upon the laborer's jeans. His lips writhed in stern recognition of it's prophetic promise. That old should be settled with the
 Pofhemus studied the crouching figure somberiy. The chase had been long but it was over. There should know what all his trouble was about
 The long line of the preachers jaw hollowed hun- gfily Inc SnaDDy, urDan-cut coat hung loose over flesh parched if by the desert His whole forceful being sagged The intent gaze of his self appointed Nemesis drew pent, miserable orbs, in which reawakening anguish wavered into startled. incredulous hope they realized the strangers identity And face to face with opportunity. after two months, and more than thousand miles a-horse- back, Jake Polhemus said only, very grufhy: 9Th, little woman tip to Milltown needs yu mighty bad.
 "Yu can't hit fellow when he's down; an, be- sides, it struck me sence she wanted him she'd ruther have him whole" he said whmscaly, stand. ing lean and brown in the superntendents office of Valley Lumber COmDanY. rated. He talked to me some instead of to tn fence rails, after overhauled him. An tn things religion II stand for beats tn world It was just like she said-he didn't understand. And when he got done being mad, he'd jest grieved himself to bone-sacs for her because she'd turned her back tn work O tn Lord He reekned he'd be damned fur not saIvating the akaIi but he cudn't to start of for Chicago without her. Tn Lords give her ar- other kind of york, says But even then he didn't take it in. When surely put it to hin plain, he broke down an cried And he couldn't get th' or nag in motion quick enough for home. Lowed he was pverse an stiH-necked generation, and was sort of tin angel to fit his special case His timber's sound, when yu get through th, ornery,