Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1912-07-25
There is rest for the weary, There Is rest for the

There is rest for the weary, There Is rest for the
There is rest for the weary, There is rest for YOU"
The tolworn mountain wives and mothers took it
sharply to themselves. Only fat old Margot help
meet of Pete Rameaux at the "Roost' threw her
apron her head and blubbered softly: lie pitt
angel Leetle seester of great Patti! like take
'er my arnl an gf 'er re rock-to-sleep." And
Jake Pohemus. forgetting. the breakfast he had
missed and the dinner already due flung himself out
of the congregations midst; and hastily claiming his
warbags and horse, took the trail for Camp No g.
Later corners guycd him for going to smash over
pretty voice, but hard riding is discipline, and by
the time they struggled in he was ready to meet all
jbes at their good-natured worth.
far on its way south he carefully avoided the sens
tive place in his soul. Then, riding rapidly Mill
downward on Saturday morning he came upon her
her. He was quickly afoot; and, learning that the
preacher. taking his cobs going una"countably lame
as sign from the Almighty, had casTacted to paint
all the company buildings, determined to visit their
duly assigned cabin that same evening. But when
he reported, considerably late at the weekend TEEN
ing company Offices, the superintendent served him
with curt order to gather men and appurtenances
and depart at for brand-new Camp No. 3.
which he was to establish too far back in the hills
for its foreman to into town over Sunday:
He heard OF the Rev: Jeremiahs activities from
the drivers Of the supply wagon, that rumbled VI, up
singer, with the Midtown midgets clustered about
her like bees about their queen, had been red and
dazzling. And his brooding passion, ripening under
the sun Of possibility, was growing to demand more
substantial satisfaction than dreams, when word
reached him of the Scripture artists departure for
parts unknown.
But Mile Drake got married. an tn super Civ
tibet Gagged singnbird o his tn school fur tn rest O.
tn season so he'll be back" The teamster who had
gulped the news drove his heart from grief to
ultation Was it his word had influenced her to an
active daring? And town he would go for his
holiday if he had to ride all night long two nights
running.
At the "Sawyer's Roost' he requisitioned soap
and water and razor and proeSeded to make him
,nayle?" the loaers questioned him. resplendent in
polished boots and sky blue tie to match his eyes.
But only old Mick Grant. alone the horse
Paint Preachers sister! Wish me luck"
9Th Paynt Preachers sister, is ut' TIL Paynt
Pracher's sister!" suffered the old man; and his
eyes fairly popped Come back ere, ye chunkhead,
till Oh hammer some sinse in yer pate" But the
would-be wooer was safely out of earshot
He stumbled upon her in the wilderness chapel
after he had knocked vanly at the cabin door, and
prospected yard and slope in growing alarm of her
absence and her huddled usefulness hurt him to
the core.
Little girl" he began with his customary direct
ness, Il heard yu was left alone, so | come right
down. Yu may be unsuspectin', but thar's plenty
and if yu want a strong right to lean on. I'm
ready at yore word" His pulse eaped rotously at
the quick carmne dying her checks. II amt SO
much to be proud Of he went on hastily, but
would treat yu square 4u wudn't have to
worry bout my lookin at emmy one else"
He had come close that he could the heart
beats lift her throat; but he held himself in hand
WI sence ] wi yore wagon step" he in
sisted Tell me yull put on yore hat an go over
to tn Jesce I visit twas so it might "a beer
yore brother, but