The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-07-09

There is for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary There is rest for you" The to1worn mountain wives and mothers took it meet of Pete Raneaux at the "Roost.' threw her apron oyer her head and bubbsred; softly;Le pitt angel Ieetle seester of great Patti! like take Fer cen my arm, an gif Fer ze rock-tos sleep And Jake Po1hemus. forgetting sthe breakfast he. had of the congregatorl midst and hastily claiming his Warbags and horse took the trail for Camp No. Later gysd ! him for going to smash ss oyer , the time they struggled in he ready to meet all jibes at their good-natured worth. s~ss
 far on its way south he carefully avoided the sensi- tive place in his soul Then, riding rapidly Mill downward on Saturday morning, he came upon her knee-deep in fern, with a. bevy of children around her. He was quickly afoot; and, learning that the preacher taking his cob,s going unaccountably lame all the company buildings, determined to visit their duly assigned cabin that same evening But when he reported, considerably late attfe weekend teem- ing company offices, the superintendent served him with curt order to gather men and agpurfenances which he was to establish too far back the hills for its foreman tosrun into town over Sunday
 He heard of the Rev. Jeremiahs activities from the long grade twice a week His last sight of the singer with the Milltown nidgets clustered about dazzling And his breeding ~ passion ripening under the sua of possibility, was growing demand more substantial satisfaction than dreams when word
 
 parts unknown.
 But Millie Drake got married, an tn super giv' thet caged singi bird O his tn school fur tn Q tn season, so he'll be back The teamster who had gudped the news drove his heart from grief to ultaton. Was it his word had influenced her to an active daring7 And to town he would go for his holiday if he had to ride all night long two nights running. fNH At the "Sawyer's Roost" he requisitioned soap and water and razor, and proceeded to make him self fine. Whar yus gon' ?? Who's tn lucky fe- mayle?" the loafers questioned him, resplendent in polished boots and sky blue tie to match his eyes. But only to old Mick Grant, alone on the horse block, he confded blthely: "In going call tn Paint Preachers sister, Wish me 1uckr'
 Tn Paynt iPracher,s ?, sister, is ut9 Tn Paynt Pracher's sster!' suffered the old man; and his eyes fairly popped. Come back ere, ye chunkhead till Oi 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 vain1y at the cabin door, and prospected yard and slope in growing alarm of her absence; and her huddled wistfuness hurt him to the core.
 Little girl.' he began with his customary direct down. Yu may be unsuspectiu', but thar's plenty in these woods b'side th Rev'rend J. T. Micah; and if yu want strong right arm to lean on, I'm ready at yore word" His pulse leaped rotously at the quick carmine dying her cheeks. "I ain't Sd much to be proud off he went on hastily, "but sure would treat yu square. Yu wu'dnt have to worry bout my loekn' at enny else.'
 beats lift her throat; but he held himself in hand until she should have had her say five wanted yu ever sence seen yu yore wagon step" he in sisted. Tell me yu'l1 put on yore hat an go ove1 tn Jestice. I wisht twas Sd it might a been yore brother, but"