The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1913-01-03
JOGGING HIM UP
Man Convinced by a Woman
That Being NeighborIy Is a
Paying Business.
BY GEORGIA LOTT SETTER.

II was the worst snowstorm that
had visited the hills that season.
Frederick Huntley stood at the small
paned window of his snug library and
watched the mail-delivery man as he
struggled up the long hill in the
teeth of the sharp wind.
At Huntley looked, he saw his man
hasten down the drive laden with a
covered pan and small tin bucket,
from which he proceeded to refresh
the faithful horse and his chilled
driver when they paused at the gate.
That is some of Mrs. Brim's non
sense" Huntley muttered impatiently,
turning away from the window. land
can wait for my mail"
No one on Wind mountain under
stood the master of The Pines. He
was not old. He was so fine to look
at that the fresh-cheeked country
girls felt autter of the heart when
they drove past his gate. He seemed
to have plainly of money. though he
lived very simply in the big house
with his housekeeper and one man-of-
all-work.
On the rare occasions when he con-
versed with any of his neighbors, he
seemed pleasant enough, but he In
vited no condolences. And there was
an air of mystery about him, very
different from the honest, open-na-
tured farmers of the community.
Presently as he stood glowering
into the fire, the door opened letting
in gust of cold air from the draugh-
ty hall. Mrs. Brim came toward him
with the mail-an evening paper from
the distant city and legal envelope.
Huntley elzed the letter and tore
it open eagerly.
NJ Brim with the privilege Of
many years of service, fingered, her
eyes fastened upon the exquisite
painted face above the mantel.
mo news?" she asked presently.
mo news" responded the man, list
lessly.
And what would you do" she ven
turned. "if you did get track of
herr"
I'D follow her to the earth's end!
Do you suppose l have ever had a
minutes happiness since she went
away?"
"Rut do you think It would do any
good? Do you think she would have
you, now? Have you tried to be what
she wished, so as to be ready for her
when you do find herr"
The man looked at her in amaze
ment.
"Oh, Mr. Fred, forgive me, but
want you to be ready, and instead OF
that you are more wrapped up in
yourself than ever before! Try to do
something for someone else-try 1t
today"
This is certainly an excellent day
TO begin. Suppose you suggest some
thing, Mrs. Brim."
The good woman could have wept
at his tone, but instead she cast her
eyes out over the storm-swept land
scape.
There" she cried, there comes
that poor Mr. Brown, visiting pastor
to the hill people. His horse is tired
out, and he is far from home. Let me
send Jim to the gate to ask him in
until the storm drops"
Huntley raised his eyes to the love
ly eyes OF the picture. The pines out
side walled in the wind. Sleet dashed
against the windows.
Here, I'll go, myself" he exclaimed.
with sudden interest. You're a very
good woman. Mrs. Brim."
Mrs. Brim. bustling happily about
her kitchen preparing dinner. paused
frequently to listen to the unusual
sounds of voices in conversation In
the library where silence was wont to
reign.
Company to dinner" she ex.
claimed, delightedly, "and a regular
'by-way and hedgrA~:ind of company,