The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1913-11-07

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collect my wife. The reply is indig.
nant to say that the swine is a liar.
Likewise there's a paragraph in the
Vancouver papers about the illustrious
young composer, Salvador Miami. who's
disappeared, 1t seems, into the wilds.
His wife is desolated. his kids Is fran
tic, the Salvatore, a musical society, is
offering rewards, which may come in
useful, and the rest Of mankind throws
fits. This paper owns up that the de-
parted is careless and absent-minded,
and l just pause to observe that he
hasn't made my bed. He'll have some
quirt for supper.
AS to my wife, she'd never believe
that the swine wasn't sent tofetch her,
or that he's deserted his wife and
family. She thinks he's a little cock
angel and me a cock devil. She'll
have to find him out for herself.
VII.
My wife has run away with him.
VIII.
could pick stars like apples. Here's
me with my pipe and dog in my home,
and my dear wife content. The Dock
of London has no more, except frills.
hardly know whar to begin, 'cept
whar left off without mentioning how
they run away. The illustrious didn't
have the nerve, so 1t was my lady
who stole over to stable in the dead Of
night, and harnessed the team so ST
lent never woke. She drove off with
her trunks, the puppy piano, and her
swine, on a bitter night With eighty
mile ahead before she'd get any help
II things went wrong. She has the
pure grit, my great thoroughbred lady.
and 1t makes me feel real good to
think of the way she followed her con-
science along that unholy trail through
the black pines.
By dawn she put up for breakfast
at O'Flynn's. The widow had broke
her leg approaching a COW, and sent
off her son to the carpenter at Hun
dred and Fifty Mile House to get the
same repaired. Her bed was beside
the stove, with cord-wood, water, and
grub all within reach. 1t was real
awkward though that the stove had pc
tered out, and the water bucket froze
solid while she slept, so she was ex-
pecting tn be waited before her son
got home, when Kate arrived in time
to save her from Heaven. The signor
volunteers to make fire and cook grub
while Kate fed and watered the team,
so my wife has the pleasure of chop
ping OFT a five-foot we'll at Bent Creek,
while this unselfish cavalierio stayed
in the house and got warm. Naturally
he didn't know enough to light the
stove, until the widow threw things,
and he got the coal-oil. Then he disre-
membered how to soak the klndlings
before he struck match, so he lit the
from the five-gallon can. When the
fire lep' up into the can, Of course he
had to let go, and when he seen the
cabin all in flames, he galloped of to
the woods, leaving the Widow O'Flynn
to burn comfy all by herself.
BY the time Kate reaches the cabin,
the open door is all flames; but, hav-
ing the ice ak, she runs to the gable
end, and hacks In through the window.
The beds burning quite brisk by then.
but the widow has quit out, climbed
to the window and gone to sleep with
the smoke, 80 that Kate climbs in and
alights on top of her sudden. The fire
catches hold of my wife, but she
swings the widow through the window,
climbs out, lights on top Of her again.
then takes a roll in the snow.
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the woods to explain, dye think she'd
listen? l can just see him explaining
with dago English. paws, shoulders.
and eyes. She leaves him explaining
in front of the burning cabin.
My wife bumped this widow to the
barn, and got warm clothes from her
trunks for both of them. She fired out
her baggage and the puppy plano, bed
ded down the widow in clean hay,
hitched up the team, and hit the trail
for home.
She hadn't a mile to go before she
met me, and what with the smoke
from O'Flynn's. the widow in the rig.
and the complete absence OF the swine,
I'd added up before she refined her
| team. She would want to cry IN my
arms.
So she's in bed here, her burns
dressed with oil from a bear who held
me up once on the Skyline trail It's
good OIL The widows asleep in my
cabin, and I'm right to home with this
letter wrote to you, Mother. l guess
you know, Mummy, why me and my
pipe and my dog are welcome now.
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