Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-07-12
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and he Light In the frosted window
would glow ttli nearly dawn,
WithiA, Pete sat upon his shiny
bench, rolling va1sd end upon hi
shiny knee, end tautsnsd his double
stitches through the night. scarcely
feeling the need Of sleep. His new
:aparetoa, staelsd - thsy wsro finish
ed. had gEaAua1iy crowded poor Mrs
Pete into her hst stoagAold. the
oornar between The voodbox and thu
bunk. Neresay shs Fessafsd the all
ing OF her only rsom with harness. Of
her bunk With scsap leather. which
scratched her, Ghe sa5d. WsdseA int
her last corner. shs would patch dis
graceful old socks. while Pete ct hil
sewing oroooed 'ons Moro Rivee." OF
some indeceat bailad Of The gold
mines.
Mother" Pets you'd look up from
his bench. You mind when I brung
her here right 70 this very cabin,
With Father Jared, and the Baby,
Davidf"
What mates ycu hover, Peter
'Dye mind Baby Davidr'
Didn't nurse him7' said tho old
woman softly. He'd red hair IKE his
stuck-uD mother, blue eyes same a.
Jesse. and birthnaark On his OF kid.
uey. Now, did you AK her about that
birthma1k1"
Z told her." said Pete. that sus.
ptcious female. With face Ike q
grebe and an inauirin' mind is ;wistful
to inspeck Dave's Kidneys"
Mother wasged her head. II own
I'd like to believe Kate Smith IL back
in this country. but you're such con.
tinuous and enduring liar"
That's Co." said Pete.
One day when the sun shone bright.
ly into tho cabin. Billy arrived with q
letter hon Captain Taylor. Pete
would not give It to mother. or read
It aloud. OF even tell tho news. He
danced an ungainly hornpipe. and
mother had to shake him.
Now what on. airth's the matter with
yewf mother boiled over.
Finish them rigginSy BY arst May
says he.
Says I'm partner and boss of the
OUTFIT and running the whole shootin
match, and I'll get more wealth thanTl
patch hell a mile, and
There's none like Nancy Lee, I trow.
Ow! Ow!
''Oh. mother, Bolts give me a half.
interest, and amt this happy little
home. my dariin'!"
At that Mrs. Pete flung her skinny
arms around his neck, and the two
silly old things sobbed together.
A week later. when. to save Pete
long tramp. Billy rode down with
the rations, he found the old people
concerned about this ysre partner.
ship"
Mother allows this Brooke ia
trash" said Pete. wagging his snowy
head, land for all the interest he
takes he's mostly corpse. Thar's
shorely holes In my 'skite bar"
Billy read the letter thoughtfully.
Brooke been to see tho rigginssf~
be asked.
"Once in December. He don't know
nothin'. either.
wonder what he WantD7~
Smells mean. eh?'
"A mean smell, Pete"
Billy had spent the week tracking
down the two bad characters who had
served as witnesses to a false agree.
ment. Their confession was now in
evidence against Brooke, In case he
dared repudiate Mathson's rights az
partner, but there was no need to
alarm the cargador So Billy changed
the subject, demanding tea. and there
was fine gossip.
Once after his Saturdays tramp up
the great hill. Pete returned looking
very old. Il axed Bolt" he explained.
about this yere partnership"
"Well7" asked mother sharply.
''Weil?"
Bolt says thar's pigs with pink
bows to their tails, just stretchin' and
stretchin' around his sty."
Ths old woman turned her back, for
Pete wss crying.
In April there came . rush Of
warmth out Of the west. licking up
all the snow, save only on that high
plateau where the Hundred Mile and
Spito House seemed to wait and wait
in the white silence.
Pete sat under q roof Of cedar
shakes which he lad built 10 shelter
the new "riggings." He was Fivetins
tbs last Of sixty hackamofes. 40 he
dreamed Of the great north trail. Of
open meadows by the Hagwilgaet. Of
the heaven-piercing spire Of Tsegeor
dinlth at the Forks Of Skeena.
mother" he said, I'm no SLOUGH Of
q oargador. Them red gin cases 10
etill to rig for kitchen boxes. and its
an complete. The mules 10 fattenins
rood, I hear, and tho mons tho same
q last summer. all worth their feed.
too
But mother, grim and fierce In the
thross % her spring cleaning. had not
come to admire. Pete" she shrilled.
tive more buckets Of water, and yew
4est IT Q move on. And how long hev
yew bin promisin' 10 whittle mo them
c3othss-pins? Now jest yew hustle.
roto, or ri, get right ugly.
11le Only cut from the plug into.
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