Rocky Ford enterprise. (Rocky Ford, Colo.) 1887-1950, 1913-07-04

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slow smile. Mrs. Perley, after hear
ing the chapter which describes Mrs.
Gargery's methods of bringing up Pip
by hand" attended regularly with
the remark that at was queer sort
Of book. but some way or other she
liked it." When Cora was forced to
leave to attend to her duties In the
dintng-room. she tore herself away
with murmurous reluctance. The doc
tor slipped in at the third reading and
asked Rose II she would lend him the
book In the morning ito read up what
he had missed" Even Perley's boy.
in his worn corduroys. his dirty.
chapped hands rubbing his cap against
his nose, was wont to side noiselessly
In and slip into a seat near the door.
The climax of the day was the long
evening round the fire. There was no
reading then. 1t was the mems hour,
and the smoke Of their pipes and CT
CARS lay thick in the air. Cut on from
I the world in this Granny of the noun
I tains. with the hotel shaking to the
Bullets of the wind and the snow blan-
ket pressing on the pane. their mem
cries swept back to the wild days Of
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tiersman and pioneer.
The Judge told OF his crossing the
plains in forty-seven and the first Nor
mon settlement on the barren shores
Of Salt Lake. He had had encounters
with the Indians, had heard the story
of Olive Oatman from one who had
known her. and listened to the sinis-
ter tale OF the Bonner party from
| survivor. Bill Cannon had come by
the Isthmus" in forty-eight, a half
starved, ragged lad who had run away
from uncongenial drudgery on a New
York farm. His "reminiscences went
back to the San Francisco that had
started up around Portsmouth Square,
to the days when the banks of the
American River had swarmed with
miners. and the gold lay yellow in the
prospector's pan. He had worked
there shoulder to shoulder with men
who afterwards made the history of
the state and men who died with their
names unknown. He had been an eye
witness of that blacklist of Californian
tragedies, the lynching of a Spanish
girl at Downieville. had stood pallid
and sick under pine tree and
watched her boldly face her murder
ers and meet her death.
The younger men, warmed to emu
lation, contributed their, stories. Per-
ley had "reminiscences bequeathed to
him by his father who had been an
alcalde In that transition year, when
California was neither state nor terri
tory and stood in upadministered neg
lect. waiting for Congress to take
some notice of her. Buford told sto-
ries of the vicissitudes of a strolling
players life. He had been in the
Klondike during the first gold rush
and told tales of mining in the North
to match those Of mining on the
mother lode" Willoughby, thawed
out OF his original shyness. added to
the nights entertainments stories Of
the Australian bush, grim legends of
the days of the penal settlements at
Botany Bay. Young Ryan was the
only man Of the group who contribut-
ed nothing to these Sierran Nights
Entertainments. He sat silent in his
chair. apparently listening, and. under
the shadow of the hand arched over
his eyes. looking at the girl opposite.
But the idyl had to end. Their cap
tivity passed into its third week, and
signs that release was at hand cheered
them. They could go out. The streets
of Antelope were beaten into foot
paths. and the prisoners. with the en-
thusiasm of children liberated from
school. rushed into open-air diversions
and athletic exercise. The first word
from the outside world came by re-
stored Geographic communication.
Consolatory messages poured in from
San Francisco. Mrs. Ryan, the elder,
sent kilograms as long as letters and
showered them with the prodigality of
an impassioned gratitude on the
camp, Perley had one that he could
not speak of without growing husky.
Willoughby had one that made him
blush. Dominick had several. None,
however, had come from his wife and
he guessed that none had been sent
her, his remark to Rose to let her
alone" having been taken as a wish to
spare her anxiety. 1t was thought that
the mail would be in now in day or
two. That would be the end of the
fairy tale. They sat about the fire
on these last evenings discussing their
letters. what they expected, and whom
they would be from. No one told any
more stories; the thought of news
from the outside" was too absorbing
1t came in the early dusk of an aft
ernoon near the end of the third week.
Dominick. who was still unable to
walk, was standing by the parlor win
dow. when he saw Rose Cannon run
past outside. She looked in at him
as she ran by, her face full of joy
GUS excitement. and held up to his
gaze small white packet. A moment
later the hall door banged her foot
sounded In the nassape and she en-