The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1913-11-29

<nfreouent. and spite OF all my sApe
riences with the late Mrs. Smith,
most fortunate deceased. life amt all
complete without mate. II amt no
harm to any woman. mother. II JUST
varies OF my trail TO survey the sur
rounding stock.
Mrs. yubbin passes herself on for
\ widow. and all the boys at the mine
take notice that she can cook Apart
from that. she's homely as a barb-wire
fence. and Bubbly Jock. her husband
amt deceased to any great extent, De-
ing due to finish his sentence along Id
October, and handy besides with
rife.
Then of the three young ladies' AZ
Eighty Mile, Sally Is sound proposi
ton, but numerously engaged to the
stage drivers and teamsters along the
Cariboo Road. Miss With. the schooi-
ma'am, keeps a widow mother with
tongue and teeth. so them as smells
the bait is ware Of the trap. That's
why Miss With stays single. The
other girl is a no-account young per-
son. Not that I'm the sort to shy al
woman for squirting. the same being
quite persistent with sound morals
but | hold that person VINO
scratches herself at meals amt never
quite the lady. She should do 1t pri'
vate.
There's the Widow O'Flynn on the
trail to Hundred Mile,--she's harsh.
with a wooden limb. Besides she
wants to talk old times In Abilene.
don't.
While I've mostly KEEP away from
the married ladies', and said deliver
us from temptation" regular every
night, there was no harm as came
along down, in being sorry for Mrs.
Tt evor. Women are reckoned mighty
cute at reading men. but I've noticed
when I've struck the complete polecat.
that he's usually married. So long as
woman keeps her head she's wiser
tl.an a man. but when she gets ratified
she's sure fool. She'll keep her
head with the common run OF men.
but when she strikes the all-round
stinker, like horse runs into fire.
she Ups and marries him. Anyway.
Mrs. Trevor had got there.
Said to be Tuesday.
Trip before last was the first time
| seen this lady. Happens Jones reck.
oned she'd been appointed inspector
OF snakes, So I'd had to lay off at the
spring, and Mrs. Trevor comes along
to get shut of her trouble. She's hun.
cry; she amt had anything but her
prize hawg to speak to for weeks. and
she's as curious as Mother Eve. any
way.
Surely my meats transparent by
the way her voice struck through
among my bones. II angels speak
like her I'd die to hear. She told me
nothin. not one word about the
trouble that's killing her. but her
voice made me want to cry. II you'd
spoke like that when | was your pup
by, you'd had no need OF that old
slipper. mother.
Cause | couldn't tear him away
from the beef bones, I'D left Mick up
at the Skyline, or I'D asst that lady
to accept my dog. You see, he'd bite
Trevor albright, wharas | has to diet
myself. and my menu is sort of com.
plete Still by the time she stayed
in camp. my talk may have done some
comfort to that poor woman She
didn't know then that her trouble was
only goin' to last another week.
You'd have laughed If you'd seen
Jones after she drank her fill Of water
out Of the bubbly spring, crowded
with soda bubbles. She just goes hic.
tittup. hic, down the trail. changing
steps as the hiccups jolted her poor
old ribs. The mare looked so blamed
funny that at first didn't notice the
tracks along the road
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