Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-07-10
CHATTER III

In the days WnOn tnou8nI THIS Joe-
80 person was important, used to
read the Old Testament. which is full
human with pride and arrogance Of
man. But since I learned that this
whole world - only . dream from
which We shall awake, the New Tesla
msnt has been my pasturaga Maybe
three moons ago. when my ammuni-
ton had run out, and my neighbor
animals had learned all the little
secrets Of my traps and snares. and l
wondered what God was going to do
about 1t. OF course I couldn't ques-
ton about His business. but seeing
tha4 likely He intended me to leave
my little worries behind, made .
good IRE In The cabin, lay down in the
bunk, arranged my body to Be In de-
cent order In case left 1t. and took
my Bible to pass away the time.
suppose I'd dropped on to sleep,
when something rough began to hap
pen, jolting me back into the world Of
fuss. A man In buckskin shirt and q
bad temper. stamping the snow of
his moccasins. shaking me by tho
arm. He was my old friend Iron Dale.
a man Of the world-which smashed
him.
He seemed to be worried. and that,
Of course. WAS natural to q man like
Iron, lusty and eager, with an Ape
dto for monsy-whereas poor Polly
had done her best to cure him Of his
dollars.
Here was Iron jumping about the
cabin, busy a. . chipmunk. with just
the same hurried. funny way Of bias
pheming. He had to make dre. cook
SOUP, and haul things In from out
doors. while he told me nsws shout .
team, sjeigh, . load Of stores for me.
and his own services paid up six
months ahead II I'd let him work On
the ranch. He was like . little boy
which plays at keeping store. whore
you've gbe 70 pretsnd 70 trade, with
nary smile. lest he should rec and
the whole game turn unreal So sat
up for Soup. which made my loose
skin At mo again - ] filed. I'd an
swer to all he did. grave % . con-
stable. playing the game Of life just
~ used 70.
When he'd tended the horses, Iron
set up . clock upon the shelf, 80
might hear the ticking AZ time passed.
He carried in armloads from the
sleixh. he opened cases. he spilled out
sacks. He showed me maple syrup.
try.your-strensth cigars, dandy ride
with plenty ammunition, books.
clothes, candy. . plano which plays
itself, then garden seeds. and all sorts
Of things which you'd have honed for
In the long ago. The place was like
. barter store, piled to the beams
with riches wasted on me. who hadn't
. neighbor left. Why, even Iron, who
used to think for no one but himself,
had kitten for me, warm In his peck
ct. and forgotten until . case of hard
ware squashed out it, best Sunday
scr cam. Who'd ever think. too. that
20 small bundle Of fur and claws
should have q purr to I'LL my whole
bed with Joy. Surely, loved this
world I'd so nearly quit. whsn after
supper Iron loosed q gramophone.
The Hudson's Bay. man had shown
him . special record" from England,
the angel song in Chopin's "Marche
Funebre." We had that first, the very
song she used to sing in this cabin.
times when I reckoned it Q shameful
thing for any man to cry.
It was Hates voice.
oh, tell God, mother. that I'm very
grateful. I heard her voice fii;nS
this place which used to be her home.
Though my wife and are parted for
all our years-love finds q way.
A week or more had passed, and I'd
my strength again. The river had
frozen 30 that We could cross to the
hunting grounds beyond, and when we
came back our camp was full Of meat.
The truth 10 scarce, being winnowed
by many preachers. and my grains
whom try to eat them, are mostly
husks. Iron calls me coward. But
Polly only weighs ninety-eight poundS.
and two hundred, 80 that couldn't
have managed to feel brave fighting
her. Then Iron claims it's not the
little woman I ought to light. but the
big evil she did In bringing al our
settlers to death or ruin. A woman's
whim IL light a. thistle-d down, but this
ties choke the pasture unless you fight
Thorn, and Christ himself fought 20
the death against the evils which grew
rank around him. doubt I've been
= cowardly sort Of Christian.
I'd got 80 far In thinking my morals
needed repairs, when new thing
happened, pointing out the way.
O'Flynn rode over burning the trail
from the Hundred. MY wife Is there!
ALTHOUGH We may not meet, her love
has brought her from England to be
NEAR me.
OTlynn has seen my son, he has
spoken with Father Jared. he has
come with Kate from England, and
he left her nursing ct Bolt Taylors
beAsi6s. She u sending surly Brown
lrun soda Greek with = cable. 70 build
= - eaeW, ~ start ths ferry again
: 4 r! 81! = se y