The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1913-12-13

angel. and me . cock devil. shen
have to find him out for herself
VII.
My wife Jas run away with him.
VIII
could pick stars ike 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 frilla.
hardly know whar to begin. 'cept
whar left OF without mentioning how
they run away. The illustrious didn't
have the nerve. SO It was my lady
who stole over to stable In the dead Of
night. AID harnessed the team 30 81
lent never woke. She drove OF with
her trunks, the puppy piano. and her
swine. on a bitter night with eighty
mile ahead before she'c get any help
II things went wrong. She has the
pure grit. my great thoroughbred lady.
and It 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 reproaching a COW. and sent
on 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. II 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 out a five-foot we'll at Bent Creek,
while this unselfsh 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 coaloil. Then he disre-
membered how to soak the kindlings
before he struck a match, so he lit the
fuel first, then stood over pouring oil
from the fve-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 10
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
alights on top of her sudden. The fire
catches hold OF my wife, but che
swings the widow through the window.
climbs out, lights on top Of her again,
then takes a roll in the snow.
When the illustrious comes out of
the woods to explain. dye think she'd
listen? ] 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 piano. 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 OFlynn'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 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. guess
you know, Mummy. why me and my
pipe and my dog are welcome now.
which you've lived in your time and
loved
$50 hoping you're in Heaven, as this
leaves me at present.
Yr. affect. son, JESSE.