Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-02-20

Mrs. Lindstrom-and for John"
And John. he prayed so mighty hard
he chased her off the place! Reckon
she's the same old girl, Mr.. Curran."
Sure. L think so, Uncle Michigan"
Don't reckon this yere stage bust
nessll ever change her a mite, Mr..
Curran"
Hope not. Uncle Michigan. Darn
the smoke-it's getting in our eyes.
amt it?" MIR. Curran coughed and
spluttered; he didn't want to see the
tears on Michigan's whiskers. The old
man thumped the wooden leg on the
box and against the stove preparing to
get out of the house. "uncle Michigan
sa1d Mr.. Curran, stay to supper and
Well talk about Aurelie. Gee whiz,
hope that little girl makes good!"
You want me to stay to supper?"
uncle Michigan turned to Aunt Abby
You're church folks. and l done been
an ole whisky peddler Johnny Reb."
You done been an old fool. Uncle
Michigan! You sit right here till sup
per'S ready!"
Right here till supper's ready!" add
this letter."
But not any word about comm
home!"
She'll get home. She says up in
Waterloo the comedian got drunk and
nearly busted III the show. And that
AHSt IN AOo W SuI Oul IcI Dls STU.
alton"
"What?' gasped Aunt Abby. "cut out
her-what?"
II swear"
well it can't be serious or they'd
telegraphed!"
changes his play so much they Just
can't keep up with it In ~rehearsals, but
that Sol Gratz thinks pretty soon they
will get it all over"
Get over whatever the operation
l suppose. Wiley?"
n picking up this stage slang
SO fast she must be getting ON. I swear
it's a fine letter.
Aunt Abby was peeking at it over
his shoulder. What's that? She asks
II any one ever hears from Harlan Van
Hart?'
Wiley sighed. Eyes. She-sort of
knew Harlan" He folded up the let
ter and handed it to Uncle Michigan,
who stared at it as ii it was a jewel.
gan. you lone better keep this in your
safe at the office. Mr.. Curran."
That safe rusted shut in go. Uncle
time the creek flooded the
News office-and it's never been opened
SINCE"
the clock. MIR. Curran-or somewhere.
wouldn't lose it for the best leg 1 got"
He handed it back to Mr.. Curran. and
the editor locked it in the clock case.
When | git lonesome. I'll come up here
and Wellu read it all over again. Kind
O. lonesome at the ole place.
John he's sourin' on the world.
Keeps the boys cuttin' brush. And the
baby's ailin'. And the woman's fret,in'.
Seems III the sun don't shine so
bright since Aurelie went away"
Don't you worry, Uncle Mich. She'll
come back rich and famous. and every
bodyu be happy. and she'll give a show
In n tin opera house."
Uncle Michigan's eyes shone again.
Just as Ole Captain Tinkletoes proph-
esied down in Louisany! She'll done
grow up to occupy the land!"
Mr.. Curran's eyes shone. too. He had
been told Aurelie's fantastic story, on.
these many times! He had gilded it.
enshrfned flowed it.
"Our little girl. Uncle Mich!" he cried.
out in the big world fighting her way,
and not being scared! I never think
OF how she came to me but I want to
gather her up and shelter her. protect
her"-he stopped slowly-'love her"
he sighed. Then he turned away from
them and looked down the hill to his
shop. Eth. we'll! l reckon 1 am the
man who is In a state of arrested de-
velopment concerning women!"