The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1914-09-18

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"Where'. Dave-where's Dave Greer"
| come home yesterday evening, an l
Knocked him cause lie hadn't killed
Kip, an then he went erway an l
amt seen him since, but he must er
gone ter Their camp"
You sent him-you Knocked him?'
Mary cried,
Judith nodded. 81 did, God forgive
me-" she said.
Then yer err wicked, wicked old wo-
man, an God1l not forgive you!" cried
the girl vehemently. and with a pas
sionate gesture, she flung herself away
and sped off down the hill in the rain.
George Hedrick walked along the
road heavy with mud. blown through
and through by the high wind of the
morning. which amounted to almost Il
gale, and beaten upon by the steady
rain, and his frame of mind was scarce
ly a cheerful II
"Go:" he muttered in scorn of him.
self. Ger course I'll go. l never yit
seed er mess err airy kind come erlong
that want my business in no ways
whatever that l { didn't manage ter run
my head inter hit somehow err another.
Now, Jest look at this-here I've
knowed Crees all my life an l know
'em ter be Jest ther very worst kind
err people ter fool with when they're
stirred up. an yit here I 60 err trompin'
erlong this blamed muddy road err look
in fer Dave Cree, who as fer temper
is er Cree right through ter ther back
bone an out ther other side. An any
how I'd Jest like ter know what kinder
good my sayin' Come home with me.
Dave; yer mammy's frettin' erbout
YER s goin' ter dome erbout comm
up ter his shoulder an no mo-"
Here a fierce gust of wind cut
through him. and he shivered again in
the early chill.
can eff Dave don't take my head an
Jest naturally crack hit ergist Kip's fer
interferin' with his business, an settle
us both at one clip, I'll certainly git
, my death er cold in this yere storm an
wind" he complained. can me no,
: had off my winter flannels morn Ell
week. But l alters did think the
want er truer sayin' than that er
bout Their Lord sendin' err tempest e.
y wind ter Their shorn lamb"
n But for all his grumbling George
Z Hedrick got himself over the groun,
very quickly, and his face was gray
and anxious. And once or twice as hi
mind went back to Judith Cree's will
+ remorseful face, and remembered tn
q torrent of her words revealing all tn
passionate hate and suffering OF he
# silent years, which now in the tellin
~ seemed to come u of Ter with tn
d tearing fury of the devils of old. II
muttered with deep cOnviction-"Hit
er terruble thing ter be e. woman"
A mile or so behind him up tha
!, same rough track. on frantic. cage
~ feet, Mary Keddin was laboring breatl
~ lessly-though the distance nOw. co,
W. pled as it was with her headlOng higt
of from the Messy Hollow. ";ready bega
" to seem very long and very difficult.
w. So it happened that when David Gre
10 awoke that morning in the deserte
shanty and realizing where he was an
q. TOT WIit IpuIIost liz a thViS Ao'
quickly and prepared to take up h
m quest. he came. as he stepped aero
IN the rotting doorsill. face to face wit
the storekeeper. who having been
Whitcomb's camp in his search f
he him. was then on his way to the Dav
Id to make further inquiries.
be Hedrick drew a breath of reli
when he saw David and came to
IT. stand.
Id 81 was lookin' fer Yer, Dave"
he said.
4er "Was yer" David replied coolly al
indifferently, preparing to pass hi
Id; I'm erlookin' for somebody else"
nd Hedrick put out his hand hastily Al
laid it on his arm. "Hole on, Dave
in hole on" he cried desperately, Il &
he CIR message fer yer from yer mother.
i'd "Then Yer kin tell her from me-" d
vid answered quickly. that hit all
nv done Wit. but that hit will be. 81
Of needn't ter fret" and again he tried
nd move on. But Hclrick's grasp tigl
cned.
2" wait, Dave, wait" he cried. II
amt that. She don't want Yer ter
er. hit. She's pretty nigh crazy over VIII
.ge she said ter yer. She come ter me I'll
mornin' most fore day. an asked \
cd TER find yer, an say she'd jest Civ al
lst thin'-she'd cut her tongue QUIT
He take back what she said ter YER"