The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1914-04-17

u&D penueBeeLuS Ell lump up Gil ulo1
The sound Of slap and shrill yelD
followed, and around the porch dashed
an infantile darkey, as nude as a black
Puck, with his hands full Of cherries.
who came to sudden demoralized
stop in the embarrassing foreground.
Ralph" Numbered the doctor.
Didn't tell you to go back to that
kitchen?"
Yes, subj" responded the imp. "But
yo' didn' tell me ter stay dar!"
IF see you out here again." roared
the doctor, I'll tie your ears back
and grease you-and SWALLOW
you!" At which grisly threat, the
apparition, with shrill shrek, turned
and ran desperately for the corner OF
the house.
II hear" said the doctor, resumtng,
that the young man who came to fix
the place up has hired Uncle Jefer-
son and his wife to help him. Who's
responsible for that interesting infor-
mation?"
hickey Snyder" said Mrs. Mason.
shes got spy-glass rugged up in
q sugar-tree at Miss Matte Sues
and she saw them pottering around
there this morning"
Little limb" exclaimed Mrs. Gift
ford, with emphasis. She's as cheeky
as town-hog. can't imagine what
Shirley cambridge was thinking OF
when she brought that low-born child
out of her sphere"
Something like growl came from
the doctor as he struck open the
screen-door. Limb I'll bet ten
dollars she's an angel in a cedar
tree at a church fair compared with
some better-born young ones l know
of who are only fit to live when
they've got the scarlet-fever and who
ought to be in the reformatory long
ago. And as for Shirley cambridge,
it's my opinion she and her mother
and a few others like her have sot
about the only drops of the milk or
human kindness in this whole aban-
doned community"
Dreadful mani" said Mrs. Clifford.
soto voce, as the door banged vicious
ly. ITO think of his being born q
Southall! Sometimes l can't believe
it,"
Mrs. Mason shook her head and
smiled. "Ah, but that isn't the real
Doctor Southall," she said. That's
only his she'll"
i've heard that he has another
side," responded the other with
guarded grimness, "but If he has,
wish he'd manage to show 1t some
times"
Mrs. Mason took of her glasses and
wiped them carefully. II saw 1t when
my husband died." she said softly.
That was before you came. They
were old friends, you know. He was
sick almost year, and the doctor
used to carry him out here on the
porch every day in his arms. like
child. And then, when the typhus
came that summer among the negroes.
he quarantined himself with them-the
only white man there-and treated
and nursed them and buried the dead
with his own hands, till 1t was
out. That's the real Doctor
Southall"
The rockers vibrated in silence for
Then Mrs Clifford said: Il
never knew before that he had any
hing to do with that duel. Was he
,ne of Valiant's seconds?'
YES" said Mrs. Mason; "and the
major was the other. l was a little
girl when 1t happened. / can barely
1t, but it made big sensar
ion."
And over love-affair!" exclaimed
Mrs. Clifford in the tone of one to
whom romance was daily bread.
Il suppose it was"
For time the conversation Ian
rushed. Then Mrs. Clifford asked sud-
lenly: Who do you suppose she
ould have been?-the girl behind that
I'D Valiant affair.""
Mrs. Mason shook her head. mo
me knows for certain-unless, Of
curse, the major or the doctor, and
wouldn't question either Of them for
worlds. You see, people had stopped
;ossiping about it before was out of
chool. There's Major Bristow at the
ate now. And the Doctors just COM
ng out again."
The major wore a suit Of white
inen, with a broad-brimmed straw
lat, and a pink was in his button
ole, but to the observing, his step
night have seemed to lack an accus-
omed jauntiness. AS he came up the
ath the doctor opened his Office.
How do you feel this morning, Ma
Dr."
"Feel?" rumbled the major; the
'ay any gentleman ought to feel this
me of the morning, sab. Like hell.
ah."
The doctor bent his gaze on the
iJarious blossom in the others lapel.
If l were you, Bristow," he said
II reckon I'd quit galivant-
lg around to bridge-fights with per-
lmery on my handkerchief every
vening. It's the devil Of an example
, the young"
The rockingchairs behind the