The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1914-09-25


u, The old man stretched
10 himself. while q queer
smile lifted his mouth at
~ the corners.
50 can't say like It, Jest: but ~ II
oadat take It somebody else would
neSe to-and he might rest people
sassy Nike. without givin' EN- time TO
thhk It over. You wouldn't think
nov much responsibility a sheriff has.
VOW there's the Stonebrakers, nice
xoikA' all but their tempers. It's been
nard to keep EN- together for the last
"Ve years. but 1t wouldn't do to break
ep them children. First Polly comes
ana swears she'll have Wash up for
assault and battery. and then washIl
como and low he's goin' to leave
tosly for good. go down to see
Soout u and take IA turkey and Polly
uxes ~ up fine and they invite IN
some friends and dress up and git in
= good humor and everything goes
nght for quite a spell.
Tney're both all right, only them
tSmpes. Then there's Jimmy Tur-
iPseeo goes on a spree every once
"hHe, anu We nave an awful
s0e TO Keep his mother from fndin'
y OUT. You know Mis- Turnipseed Is
Sor woman's rights, and she would
eear about 20 crazy IL she knew II.
Jimmyll settle down after a while
&nq behave himself. IL we only keep
Dis mother from findin' out She's
Iectured In nigh about every school,
mousse long the river. There's a man
heard John b. Cough once. and he
says she's superior to him"
t.HDont you ever care to go to the
etty--a real city and see the sights"
capttnued the cross-auestioner.
Me go to the city, Why. son. I've
been! No, I don't like 1t. There's
0ways been such lot goin' on when
I've peen there that 1t makes me
dizzy like, the rattlin' and the rushin
and the roarin'. Kind o. keeps a body
from thinkin. man feels 80 sorry
tQr them pore little children sellin'
pe(ers on the hot streets. and MIS-
ub1s ole women pickin up rags, that
~ couldn't take no pleasure In any
tAkg. l never see thing In the
\ ely to enjoy, jest walls and walls
I uke prison. and stone streets and
ISyerybody clatterin' along like they
had TO scramble for nough to eat
that day. Nobody has minute TO
atop and pass the time o'day-no, the
etty's an awful lonesome place. 1t
must be Unhealthy. too. for they was
two buryin's In one day the last time
/. was there. It's an awful dreary
place!''
Haven't You any poor people here,
Capt. Pergcllis?"
t"Not now. Everybody in Whipplc's
has room to turn round i'm an room
10 breathe and keep clean in. And tho
M az n II N n bpp N
more of God out here. Yes. we did
have pore family here a year or two
back; they was on the town. Old man
ann every thing he got hold of down
the ved lane; he drank like a whale.
but he died and the chillern were put
out to good homes, 40 there amt any
real pore folks here now, not sufYerin'
pore. as you might say. No. not now"
John Doe gave quick toss OF his
head and turned IN a flash upon his
companion.
e."For heavens sake. don't ever go
to the city again, not even 10 stay
over night! Don't you ever do IL. Just
stsy out In this valley forever!"
ayes, that's what l How to do.
don't know why l shouldn't. And
Wealthy, why you can't git her OFF
for q day, not even 10 see her Aunt
Trypheny. Then We kin help our
any pouy bh 'uih "aht "a
ute place-anybody that had got into
Trouble through bein' young and
tBDushtless. here We are, Wealthy and
mo, Jest achin' to make II good and
/ set 'em on the right road. And never
ark NO questions
John Doc had averted his earnest
young face during this last. lie did
not move for long moment. Then
~ lifted his eyes to the kind ones
tiysx would not return the glance and
6id huskily, with understanding:
Nsiod bless you'll"
There was another long pause, then
the sheriff stood up and said very
dencately:
'S~Don't you reckon it would be a
coed idea to row down to Hardscrab-
bfe and mail that letter, now you've
wrote II? They've got new post
mistress that amt related to soul In
Whippleton. llow the sooner It's on
thA better
6ii1ts no use now" said John Doe.
pulling himself to his feet. II was
s0ch S-Such an internal fool-such a
a6kbls-dyed, Internal fool. that never
can square myself now, and yet. I'm
atl0h another fool that l can't give
up. It would simply kill me to give
up. Yes, let US row down TO the next
village and mail that miserable letter
. maven knows what wrote!"
~- A1nn JVUT