The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1915-07-22

Singular" he unused; very singu
lar!"
whats Singular" impauently de
manded his companion. Finish. OF
don't start"
That mountaineer came up here
as George Lescott's protege," wen
on Farbish, relectively. Gle came
fresh from the feud belt, and landed
promptly In the police court. Now
In less than year. he's pairing of
with Adrienne Lescott-who, every
one supposed, meant to marry Wilfret
Horton. This little party tonight is
to put it quite mildly, bit uncon
ventionaL"
The stout gentleman said nothing
and the other questioned, musingly:
by the way, Bradburn. has the
Kenmore Shooting club requested VIII
fred Horizons resignation YETI"
mot yet. We are going to. He's
not congenial, since his hand Is raised
against every man who owns more
than two dollars" The speaker owned
several million times that sum. This
meeting at an out-of-the-way place
had been arranged for the purpose
Of discussing ways end means Of curb
ing Wiifred's crusades.
well, don't do it."
why the devil shouldn't we? We
don't want anarchists In the Ken
more" fe,1
After awhile, they sat silent, Farbish
smiling over the plot he had just de
vised, and the other man putting with
a puzzled expression at his cigar.
That's all there is to It," summar
ICED Mr. Farbish, succinctly. If we
can get these two men, South and
horton, together down there at the
shooting lodge under the proper condi
tions, they'll do the rest themselves,
think. I'll take care of South. Now
it's up to you to have Horton there
at the same time"
How do you know these men have
not already met-and amicably?" de-
manded Mr. Bradburn.
81 happen to know it, quite by
chance. It is my business to know
things--Quite by chance!"
Indian summer came again to
Misery, Haunting woodland banners OF
crimson and scarlet orange, but to
Sally the season brought only heart
achy remembrances of last autumn,
when Samson had softened his stoi.
cism as the haze had softened the hori
zoa. He had sent her few brief bet.
ters-Rot written, but plainly printed
He selected short words-as much
like the primer as possible, for no
other messages could she read. There
were times IN plenty when he wished
to pour out to her torrents of feeling,
and it was such feeling as would have
carried comfort to her lonely little
heart. He wished to tell frankly Of
what q good friend he had made, and
how this friendship made him more
able to realize that other feeling
his love for Sally. There was in his
mind no suspicion--as yet--that these
two girls might ever stand in conflict
az to the right-of-way. But the letters
he wished to write were not the sort
he cared to have read to the girl by
the evangelist-doctor or the district
school teacher, and alone she could
have made nothing of them. However,
ssT I-,xoix,o,,n orc 90 cv u,0rdS-and fbao6
he always included.
The Widow Miller had been ailing
for months, and, though the local
physician diagnosed the condition as
being right porely," he knew that the
specter of tuberculosis which stalks
through these badly lighted and ven
tilated houses was stretching out Its
fingers to touch her shrunken chest.
This had meant that Sally had to fore
go the evening hours to study, be
cause of the WEAKNESS that followed
the day OF nursing and household
drudgery. Autumn seemed to bring
to her mother a slight improvement,
and Sally could again sometimes
steal away with her slate and book,
to sit alone on the big powder, and
study. ~
She would not be able, to write that
Christmas letter. There had been toe
many Interruptions in the selfimparted
education, but some day she would
write. There would probably be
time enough. It would take even Sam
son a long while 20 become an artist.
One day, as she was walking home
ward from her lonely trysting place,
she met the hattered-looking man who
carried medicines in lis saddlebags
and the Scriptures in his pocket, and
who practiced both forms of healing
through the hills. The old man drew
down his nag, and threw one leg over
the pomInel.
"Evenin', Sally" he greeted.
"Evenin', Brother Spencer. How air
YET"
"Torable, thank ye, Sally" The
body-and-soal mender studied the girl
awhile In silence, and then said blunt
ly:
we've done broke right smart, In
the last year. Anything the matter
with YET"
She shook her head, and laughed
It was an effort to laugh meFriiy
but the ghost OF the old Instructive
bsitheness rfppled into 1t.
I've jest come from old Spicer
South's," volunteered the doctor
Hes ailin' pretty consid able, these
days."