Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-01-02
The Call Of the
4 CunlboTIands
With illustrations
from Photographs Of Scenes
in the Play
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crimson ana scarlet orange. but to
Sally the season brought only heart.
achy remembrances Of last autumn,
when Samson had softened his stoi-
cism q the haze had softened the hofi-
xon. He had sent her few brisf let.
ters-not written, but plainly printed.
He selected short words-as much
like tho primer - possible. for NO
other messages could she resd. There
were times in plenty when he wished
to pour out to her torrents OF feeling.
and 1t was such feeling - would have
carried comfort 10 her lonely little
heart. He wished to tell frankly Of
what . 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
as to the rightof.way. But the letters
he wished to write were not the soft
he cared to have read to the g1rl BY
the evangelistdoctor or the district
school teacher, and alone she could
have made nothing Of them. However.
Il love you" are easy words-and those
he always included.
The Widow Miller had been ailing
for months. and, though tho 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 it,
fingers to touch her shrunken chest
This had meant that Sally had to fore-
20 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 slight improvement,
and Sally could again sometimes
steal away with her slate and book.
TO sit alone on the big bowlder. and
study.
She would not be able to write that
Christmas letter. There had been too
many interruptions in the selfimparted
education. but some day she would
write. There would probably DC
time enough. It would take even SAM
son a long while to become An artist
One day, % she WAS walking home
ward from her lonely tTysting place,
she met the battered-looking man who
carried medicines in his saddlebags
and the Scriptures In his pocket, and
Who practiced both forms Of healing
through the hills. The old man drew
down his nag. ana threw one leg over
the pommel.
"Evenin'. Sally" he greeted.
"Evenin'. Brother Spencer. How cir
ye?"
"Tol'able, thank ye. Sally" The
body and-soul mender studied tie girl
awhile In silence. aud then said blunt
":
''Ye'ye done broke right smart, in
the last year. Anything the matter
with ye?"
She shook her head. and laughed.
It was an effort to laugh merrily.
but the ghost Of the old instructive
blitheness rippled into It.
I've Jest come from old spicsF
South's." volunteered the doctor.
He's ailin' pretty consid'ab these
days"
What's the matter with Unc' spi.
cer?' demanded the girl. in genuine
anxiety. Every one along Misery
called the old man Unc' Spicer.
II can't Jest make out" Her in.
former spoke slowly. and his brow cor.
rugated into something like sullen'
ness. He amt jest to say sick. Thet
IL. his organs seems all right, but he
don't pear to have no heart fer nothin'
and his victuals don't tempt him none
He's Jest puny, thet's all"
"rll go over thar. an see him." an
nounced the girl. iii cook chicken
thet'l tempt him."
The girl spent much time after that
at the house Of old spicer South, and
her coming seemed to waken him into
fitful return Of spirits.
Il reckon. Unc' Spicer." suggested
the girl, on one of her nrst visits
"Td better send fer Samson. Msbby
hit mout do 70 good ter see him."
The old man was weakly leaning
back ON his chair, and his eyes were
vacantly listless; but. 1t the susges
ton, he Strengthened. and the ancient
IRE came again to his face.
Don't 70 do hit." he exclaimed, u
most fiercely. i knows ye mean hi
kindly, Sally, but don't ye NEEDLE II
my business.
I'll didn't low ter NEEDLE" fol
tered the girl.
| mo, little gal" His voice scftenet
at once into gentleness. i know
| ye didn't. didn't mean ter be short
answered with 70 either. but thar
] Jest one thing won't low nobody
ter do-an' thet's ter send fer Samson
| He knows the road home. an. whel
he wants ter come. he'll md the doc
| open, but We hain't a-Eoan' ter sel'
| after him.
Wilfred Horton found himself tia
fall in the position Of . man who's
| course lies through rapids. and 70
the arst time IN biz life his pleasure
wers giving prsesasnee TO businesa
Horton was the moat-hated and most
admired man 81 Nsw York but III
/ men who hated and snubbed him wsT'
4 his own Sofl, an1 ~ men who -
mireA HIN woee thooo WHOM 10 wouli
never msst, ana NJ tnaw hin onl
a through he oolunns r. 0sany pApsrl
i PoWerfut ons - hnd ooassd - laugh
ana begun y coasplfe. He must b
\ sileneol! How Wao 8 mootoa que
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