The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1915-01-07

MS cigar lIOIH his Ups, anu Sluuleu
its ascending smoke through lids half
closed and thoughtful.
Singular" he unused; very singu-
lar!"
What's singular" impatently de-
manded his companion Finish. or
don't start"
That mountaineer came up here
as George Lescotts protege," went
on Farbish, refectively. He came
fresh from the feud belt, and landed
promptly in the police court. Now,
in less than year. he's pairing off
with Adrienne Lescott-who, every
one supposed, meant TO marry Wilfred
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 vii.
| fred Horizons resignation YETI"
Not 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 and means OF curb
ing Wilfred's crusades.
We'll, don't do it,"
why the devil shouldn't we? We
| don't onorohfotc IN ba on
more"
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-
lied Mr. Farbish. succinctly. IF we
can get these two men, South and
Horton, together down there at the
shooting lodge, under the proper condi-
lions, 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.
Il happen to know it, quite by
chance. 1t 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'
zon. He had sent her few brief let
ters-not 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 a 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 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
Il love you" are easy words-and those
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 oowlder, and
study.
She would not be able to write that
Christmas letter. There had been toe
many interruptions in the self-impartet
education, but some day she would
write. There would probably be
time enough. 1t 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 battered-looking man who
carried medicines in lis saddlebag:
and the Scriptures in his pocket, anC
who practiced both forms of healing
through the hills. The old man drew
down his nag, and threw one leg ovei
the pomnel.
"Evenin', Sally" he greeted.
"Evenln', Brother Spencer How ali
ye?"
"ToTable, thank ye, Sally" The
body-and-soul member studied the cir
awhile in silence, and then said blunt
ly:
we've done broke right smart, fl