Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-05-29
I shonldn,t want them to Know. p.you

I shouldn't want them to know. D'you
s'pose l could?"
Their eyes met doubtfully. 1T
would be a week" Shelby was less
jubilant. But see here, BILL" sum-
moning all his own buoyancy and en-
thusiasm, you can, and you must, and
you shall"
Ripton caught up the air of unsuc-
cess that had partially slipped from
him. "a weeks a long time-for me.
A thought loosed again the drab dra-
perry. Shelby. dispose lowering his
voice, shed be there? She married
one of the boys"
who? OH the belle? She of the
slim waist and the Simmer ankles 2"
George" said Ripton, in his voice
a touch of gentle dignity new to his
friend, well just not mention--her
ankles. They don't - among my
kind"
Shelby buried his amusement and
his smart, to follow eagerly in the
wake of this chance straw. She'll be
there. The women are great on re-
unions. Bet you'll find her on the
train" He rose. "Oh, you're going
all right, old man. See you tomorrow
about fixing you out"
AS they walked the platform, wait,
ing for the train to pull in, his quiet
suit and plain tie according well with
his iron-gray hair, Ripton looked the
part of a prosperous country gentle
man, albeit one with touch of sport
ing blood, as was evidenced in the gay
border OF his handkerchief. Not his
the nervousness and the uncertainty.
His bearing was dignifed, his tread
firm, and more noticeably accented on
| the right foot, as became one who was
going back to keep step with 'the
boys" Back farther yet. to things in
herited and conventional.
Shelby who, for the last few weeks.
had in turn steadied him. sobered him,
ca1oled, fattered. browbeat and in
spired him, poured every ounce of his
own vigorous viii into the other $
vacillating temperament, found him
self undistanced, unable to approach
this quiet, selfcontained man by
whose side he trotted, and was dimly
aware that the change was inward as
well as outward. His last words OF
counsel and pleading Glove to his
! tongue as he gazed helplessly at his
! own handiwork. Perplexity wrote
! her beady sign across his forehead
He could only rasp out, as he helped
his friend mount the steps: mot a
drop, not drop, mind"
Understanding what the other would
do for him. Ripton wrung his fat
clammy hand and, as the train pulled
out, carefully replaced the gay hand
| kerchief with white one, its r fas
tidiously arranged to view.
Three days passed. Thursday Shelby
surreptitously hung around the sta
ton. Friday he met the trains openly
and took the bar-room crowd into his
confidence. Bet Bills full" they
sniggered. of the spirit of '61."
Martial sounds hurried him to the
main street. There they came-a bis
flag leading, another down the line
the beginning and the end of all Ne
mortal days. Two rode in front the
horse OF one refractorily impatient o
the bands big, booming drum; the
little girls. clad in white and bearing
wreathes; the local boys brigade; The
long line of carriages. noticeably few
er than last May, with their precious
sad remnants; the young men of thu
Spanish war; the bands; and, in thu
rear, as in the van, the flag who's
stars had been kept intact.
Shelby scanned the faces in the car
| riages. once i'm sndden hnne hncnmsI