Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1915-05-26

W. WAS VI AAAOhSs WAY IL
minister of the gospel SHOULD snatch
one out of heaven ana restore him TIC
the sinful earth so udeiy, but that is
precisely what happened. Seeing MIR.
Presbrey just then was like taking a
sudden, unexpected plunge into lev wa
ter. Beautiful. warm visits of delight
faded away, and in their place stretched
all the ugly. unkind scene he had man
aged to forget in his new environment.
Once more came into active reality the
bitter. depressing chill he had shaken
off for the men Mr.. ~Presbrey's
friendly, spiritual smile at once sug-
ges,ed 100 bitter wrongs and heart.
aches; disillusionins realities, cruel
charges and spiteful i~nnuendoes. 1t re-
NlNed all the mental anguish of the past
fortnight. to say nothing of the indig-
mites that had been spread out over
the whole of his life With the Blagdens.
The world turned black and harsh for
him in the flash OF AN eye. Across his
horizon lay the shadows of Chetwynd
and his mother. with the less sinister
shape of his uncle behind them.
Mr.. Presbrey accosted him. hating
AS the Young man came up. He plant
ed the ferule of his gold headed ebony
cane firmly in a crack in the brick
sidewalk, and said:
All. YOU will be late for luncheon. my
dear friend He glanced at his watch.
Its half after one.
1t occurred to Eric. and not for the
first time. that Mr.. Presbrey seldom
missed the opportunity to censure him,
even though he meant to be kindly and
c~onsiderate.
Yes. MIR. Presbrey." he said quietly.
II am afraid so. must be hurryine
along
"You shouldn't keep your ailnt wait
ing. said MIR. Presbrey genially, lift
ing his cane high enough to poke it at
the vo@th in playful reproof.
Nchetwynd, who now and then ut
tered something pointedly original. once
remarked that Mr.. Presbrey carried a
cane so that occasionally he could be
in touch witt, the earth.)
Eric hurried on. He looked back once,
with a frown on his face. taking in Mr..
Presbrey's stiff back as hat gentleman
moved off up the street. Mr.. Presbrey
looked pack in the same instant.
Hes always looking to see If I'm
in the narrow path" thought Eric, ram
cor in his soul.
He and Mary spent the greater part
of the sultry afternoon on Stone Wall.
where she dawdled over Il novel while
he tried to n his mind on one
or two studies that had been haunt
ing him since the spring examinations.
But his thoughts were of, other things,
both harsh and pleasant. Thoughts,
delicious thoughts. of Joan were upper
Most i'm his mind. Then, there was the
cruel disappointment in connection with
he prize. of Which Mary was in ig-
norance She a not seer his draw
ing. He had not told her of C~hetwynd's
foul trick. He could not, in justice to
himself. relate the story of his amazing
interview with their uncle, nor would
his tender heart allow him to repeat the
unkind news he had obtained through
joan. He secretly was debating in his
mind the wisdom of revealing Joan's
rosy plans for the coming school year.
Persistent reminders of Adam Carr's
strange words and his even more mys-
FERROUS attitude also forced their way
through the labyrinth of thoughts that
confused and distressed him.
At last. in Il burst of confidence
perhaps i. was pity he felt for the
sweet faced girl who sat beyond him all
unconscious of the fact that he watched
Joan's plan. but ~emphatically enjoined
silence ON her part for the time being.
MARY was i'm ecstasies. She forgot her
book and her troubles. and he laid aside
ms own affairs while they discussed
hopes. possibilities and obstacles.
Toward evening they strolled home
ward. both wrapped In the cloak of OPP
timism that lies on the shoulders of
youth. Arriving at the upper gate to
the Seaman's Home on Lords Point,
n paused to shed some of their eff
fulgent warmth on ancient Mr.. Carr.
- sAh'N "SAS ,IcoSSd
The old man was feeding the SOUR
refs: Il dozen of them scampered about
MS feet, or clambered over his person
in frank security. \. certain listlessness
marked the old mans movements The
sprightliness was gone from the win
killed.. nut brown face. He delivered the
peanuts in a dreary. disinterested way
and forgot his erstwhiie cheerful, cluck.
Hello called out Eric from the gate.
IN Old maa looked up. His face light
ed in an instant.
Come in he called out to them.
yourselves for the last week?" he de-
manded i%iascibly, as they approached
He scattered the nuts broadcast and
arose to welcome his visitors. The
cause of his depression was revealed:
he had missed these CHEEKY Young
sprites. and he had been lonely.
did you miss us, Uncle .Jabe? asked
Mary penitently.
You're a pair of derned ingrates."
announced Jabez sourly, belyinR the
JOY that shone i'm his sharp little eyes.
~ might aided right here n dozen
times G and you wouldn't a.
knowed anything about it-er cared"
"Hnt YOU didn't die" said Eric calm
~. Say. isn't that a new squirrel?
v never seen him before" pointing to
a shy. alert little fellow on the edge
of the group.
Third time he's been around, said
JabeZ. immensely gratified. II was
Wondering If you'd notice him"
Where's Mr.. ADAM" asked Eric
abruptly.
Amt YOU seen him? He went out
along Stone Wall a couple Of hours ago
iockin for you. Eric. He must "a missed
w were near Buds Rock all after
noon. What did he want?" There was
a trace Of excitement in Eric's voice.
You might as we'll ask me how fer
1t is to Jupiter" replied Jabez ~serenely.
Hes the derndest Teller l ever see