Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1915-04-02

homeward- bound Brock was passing
a drinking resort, boots and thS
sight OF a struggling figure attracted
his attention.
A ragged. wretched looking man
was battling of swarm Of rough tor
mentors. They had pinned card to
his coat with Kick mel" scrawled
upon it, had thrown the cap of the
poor fellow into a watering trough.
and had bundled him about until he
was half frantic, tearing his thin,
threadbare clothing and tripping him
over into the mud of the street.
In a flash Brock recognized him
as Limpy Ted, a half-witted fellow
whose father had been employed at
the plant, and had met with a fatal
accident in its service. The company
had given his widow a niggardly in
demnity. When 1t was used up she
son work. This they did, but Limpys
erratic spirit could not come under
the working system and they were
forced to discharge him. After that
Limpy hung around the works, the
butt OF the workmen. Some idle loi-
terers had been batting him just now.
You miserable scuml" shrieked the
frenzied Limpy. you don't know
what's coming, I'll get even with you
and the works, see II l DON'T"
shame on you, mem" cried Brock,
rushing forward and rescuing Limpy
back abashed. for they respected
Brock, who soothingly led Limpy away
from the scene and arranged his dis
ordered attire, bought him new cap
at the nearest store, and gave him q
little change.
His extreme kindness broke down
all the resentment in Limpy's nature
His mood had changed and he was
sobbing out his gratitude.
You're a good friend" he said
Il won't hurt you, If l do the rest"
Hurt nobody, Limpy." advised
Brock. "In day or two I'll try to ge'
you some work. Stay away from the
mill and forget all about YOU
wrongs"
You're a true friend, and I'll try,
pledged Limpy brokenly and wandered
away.
1t was two hours later when Brocl
and his parents were startled by |
vast rumbling Of the earth and I
frightfully decorating explosion.
What was that?" gasped Mrs. vii
ton in terror.
"Over in the direction of the oil
oil we'll" began her husband, Blu
Brock was out of the house and rush
ing excitedly in the direction ind
Gated before he could complete tn
sentence.
Less than three hundred yards O
, progress accomplished, Brock cam
across a forlorn, staggering figure.
was Limpy Ted. His face was CRIME
and one side of it was bleeding.
why, Limpyl" exclaimed Brock.
81 did it," croaked Limpy. "Yo
were good to me, so I got rid of tn
dynamite
What dynamite?" questioned tn
puzzled Brock.
That | stole from the powde
house. | was going to blow up tn
whole plant with it, But after you
kindness to me l was afraid / migl
hurt you. So l put temptation out {
the way by dropping the stuff dow
that old we'll. 1t went off and near
caught me"
"Hark," cried Brock.
A swishing, surging unfamill;
sound struck his hearing. He ra
forward to come in sight of the o
well. Straight up in the air full
eighty feet a great spreading spra
was shooting-Limpy Ted had "struC
oil" The dynamite had complete
the work of the drill, and the Wilton
were rich.
So rich that they provided for Linn
Ted comfortably for the rest of h
life. Richer than the Dares even, an
on a social basis now equal to that
e the woman he loved, Brock Wilton d
y not hesitate to ask Eva to become b
/ wife.