The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1916-12-21

| could find" he explained as
he warmed himself ut O'Neil's stove.
Did you go to IIope?"
Il did, and | saw the ~spIavyus him
self"
"Gordon?'
Hes worse than we thought" Tom
tapped his shining forehead significant
ly. Loft to let..'
"What-insane?"
Nothing but echoes in his dome.
The towns as empty as his bonnet.
too, and the streets are full of snow.
It's n sight
Tell me about Mrs. Gordon"
shes quite IA person. said Slater
slowly. she surprised me. She's
there. alone with him and il Waterman.
She does all the work. even to Juggling
ii the wood and coal-he's too busy
to help, but she won't leave him. She
told me that Dan and Natalie wanted
her TO come owe here, but she couldn't
bring herself TO do it or let them assist
In any way. Gordon spends all his
time at his desk. promoting, writing
ads. and proSpcCtuseS, He's got il
grand scheme. He's found that Hope
Consolidated is full of rich ore. but
the trouble is in getting it out, SO he's
working on a new process of eXtrac-
ton. It's u wonderful process-you'd
never guess what it is. He smokes it
out! He says all he needs is plenty of
smoke. That bothered him until he hit
on the idea Of burning feathers. Now
he's planning TO raise ducks. because
they've got SO much down. Isn't that
the limit! She'll have TO fit him into a
padded cell sooner or later"
Poor devil" said O'Ncil. I'm sor-
ry. He had an unusual mind"
Slater shifted. Il think it's pretty
soft for hipl myself. He's made better
than a s~tandoff-he lost his memory,
but he saved his skin. It's funny how
some men can't fall. If they slip on
a banana peel somebody ShOves a
cushion under 'em before they light. |
neve got the best Of anything. If |
dropped asleep in church my wife
would divorce me and Ia 90 to the
tIettlN 1i"li' boldoil LUIS "piVN0
and orphans right Il left, then ends
up with a loving woman to take care
Of him In his old age. Why, if | even
robbed a blind puppy of a biscuit Ia
leave a thumb print on his ear or the
dogs mother would turn out to be IA
bloodhound Anyhow, Ia spend my
declining years nestled VI to a rock
pile with Il mallet in my mitt and a
low browed gentleman scowling at me
from the Top OF ii wall. lied lean on
MS shotgun ana say; hurry up rat
~ us Scl'lhS Ia'e' ana tHere d ION
OF oakuil 10 PICK II Just goes 10
NOW tlat some OF US are born oehihd
the game ana never ger even VINE
o'ic'H' ''Ne ''''1' Pui' "i'nei' ~
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i'a.'Ieu' N"'IaI
oNeii St"F'eu wa! never It
ISM the same hlhu Oh proloSIIloh a.
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a niue hl'''el vi YOUTH anu S""d '"'NT
mat COUNTS 'o"S"i''"''N III 'hc ma
rage business y" "oil"" "'u'o
nave an olu cliap IKE NE.
oiatef tooN a mourhlu' inventor! u
MS cnle' person theh sa'u u'up,iul.
~: lou migh' put II over Murray.
am str1ctiv hahuSolne hisse"' o"'
ald'
AS O'Neil slipped into his fur coat.
after the fat man had slouched out, he
.ausn' 'isA' VI ~ .oa
- a.,1,aa .ho oorouorn
"""'u a"u ~ ~. IT.,
coui'eiance tna' pee'eu ~
men SHOOK MS ie"u' ~ ga" 49,
hair was growing sfa'ei' 'na .S