The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1916-04-08
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consultation was all they required and
Alan was pleased to find as he left
their offices that he still had plenty
OF time to catch the early train back to
Red Hill. There were only two after
noon trains for that difficult goal.
AS he strolled up the avenue he was
arrested by the sight Of tall figure
standing on the curb watching the
swirl of the traffic. The figure was
dressed in heavy whipcord suit and
q Stetson hat, uncompromisngly
domed in the very form in which it
! had been blocked by the makers. A
street gamin yelled, Hi! fellers. look
what's got away from Buffalo Bill"
Kemp gazed sad-eyed but unmoved
over his dropping mustachcs. doubt
less mourning the passing Of the shoot
ing iron and the consequent unanswer-
, able affronts Of fostered civilization.
Alan elbowed his way across the
stream of pedestrians and clutched him
by the arm. Kemp whirled around as
If to meet attack, but smiled when he
saw Alan's face. II was jest calcu-
latin on roundin' you up" he drawled.
"Where did you come from? Where
are you off to?" cried Alan, and without
waiting for an answer he hailed cab,
hustled Kemp into it and ordered it
to his club. He forgot his early train.
| In the club lobby Kemp surrendered
his hat reluctantly to the ready attend
amt and followed Alan across soft car
pets to n quiet corner where two enor-
lmous chairs seemed to be making con-
|fidences to each other. One could
Imagine them aggrieved Mt being inter-
'rupted and sat upon.
"Well, Kemp" said Alan, "I'm glad
to see you. What's yours?'
frye nd chaser" said Kemp.
"Same for me, waiter" ordered
Alan. "Now, Kemp, tell me all about
| It,"
II just bowed in from Lieber's, MIR.
| Wayne, and Pm headed west"
Flows Lieber and where's Gerry?
Did Licber get my cablc?"
Kemp looked sadly out through the
window. "Liebers dead"
dead? Lieber dead?''
Kemp nodded. Il found him with
everything fixed for kickin' the bucket.
He knew what was the matter, but he
didn't tell me what it was. Said it
had been comm on him for some while
AN tibet the want no hep for it. But
he got your cable, Mr.. Wayne. and he
wanted should tell you that what you
1 ,f1n nS,,k %oI
want nothin tibet could hep him
through the way that cable did He
said 1t was the passpo't he'd been
,waitin' for an tibet you want to think
it come too late. because he reckOnel
he was goin' to use it. Said it kinder
cleared his trail for him. Them was
all the things he said should tell
you"
Kemp stopped talking and downcd
ibis drink. Alan sat silent and thought
full. Licber was gone and made n gap
PIN his life that he never knew had been
filled. He wanted to know more. ue
turned to Kemp. "Well?"
"You remember the joa tree at Lie
ber's. Mr.. Wayne? One o. the lone
soonest trees on cartn. l reckon. except
when the Booganvillcr comes out an
then It's a happy mountain o. red and
purple that kind O. lights up the hull
desert"
| Alan nodded.
"Well, then, you remember the big
howldcr Of graywacke under the tree
That's Licbcr's hpadstone. He had a
mason up from the coast ana he made
us carry him out under the tree to
watch the man work. He give him a
model cut into bon'd to copy Pm
I'm some reader. but them words beat
me every time. corralcd 'em on a
bit o. paper. though, an here they be-"
Kemp drew slip of paper from the
same old wallet that housed 1.-THE
Purple City" He handed it to Alan.
"Wish you'd put me on" he said. "All
know is it amt American an 1t
amt Mex"
The words on the slip looked ms II
they had been printed by a child with
painstakinS care. Alan stared as he
saw them. "Qui de nous ma pas Gu
sa tcrrc promise. son jour d'eXtusr, ct
sa fin en- cxil?' he read slowly to him
SELF and then. with his eyes far away.
translated for Kemp. "'Who OF us has
not had his promised land. his day Of
ecstasy and his end in cxilcy"
Kemp nodded and held out his hand
for the slip of paper. He put IT back
in his wallet and said, II suppose the
Teller tibet wrote that was thinkin'
mostly OF mans mind. but when 1t
comes to facts them words don't fit
lLicber. He got more exile than was
comm to him: it ct up the ecstasy an
mprc OF the promised land. But I
dom know. Thcys lots OF folks that
needs to worry more'n Licber over
crOssin' the divide" y
They sat thoughtful for some time
and then Alan remembered Red Hill
"Wherc are you staying, Kemp?"
castor house."
Alan looked at his watch. "Come
on" he said. "We've got to hustle.
We've just got time to rush down and
get your bag"
/ "What for?' drawled Kemp.
II was bound for our place out in
the country when found you. We've
got Just forty minutes to catch the
train. You're coming with me-"
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