The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1916-06-22
CHAPTER xxII-Continued.

And then he drew out the other let
ter and the curl In his lip Strengthened
out to line of sweetness and the
light in his eyes turned to fiery, blind
alteration The letter had been sent
ito him, sealed, by ]. Y, who had ac-
,companied it with a note. The letter
began, ITO my boy at Thirty" and
signed, with undying love, your
friend and Mother" In life he could
not remember his mother, but he saw
her now in three pages of laboring
words traced by dying hand. In her.
self, dying at thirty, she had seen her
boy revealed. She had had no
'strength-no time-left for slow ap-
proaches. With the first words Of her
letter she laid cooling hand on his
burning soul. She spoke the all-seeing
wisdom of death. She held him close
to her heart and fed him with her life's
blood. All that she had been, all that
she had learned, all that she foresaw,
was crowded into those three pages.
They were brittle with age, the Ink
yellow and faded In words that no
eyes but his and hers had ever seen.
They gripped his soul and held 1t
steady. Without this letter he would
have torn up the other. But the other
had come as complement and he kept
it because it helped him to see himself.
As Alan weakened the bridge ap-
preached completion. Batches Of men,
as special work was finished, We're
dispatched to the coast. With each
batch McDougal strove to send his
master, but Alan was too weak to go,
though he did not say so. He had
realized it with terror and then with
calm. mo, McDougal, not this time"
he would say, and finally, II think /
might just as well stay on till they
send up to take over. It's unprofes-
sional to chuck 1t before. 1t won't be
long now" And McDougal had cursed
low, rolling oaths and taken it out on
the men.
Alan seemed to have become child
fish in his weakness. He spent what
strength he had left in cutting words
into a board ripped from kerosene
box. When he had finished he called
McDougal and showed him his handi-
work. "McDougal," he said, IF any
thing should happen to keep me here
permanently just cut these words into
some big rock and lay me under 1t.
Be careful you get them just so. The
French are mighty particular about the
way we use their lingo, and while 1t
wasn't Frenchman that wrote this
bit, guess he'd be just as particular"
"Aweel, sir" said McDougal. sitting
his rage within him. "I'll do as you
wish.' He took the board and looked
at it, The words meant nothing to
him but the scene meant much. He
went out and concluded his agreement
with twelve quiet, lowering men gath
cred from the countryside. They were
pioneers without knowing 1t. They
and their fathers and their fathers
fathers had held these far depths OF
the world against wild beasts and
drought and food since, centuries ago,
the Jesuits swept through the subcon-
tinent and left a trail Of settlers be-
hind them. They were proud, narrow,
independent They were uninventive,
unima ginative. No man among them
had ever thought to lie. They did not
steal, though they were robbed when
ever they invaded civilization with
their wares.
From them McDougal had learned
that due east, halfway to the sea, was
a place called Lieber's and that this
Lieber was known as the Americana
and had fame as a curador of fevers.
Four men could carry sick man to
Lieber's in hammock in four days.
Twelve men could do 1t In two. and
quicker than that a hundred men could
not go. For the price Of three steers
each-two-year-olds-they would I'M