The herald., 1918-03-14
MOUNTAIN JOE
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BY LEON w. DEAN.
gNg9gNgASSGSg Sa64SE,
wright, 1871, by the McClu
per Syndicate.)

or n deer in season, Mountain House
Joe would see that you got it.
He was like any one of a hundred
other Adirondack guides-and differ
ent. Just where the likeness left Off
and the difference began ii was hard
to tell. Whatever the reason, Noun
tain House Joe was considered the
most popular guide in the mountains.
One night in the rugged dehles or
Indian pass he gave us the first rea!
peep beneath the crust. We were look
ing away over a score of darkenlnS
mountain peaks to where Whlte1ace
reared its lofty head, still strongly
etched against the northern sky.
How sings HOrace?-'mundi moles
operosa'-the tOil-wright mass of the
world! l wonder what the old Roman
would say if he could look upon a
sight such as this?"
1t was Lieutenant Golden who spoke
Joe, squatting on his heels by the
fire where he was preparing the eve
ming meal, turned his head abruptly.
eff he were modest he would say
that you had just given him credit for
what rightfully belongs to Ovid"
The temptation had proved too pro-
yoking and our cook of many merry
excursion had suddenly become a
scholar of the classics. But straight
way he was Mountain House Joe again
and no amount of urging on our part
could complete the metamOrphosls.
'What the deuce is the matter with
the fellow" whispered Charlie Os-
good after a series Of inglorious at
tempts to inveigle him into conversa'
ton.
Despairing at length of a story from
Joe, which we had come to anticipate
as a part of the regular evening pro-
gram. we turned back to the papers
which the ladies had brought with
them, now several days old.
1t was fall and the annual Yale
Harvard football battle was only few
weeks distant. The papers were full
of it.
We were a Harvard crowd and felt
free TO express our minds.
"ATl Brickley," said Dick Valentine,
turning the pages, "All Brickly and
Harvard"
1t was Mrs. Mabel who saved the
day. Mrs. Mabel was Dicks wife, but
that didn't happen to help Dick any
in this instance.
She laughed, and when Mrs. Mabel
laughs it is irresistible. swell, guess
we clean forgot that Cambridge wasn't
the center of the EARTH" she said.
"And it wasn't any farther back than
our own day when the Blue was treat
ing us as we are treating them. You
don't forget one Chase, do you, boysT'
'Forget Joe Chase? / reckon not.
No Harvard man of our time is likely
to do that. He beat us for two years
with a poor eleven behind him. No,
we aren't forgetting Joe Chase"
SWELL" continued Mrs. Mabel, Il
think Dell knows ever a little more
about Yale and Joe Chase than the
rest of US. How about it'll"
All eyes were turned inquiringly on
Dell.
ave were to have been married"
she said simply.
saw Mrs. Mabel color to the ear
tips.
Dell alone was undiSturbed.
"Father and mother had picked out
the man they wanted me to marry
and it wasn't Joe Chase. He had more
money and therefore more social
| standing than Joe. Father did the
only underhand thing 1 have ever
known him to do in his life and sorely
has he repented. He told Joe he
wasn't in our class. Joe had often
tried to tell me the same thing, but
wouldn't listen to him. He was proud
and dad must have used plain Ian
guage. Before could stop him he had
gone. You have seen Joe hit the line
when ten yards were needed for @
first down and you know 1t wasn't his
way to turn back. He meant to leave
me free and he has, for we have never
heard of him from the day he walked
out of dads Office five years ago. Any
way, didn't marry the family's choice
they couldn't force me into that
and / only wish Joe knew that m!
heart had been as strong as his an(
that there was never any other bu
himself"
The silence that followed DELI!
words sets me to fidgeting even ye
when / think of 1t. No one seemed
able to say anything. Charlie Os
good attempted to cough; then seemed
Mortified at what he had done.
Dick tried valiantly to find rally
ing point from which gently to move
our demoralized forces, for 1t was cleal
that any sudden change of front nigh
startle Dell into regretting her con
fession.
"Well," he said, "I1l wager ever
money, ten to ten, that Harvard win.
two weeks from Saturday"
A tall lean figure stalked into tn,
firelit circle.
We looked up In surprise. 1t wa!
Mountain House Joe, the guide.
''I'll cover that bet" he said quietly
Dell had half risen to her feet.
when / saw that look In her eyes,
said Charlie Osgood, telling of it af
terward, II thought my scalp wa
called for sure. Then that big lank.