The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1918-03-01

in a rudcly constructed hut with a
mate. II lively genial young fellow
about his own age. They messed at
one of the big eating sheds, hut slept
In the ten-by-twelve shack with mar
row fireplace and some skins for bed
covering Ned Walters strove hard to
break through the reserve Of his mate
And at last he succeeded. Gradually
Edison became so that he longed for
and cherished the companionship. Ned
Walters told Of a wife and little child.
whom he had been forced to leave to
seek work where he could find it. He
Ind landed up against the hard servi-
tude of the logging camp. Once
month he sent to the nearest post Of
flee with the camp messenger his en-
tire salary, to be forwarded to the
loved ones at home. One day he sat
reading and rereadng letter he had
received from his wife. 1t seemed to
Cypress him greatly.
Bad news nsinuatcd Edison in
sympathetic inquiry
Pretty bad responded Walters.
You see, our few sticks OF furniture
were mortgaged, and they are bringing
the pressure OF collection to bear. l
can't send enough to run the house and
release the debt"
"Will that help?" asked Edison, hand
ing over his pay envelope.
Eyes, but"
Money is no use to me. | have no
home, no friends to send it to- MUIR
INJURED Edison in broken voice. you
are welcome 10 it, matc.n
1T viii be repaid, believe me thatl'
cried Walters, overcome with relief
and Joy.
one month later Edison Worth was
taken down With two-weekS' spell of
fever. Walters nursed him constantly.
When Edison recovered Walters in
formed him that a relative of.his wife
had come to the rescue Of the family
and had secured IN opening for work
for him back in his home city.
'You will receive back that money
you so generously loaned me just as
soon as | get my bearings promised
Walters.
1t was pretty lonesome for Edison
after this chance friend left him.
Then one day he made / discovery that
, unsettled him greatly. On a strip Of
paper lying under the bed he observed
penciled notations, his own name that
of the station he had deserted and the
name of Marie Duntley.
, Edison tried to figure out the mean
6 ing of this. The handwriting was that
: of Walters. Suddenly his mind was
!. illumined In his fevered delirium he
o had barred all the story Of the past,
O and Walters had it in mind to investi-
/ gate it when he returned to civiliza-
o ton. No matter what kindly motive
y might impel him there was danger OF
= his setting the emissaries Of the Law
. upon his track.
IN Cowardly fear oppressed the forlorl
N refugee. He decided to leave tn,
40 camp. The first sledge over to War
renton, the nearest post Edison as
ne passenger There was no train TO
al twenty-four hours. The little station
~ was free to all. He slept upon one OF
h. it's benches that night, got his break
fast outside and then sat down in the
is station again to wait for the train.
in Edison had dozed Only himself and
% the depot agent were in evidence. He
70 aroused at the sound of the ticking OF
ID the telegraph instrument. Then he
n sat bolt upright like one turned to
n stone, for the message came over the
wires:
g "At any expense learn at once if a
10 man calling himself Mark Lane is still
& at the logging camp" And the sender
m of the message-oh ! he could not mis-
n take that peculiar telegraph touch
is was Marie Duntley His senses reeled
ct he doubted the evidence of reason
70 What could 1t mean? She, his love
n the fond spirit of all his dreams way
rs up here at lands end and seeking
TO him Only love, loyal love, could bring
TO about this situation. Edison staggered
to the window of the little Office.
nv "That wre,' he spoke in an INSTEAD.
he tone-"from Bassville?"
I'd Eyes. What's the matter, friend?"
in 81 am the person inquired about
n Wire back that | will be at Bassvill'
mr. ON the next train"
X What was he rushing into? Upol
what vague menacng fate? What wa
liz " meet Nidllt, buiy Nluiit
And. joy and rapture and love in he
he radiant face, she greeted him twelv
ar. hours later.
he my poor dead my suffering, desc
as late lover she sobbed. "Your friend
ne Mr.. Walters. came to me, and | lief
as everything to bear to you the tidings o
DIS wonderful happiness"
IS 1.-THE wreck at the bridge"
"Not Merrivale bridge, on our line
lt- hut one hundred miles away. Yo
on slept at your post and misconstrue
of 1t all. Close your eyes and put you
lis face close to mine, heart of my hear
nv for whom | have pinned and pined an
of loved. and then a little prayer. a fen
Die vent word of gratitude. that the dar
no cloud of your life is lifted at last ~
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