The Arizona copper camp., 1919-03-01

! Went With Him While He Fed His
Chickens and Two Small Shotes.
the reading-an announcement which
caused me and the children to clap
our hands with Joy.
Mr.. Hacket thoughtfully repeated
the words from Job with a most i'm
pressive intonation.
He passed the letter back to me and
said:
"All truei have seen it sinking
into the bones O. the young and have
seen 1t lying down with the aged in
the dust O. their graves. 1t is a big
bookLthe one we are now opening.
God help us! It has more pages than
all the days O. your life. Just think
O. your body. A brave and tender
youth! 1t is like a sponge. How it
takes things in an holds 'em an feeds
upon 'em! A part o. every apple ye
eat sinks down into yer blood an
bones. Ye can't get it out. It's the
same way with the books We read an
the thoughts We enjoy. They go down
into yer bones an We can't get 'em out.
That's why I like to think O. Michael
Henry. His food is good thoughts and
his wine is laughter. I had a long
visit with M. FL. last night when ye
were all in bed. His face was a chunk
o. laughter. Oh, what a limb he isl
I wish I could tell ye all the good
things he said"
'"There comes Colonel Hand" said
Mrs. Hacket as she looked out of the
window. ''The poor lonely Whig! He
has nothing to do these days but sit
around the tavern
Colonel Hand was q surly-looking
man beyond middle age, with large
eyes that showed signs Of dissipation.
He had small, dark tuft beneath his
lower lip and thin, black, untidy hair.
"What do ye think has happened?"
he asked as he looked down upon US
with a majestic movement Of his hand.
"The son o. that old Bucktail, Ben
Grimshaw, has been arrested and
brought to jail for murder"
'Fer murder?" asked Mr.. and Mrs.
Hacket in one breath.
''For bloody murder, sir" the colonel
went on. SIT was the shooting of that
man in the town O. Ballybeen a few
weeks ago. Things have come to a
pretty pass in this country, I should
say. Talk about law and order; we
don't know what it means here and
why should we? The party in power
is avowedly opposed to it-yes, sir. 1t
has fattened upon bribery and corrup-
ton. Do you think that the son O.
Ben Grimshaw will receive punish
ment even if he is proved guilty? Not
at all. He will be protected-you mark
my words"
He bowed and left us. When the
door had closed behind him Mr.. Hacket
said:
"Another victim horned by the
Snapdragon If man were to be
slain by a bear back in the woods
Colonel Hand would look for guilt in
the opposition party. Michael Henry,
whatever the truth may be regarding
the poor boy in Jail, we are in no way
responsible. Away with sadness |!
What is that?"
Mr.. Hacket inclined his ear and then
added: michael Henry says that he
may be innocent and that we had bet
ter go and see if we can help him.
Now I hadn't thought o. that. Had
you, Mary?"
"No," the girl answered.
"We must be letting Mike go ahead
of us always" said her father 'You
saw the crime, 1 believe" turning to
me.
I told them all I knew Of it.
"Upon my word, I like you, my
brave lad" said the schoolmaster. 81
heard of all this and decided that you
would be help to Michael Henry and
creditable student. Come, let us
go and pay our compliments to the
senator"
The schoolmaster and I went over
to Mr.. Wright's house-a white, frame
building which had often been pointed
out to me.
Mrs. Wright, fine-looking lady who
met us at the door. said that the SEN
ator had gone over to the mill with his
wheelbarrOw.
"We've plenty of time and We'll wait
for him." said the schoolmaster.
81 see him!" said little John as he
end EsEltn raE -tG tGa gate and down