The Arizona copper camp., 1919-04-19
''In bed?" I asked.

oned, doWn-east hell, burnin' with fra
an brimStun, that he'd had the agency
FOR an had recommended to every sin
ner in the neighborhood. He was set.
tin in his room. God o. Isr'eli You
orto "a seen the motienS he made With
his hands an the wag he tried td
speak when / went in there, but all
could hear was jest a long yell an
kind of rattle in his throat. Heavens
an airth how desperit he tried I'd
spit out the thing that was gnawinl
his vitals. Ag'in an ag'in he'd try to
tell me. Lord God! how he did work IL
"All to once it come acrost me what
he wanted-quick as ye could say scat.
He wanted to have Kate's headstun
took down an put away-that's what
he wanted. The stun was kind o. lay
In on his stu1nmick an painin' Of him
day an night. He couldn't stan it;
He knew that he was goin' to die purity
soon an that Kate would come here
an see 1t an that everybody would
see her standin' here by her own grave,
an 1t worried him. 1t was kind o. like
fire in his belly.
II guess, too, he couldn't bear the
idee of layin' down fer his las sleep
beside that hell hole he'd dug fer Kate
mo, sirl
''Wal, ye know, mister, jes' shook
my head an never let on that knew
what he meant an let him wiggle an
twist like worm on hot griddle, an
4.oTI Sksl 1. ELI ~ fVn
swoon.
"Damn himl it don't give him no
rest. He tries to tell everybody he
sees-that's what they say. He bell
lers day an night an If you go down
there he'll beller to you an you'll know
what it's about, but the others don't.
"You an me are the only ones that
knows the secret, guess. Some day.
fore he dies, I'm goin' to take up that
headstun an hide it, but he'll never
know it's done-no, sir-not It'll he
gifts to the Judgment seat, anyway"
The old man rose and Strengthened
himself and blew out his breath and
brushed his hands upon his trousers
by way Of stepping down into this
world again out of the close and dusty
loft of his memory. But called him
back.
"What has become Of EnochT ]
asked.
"Wal, sir, Enoch started off West
bout three year ago an we amt heard
a word from him since that day-nary
word, mister. suppose we will some
time. He grew into a good man, but
there was kind of a queer streak in
the blood, as ye might say, on both
sides kind o.. We've wrote letters out
to Wisconsin, where he was p'intin'
for, an to places on the way, but we
can't git no news bout him. Mebbe
he was killed by the Injuns."
We walked out of the graveyard to-
gether in silence.
could see a glimmer of a light in
the thicket of pines down the valley.
unhitched and mounted my horse.
stake the first turn to the right"
said the old man aa he picked up his
scythe.
"Pm very much obliged to you," I
said.
mo ye amt, nuther," he answered
Leastways there ain't no reason why
ye should be-"
My horse, impatient as ever to find
the end Of the road, hurried me along
and in moment or two we were down
under the pine grove that surrounded
the house of old Squire Fullerton-a
big, stone house with a graveled road
around it. A great black dog came
barking and growing at me from the
front porch. rode around the house
and he followed. Beyond the windows
could see the CLEAN Of candlelight
and moving figures. A man came out
of the back door as I neared it.
"Who's there?" he demanded.
''My name is Barton Baynes from
st. Lawrence county. Kate Fullerton
is my friend and / wish to see her."
"Come up to the steps, sor. Don't
git off yer horse-'til I've chained the
dog. Katell be out in a minute"
He chained the dog to the hitching
post and as he did so a loud, long,
wailing cry broke the silence of the
house. 1t put me in mind of the COM
plant of the damned which I remem-
bered hearing the minister describe
years before at the little schoolhouse
in Lickitysplit. How it narrowed me
The man went into the house. Soon
he came out of the door with a lighted
candle in his hand, a woman following,
How vividly remember the little MUIR
mur of delight that came from her liDs
when he held the candle so that its
light fell upon my face! 1 jumped of
my horse and gave the Feins to the
man and put my arms around the poor
woman, whom I loved for her sorrows
and for my debt to her, and rained
kisses upon her withered cheek. oh
God what a moment it was for both
Of usl
The way she held me to her breast
and patted my shoulder and said ''my
boy PIN a low, faint, treble voice 50
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