The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1920-07-15

/ WIN AiAf HAFil hNbAAAI lihe-lhes UhA bAAfF
mother died. he began taking his
drinks between pay-days. Then he
took 10 going down to SequoIa on
Saturday nights and coming back on
the mad-train. the maddest OF the lot
! suppose he was lonely. too. lie
didn't get real bad. however. TIL
abont two years ago"
"Well. we have 10 get logs to the
mill, and we can't get them with old
John Barleycorn for a woOds-boss
| Moira. So were going to chonge
] wOods-bOsses. and the new woOds-boss
will not be drisen OF the job. because
I'm going to stay up here a couple OF
weeks and break him In myself. But
how do you manage 10 get money TO
/ clOthe y0urselfI Sinclair tells me
Mac needs every cent Of his two hun
dred and fifty dollars a month to enjoy
himself"
Il used 10 steal from him." the girl
admitted. 'Then | grew ashamed OF
that, ard for the past six months I've
been earning my own living. Mr.. Sin
clair was very kind. He gave me
job waiting on table In the camp din
Ing room. You see, had TO have
something here. couldn't leave my
father. He had 10 have somebody 10
take care of him. Don't you see. Mr..
BryceT"
"Slnclair Is n fuzzy old fool" Bryce
declared with emphasis "The idea Of
our woodsb boss's daughter singing
hash to lunlberJacks. Poor Molra!"
He took one Of her hands in his
noting the callous spots cr the plump
palm, the thick finger joints that hint
ed so OF toll the nails that had never
been mnnlcured save by Moirn herself
''Do you remember when / was a boy.
Moira, how | used to come up to the
logging-camps to hunt and fish? / nj.
ways lived with the McTnvishes then.
And In September. when the buckle.
berries were ripe. we used TO 20 out
and pick them together Poor Molrn
Why, we're old pals. and I'll be shot
II I'm going TO see you suffer. Listen,
Moira. I'm going to fire your father,
ms I've said, because he's working for
old j. Is. now, not the Cardigan Red.
wood Lumber company. / really ought
10 pension him after his long years In
the Cardigan service, but I'll be
hanged II we can afford pensions any
more-partIcularly to keep man In
booze; so the best our old woods-boss
gets from me Is this shanty. or another
like II when we move To new cuttings.
and perpetual meal-ticket for our
camp dining room while the Cardi-
gans remain In business. I'd finance
him for . trip to some state lnstltu-
tlon where they sometimes reclaim
such wreckage. n didn't think he's
too old dog to be taught new tricks"
perhaps" she suggested sadly.
"you had better talk the matter over
with him"
"No, I'd rather not. I'm fond OF your
fnthcr. Molrn. lie was man when
| saw him last-such man as these
woods VIII never see ngnin-and /
don't want 10 see him again until he's
cold sober. I'll write him letter A.
for you, MORN, you're fired. too. I'll
not have you waiting on table IN my
losging-camp-nOt by y jugful You're
TO come down 10 Sequola and 20 To
work In our Office We can use you on
the books, helping Sinclair, and re-
lleye him of the task of billing. check
ing tallies, ana looking after the pay
roll. I'll pay you hundred dollars
Il month, MORA. Can you get along
on thntI"
Her hard hand closed over his
tightly, but she did not speak.
"All right. MORA. It's 90, then.
There. there, girl, don't cry. We
Cardlgans had twenty-five years of
faithful service from Donald McTav-
lsh before he commenced slipping;
after all, we owe him something,
think"
She drew his hand suddenly 10 her
lips and kissed f.; her hot tears Of
JOY fell on II, but her heart was too
fun for mere words.
'Fidde-de-dee, MORA Buck up."
he protested. hugely pleased, but em-
barrussed vithal. "rhe way you take
this. one would think you had expect.
ed me 10 20 back on an old pal and
had been pleasantly surprised when |
didn't. Cheer up, Moira I'll tell you
what I'll do. I'll advance You two
months salary for--well, younl need |
a lot Of clothes ana things In SequoIa
that you don't need here. And I'm |
glad I've managed 10 settle the Me- |
lavish hash without kicking mp n row
nnd hurting your feelings Poor old |
Mac! I'm sorry can't hear with him.
hut we simply have TO have the logs,
YOU know"
He rose. stopped, and pinched her
ear; for had he not known her since
and had they not gathered
huckleberrieS together I'm the long
ngoI She was sister 10 hlm-just an
other one ~ his problems-and moth.
ing more. Report on the job as soon
ms possible, MoIra." he called 10 her
from the gate.