Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1920-08-06


silent Sea Otter. He turned 10 Shir.
ley Sumner. I'm going to leave you
now" be said. "Thank you for rid.
Inc. over from Red Bluff with me. My
father never leaves the office until the
whistle blows. and so Tn going 70
hurry down to that Eide building you
see at the end of tie street and sur
prise him."
He stepped out on the running-
board, stood there moment. ahd ex-
tended his hand. Shirley had COM
menced due and formal expression
Of her gratitude for having been de-
livered safely in Sequoia, when George
Sea Otter spoke:
Here comes John Cardigan he
said.
Drive Miss Susnner ceound to Colo
mel Pennington's house." Bryce order
ed. and even while he held Shirley's
hand ne turned TO catch the first
glimpse of his father. Shirley follow
ed his glance and saw tall, power
fully built old man coming down the
street with his hands thrust a little
~ front of him. as If for protection
-fom some invisible assailant.
"Oh. my poor old father" she
heard Bryce Cardigan murmur. "Nly
dear old pail And I've let him grope
in the dark for two yearsp
He released her hand and leaned
from the car. ''Dadg' he called. ut
IS bryce. I've come home TO you
at last"
The slightly bent figure of John
/ Cardigan Strengthened with a jerk he
/ held out his arms. trembling with
| eagerness, and as the car continued
on to the Pennington house SHIRLEY
| looked back and saw Bryce folded IN
/ his fathers embrace. She did not,
however. hear the heart-cry wI;-l
which the beaten old man welcomed
! his boy.
sonny, sonny--oh, I'm so glad
you're back. pve missed you Bryce,
I'm whipped-rve lost your heritage
Oh sonl I'm old can't fght any
more. I'm blind can't see my enc
mics. I've lost your redwood trees
even your mothers Valley Of tie
Giants"
And he commenced to weep for the
THIRD lime in fifty years. And when
the aged and helpless weep, nothing
is more terrible. Bryce Cardigan said
no word. but held his father close
to his great heart and laid his CHEEK
gently against the old mans tenlefly
as woman might. And presently,
from that silent communion of spirit.
each drew stree 9Th and comfort As
the shadows fell in John Cardigan j
town, they went hoppe to The house on
the hill.
Shirley Summers eyes were must
when George Sea Otter, in ohed'en"e
to the instructions of his youthful
master. set her. tine French maid. and
their hand-baggage down on the sidc-
walk in front of Colonel Seth pen-
ningtOn's house. The half.breed hesi-
tated a moment. undecided whether lie
would carry the iiand-baggage mp TO
the door or leave that task for Il
Pennington retainer; then he MOTEL
the tearstains on tie cheeks Of his
fair passenger Instantly he TOOK up
| the hand-baggage. kicked open the
/ iron gate. and preceded Shirley up tie
| cement walk to the door.
"Just wait a moment, if you please.
George Shirley said as he set the
baggage down and started back for
the car. lie turned and beheld her
extracting five-dollar bin from her
purse. For you. George" she con-
tinued. THANK you SO much"
In all his life George Sea Otter had
never had such an expefience--he,
happily, having been raised in coun-
try where. with the exception of
walters. only a pronounced vagraEt
expects or accepts gratuity from a
woman. He took the bin and fingered
1t curiously; then his white blood as
serted itself and be handed the bill
back TO Shirley.
THANK you.v he said respectfully.
"lf you were man--all right. Bu.
from a lady-no. | am like my boss.
4 NoIk Tor you IOT HpitllgS
Shirley did not understand his re-
fusal; but her instructive tacs warned
her not to insist. She returned the
bill to her purse. thanked him again,
and turned quickly to hide the slight
flush Of annoyance George Sea Otter
noted it,
Lady, be said with great diSuity,
sat first cid not want TO carry your
baggage. | did not want to walk on
sthis land" And with sweeping ges.
ture he indicated the Pennington
4 grounds. "Then you cry little be-
cause my boss is feeling bad about his
old man. So like you better. The
old MAXWELL, heShas been like father
to me and my mothei-~and we are
Indians. My brother .oo--lhey work
for him. SO If you like my boss and
his old man. George Sea Otter would
go ~ hell for you pretty damn quick.
You bet your lifep'
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