Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-04-16

sh Operation on my eyes, anu In all
probability my sight will be restored
for few years. However, I haven't
given the matter a great deal OF con.
sideration And I am about ready TO
quit now. I'd like to. In fact: I'm
tired"
ooh, but you can't quit until you've
seen your redwoods again." Bryce re
minded him. II suppose it's been a
long time since you've visited the
Valley Of the Giants; your long exile
from the wood-gobllns has made you a
trife gloomy. I'm afraid"
John Cardigan nodded. ~ haven't
seen them In year and half, Bryce
Last time | was up, slipped between
the logs on that old skid-road and
like to broke my old fool neck"
pal. It wasn't fair Of you to make
me stay away so long. II ! had only
known--if had remotely suspected
-"
you'd have spoiled everything--of
course. Don't scold me, son. You're
all | have now, and I couldn't bear to
send for you until you'd had your
fling" His trembling old hand crept
over and closed upon his boys hand,
so firm but free from signs Of toll
"It was my pleasure, Bryce" he con-
tinued, land you wouldn't deny me
my choice Of sport. would you? Re
member, lad. / never had boyhood;
never had college education, and
the only real travel have ever had
was when | worked my way around
Cape Horn as foremost hand, and
all | saw then was water and hard.
ships: all I've seen since Is my little
world here In Sequoia and In San
Francisco"
you've sacrificed enough--too much
for me, Dad"
"It pleased me to give you all the
advantages wanted and couldn't af.
ford until was too old and too busy
to consider them. Besides, II was
your mothers wish. And you have
enjoyed your little run, haven't your
he concluded wistfully.
IT have, Dad" Bryce's great hand
closed over the back of his fathers
neck he shook the old man with
mock ferocity. stubborn old lumber
Jack |" he chided.
ward chuckle. for the loving abuse his
boy had formed a habit Of heaping on
him never failed to thrill him. In.
stinctively Bryce had realized that
tonight obvious sympathy copiously
expressed was not the medicine for
his fathers bruised spirit; hence he
elected to regard the latter's blindness
as q mere temporary annoyance. some
thing to be considered lightly, II al
the shadows fell In John Cardlgan's
town. they went home to the house on
the hill.
Shirley Summers eyes were moist
when George Sea Otter. in obedience
to the Instructions of his youthful
master. set her, the French maid. and
their hand-baggage down on the side
walk In front OF Colonel Seth Pen.
nlngton's house. The half-breed hest.
tated moment, undecided whether he
would carry the hand-baggage up to
the door or leave that task for a
Pennington retainer; then he noted
the tearstains on the cheeks OF his
fair passenger. Instantly he took up
the hand-baggage, kicked open the
iron gate, and preceded Shirley up the
cement walk to the door.
NJuct unit a namanf ~ Won nlQa
George" Shirley said as he set the
baggage down and started back for
the car. He turned and beheld her
extracting a five-dollar bill 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 experience-he,
happily. having been raised In coun.
try where. with the exception of
walters, only pronounced vagrant
expects or accepts a gratulty from a
woman. He took the bill and fingered
It curiously; then his white blood as.
serted itself and he handed the bill
back to Shirley.
THANK YOU" he said respectfully.
"If you were man-all right. But
from a lady-no. ! am like my boss,
work for you for nothing"
Shirley did not understand his re-
fusal, but her instructive tact warned
her not to insist. She returned the
bin to her purse, thanked him again
and turned quickly to hide the slight
flush of annoyance. George Sea Otter
noted II.
Lady" he said with great dignity
"at first I did not want to carry your
baggage. an not want to walk or
this land" And with a swearing ges
ture he indicated the Pennington
grounds. "Then you cry a little be
cause my boss is feeling bad about his
old man. So like you better. The
old MAXWELL. he has been like father
to me and my mother-and we are
Indians. My brothers, too-they work
for him. SO II you like my boss ant
his old man, George Sea Otter woult
go to hell for you pretty damn quick
You bet your life"
You're a very good boy. George
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