Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1921-12-08
Sinking and choked WIN sobs.

y Shaking and choked With sobs.
suffered. There was wonderful and
touching dignity in her voice and
manner when she. asked: ''lVhy didn't
! he write to meg
HE must have written to you.'' ~
Sadly, calmly, .thoughtfully. she
spoke as she stood looking OFF at the
4 failing glow In the west:
ut is<terrible how things can work
! together to break the heart and will
of a woman. Write to Harry and tell
him that he must not come to see me
again. have promised to marry an
other man. Il
II hope it isn't Davis" said Samson.
ut is Davis"
II don't likeshim. / don't think he's
I honest" 81
But he has heen wonderfully kind
toHus. Without his help we couldn't
have lived. We couldn't even have
{ given my father a decent burial"
HAS he been out here to see you1"
], "No." Il,
"And he won't come. That man
knows how to keep out Of danger. I
don't believe your marry him. ~
"Why?" 335
Because intend to be a father to
you and pay all your debts said
Samson.
The doctor called from the door Of
the cabin. <,
BIN said: "God bless you and
Harry!'' as she. turned away to take
up her task again.
That night both Of them began, as
& they say, to put two and two together.
5 While he rode on in the growing dusk
Z the keen intellect Of Samson saw q
convincing sequence sof circumstances
the theft of the mail sack, the false
account of Harry's death, the failure
Of his letters to reach their destfna-
ton, and the fact that BIN had ac-
cepted money from Davis in time Of
need. A strong suspicion Of foul play
grew upon him. and he began to con-
slider what he could do in the matter.
Having forded creek he caught
the glow Of a light IN the darkness,
i a little way up the road. It was the
lighted window Of a cabin, before
whose door he stopped his horse and
llallooed: e 81.
al am belated and hungry traveller
Il On my way TO Chicago" he said to
the man who presently greeted him
from the open doorway. TN
.Have you come through Honey
Creek settlements" the latter asked.
LEFT there about an hour ago.
''Sorry, mister: but can't let you
come into the house. II you'll move on
a few feet IN lay some grub on the
choppin' block an up the road about
a half-mile you'll find a barn with
some hay in It, where you and your
horse can spend the night under
cover Mt
Samson. moved away and soon the
man brought Il package Of food and
laid 1t on the block and ran back to
the door. 81 ss y 5.5.5'
''I'll lay a piece Of silver on the
block" Samson called. n
e Not q .darlled cent" the man an
swered. II hate like p'ison to turn q
Teller away In the night, but were
awfnl sskeered here with children In
the house. Good-by. You can't miss
the barn. It's close ag'in' the road
samson ate his luncheon IN the dark
B ness as he rode, and presently came
upon the barn and nnsaddleds and
hltched and fed his horse In one end
Of 1.-THE beast having drunk his all
ut the creek they had lately forded
and lay down TO rest for the night,
with the saddle blanket beneath him
and his coat for "a cover. A wind
from the north began to wall and
whistle through the cracks In the. barn
& and over Its roof, bringing cold wealth
er. Samson's feet and legs had been
wet tn the rfd Asihg, aso that he found
II difficult e keep se,lrni. He. crept
to the side or his horse, which had
laid down, and found d degree Of COM
4 fort In ther heat Of the animal. But
IT was q bad night d best. SIS; &. 1;
i've had many q long, hard night.
but this Is the worst 6f them. Sam
E son though. a & Il q 81
| There's many 4 bad night I'M the
history Of the pioneers q Ito shadows
/ falling on lonely, ill.marked roads,
cut shys riyers, creeks and marshes and
strung through s auInumbe red miles Of
Wild country. Samson was up IIahd
ofrsat daylight M 81 bitter wind and
8six inches Of, snow. III II war =: kinds az