Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1921-05-27
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IRVING BAcHELLER
CHAPTER NlNE-contlnued.

81 amt eggzacl'ly used to this kind
Of Job, but II you'll look out o. the
winder, III have 1t chopped an split
an corded in a minute" said Mr..
Blenklnsop.
He got along very well with his
task, When they began eating he re-
marked, i've been lookin' at that pic
tur' OF a girl with baby In her arms.
| Brings the water to my eyes. it's kind
o. lifellke and nat'ral. It's an A
number one plctur'-no mistake"
He pointed at a large painting on
the wall.
| Its Paullne" said the Shepherd.
Sure she's one o. the saints o.
Godl" the widow exclaimed. "She's
started school for the children o.
them Eytallans an Poles. She's tryln'
to make 'em good Americans"
'Tll never forget that night" Mr..
Bienklnsop remarked.
IF we don't forgit It, I'll never mend
another hole In yer pants" the widow
answered.
"rve never blabbed word about
1t to any one but Mr.. Singleton"
keep that In yer soul. man. It's
yer ticket to Paradise" said the
| widow.
"She goes every day to teach the
with me always" the Shepherd re-
marked. I'm glad when the morn
ing comes so that I can see her
again"
"God bless the child We was
sorry TO lose her but we have the
pictur' and the look o. her with the
love o. God In her face" said the
Widow Moran.
snow light yer pipe and take yer
| comfort, man." said the hospitable
widow, after the dishes were cleared
away. "Sure it's more like Christmas
to see man an pipe In the house.
No, you can't help me with the
dishes, and l wouldn't have you pot
tering around me IL you could. Heav-
ems, no A man in the kitchen is worse
than n hole in yer petticoat."
SO Mr.. BlenkinsOp sat with the
Shepherd while the widow went about
her work. With his rumpled hair,
clean-shaven face, long nose and
prominent ears, he was not hand
some man. but there was something
in his face today that had been alb
sent for so long that II was new
man that sat at the table Of the Widow
Moran, a man whom happiness and the
feeling that lie had really got back his
Old Self had transformed.
"Thls is the top notch an no mis-
take" he remarked as he lighted his
pipe. "Blenkinsop is happy. He feels
like his Old Self He has no fault
to find with anything or anybody"
Mr. Blenkinsop delivered this report
on the state of his feelings with seri-
Gus look in his gray eyes.
ut kind o. reminds me o. the time
when | used to hang up my stockin'
an look for the reindeer tracks In
the snow on Christmas mornin," he
went on. "Since then, my OF socks
have been full o. pain an trouble
every Christmas"
"Those | knit for We left here full
of good Wishes" said the Shepherd.
"Say, when put 'em on this morn
in with the billed shirt an the suit
that Mr.. Bling sent me, my Old Self
came an asked me where l was goln
and when l said ] was goin' TO spen
Christmas with respectable family,
he said, 4 guess I'll so with ye,' so
here we be-"
"The Old Selves of the village have
all been kicked out-of- doors" said The
Shepherd. "The other day you told
me about the trouble you had with
yours. That night, all the Old Selves
of Bingville got together down in the
garden and talked and talked about
their relatives so | couldn't sleep. II
was a kind of Selfland. ] told Judge
CrOOker about II and he said that that
was exactly what was going on In the
Town hall the other night at the pub
lie meeting"
"The folks are drunk-as drunk as
was In Hazelmead last May" said
Mr.. Blenkinsop. 'They have beer
drunk with gold and pleasure
"The fruit of the vine of plenty
said Judge Croker, who had JUS
come up the stairs. Merry Christ
masw he exclaimed as he shool
hands. "Nir. Blenklnsop, you look a
If you were enjoying Yourself
"An' why not when yer Self has
been away an just got backT'
"And you've killed the fatteC
turkey" said the judge, as he tool
out his silver SNUFF box. "One by on
the prodigals are returning
They heard footsteps on the stairs
and the merry voice of the Widow Mo
ran. In moment, Mr.. and MIS-. Binl
stood I'm the doorway.
mir. and Mrs. Bling, | want TO maxi
you acquainted with my dear friend
Robert Moran" said Judge Croker
There were tears in the Shepherd
eyes as Mrs. Bling stopped and kisse'
him. lie looked up at the mill owne