The Red Cloud chief., 1921-06-16
CoPY9ToHT 1910
IRVING BachElLEp
CHAPTER NINE-Continued.

81 amt eggzacrly used to this kind
Of a job, but If you'll look out o. the
winder, I'll have 1t chopped an split
~ corded In a minute" said Mr..
b~lenklnsop.
He got along very well with his
task. When they began eating he re-
marked, "Tve been lookln' mt that pic
tur' of a girl with n baby In her arms.
Brings the water to my eyes. it's kind
o. lifellke and nat'ral. It's an A
number one ~pictur'--no mistake"
He pointed at n large painting or
the wall.
"It's Pauline!" said the Shepherd.
Sure she's n o the saints o.
God" the widow exclaimed. "She's
started q school for the children o.
them Eytallans an Poles. She's tryin'
to make 'em good Americans"
"Tll never forget that night" Mr..
Blenklnsop remarked
"1f we don't forgit 1t, I'll never mend
another hole In yer pants" the widow
answered.
"Tve never blabbed a word about
It 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
Poles and Italians, but I have her here
with me always" the Shepherd re.
marked. "I'm glad when the morn
inv rArnao on that ,,p .D~ r..
again"
God bless the child! We was
sorry TO lose her but we have the
pic1ur' and the look o. her with the
love o. God In her face" said the
Widow Moran.
"NOw 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 a man an n pipe In the house.
No, you can't help me with the
dishes, and l wouldn't have you pot
terins around me II you could. Heav-
ems, no A man In the kitchen Is worse
than a hole in yer p%ctticoat-"
4, So Mr.. B~lenkinsop 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 a hand
some man. but there was something
in his face today that had been abb
sent for 80 long that II was a new
ma that sat at the table Of the Widow
Moran, a mar whom happiness and the
feeling that lie had really got back his
Old Self had transformed.
This Is the top notch an no mis-
take he remarked as he lighted his
pipe. "B~lenkinsop 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 a seri-
u look In his grny eyes.
1T kind O. reminds me o. the time
when l used to hang up my stockin'
an look for the reindeer tracks In
the snow on Christmas mornln'," he
went on. "Slnce then. my OIL socks
have been full o. pain an trouble
every Christmas"
Those ! knit for ye left here full
of good Wishes said the Shepherd.
"Say, when I put 'em on this morn
In with the billed shirt an the suit
that Mr.. Bing sent me, my Old Self
came ar asked me where | was goin'
and when l said ! was goin' to spen'
Christmas With q respectable family,
ha Gui1 81 unuNaa TIL un NTH ya ca
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 tho 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 ~ | couldn't sleep. II
was a kind Of Seltland. told Judge
Croker about II and he said that that
was exactly what was going M In the
Town hall the other night at the pub
lie meeting"
"The folks are drunk-as drunk as
j was In Hazeimead last May" said
Mr.. BlenkinSOp They have been
drunk with gold and pleasure"
'The fruit Of the vine Of plenty"
said Judge Croker, who had just
come up the stairs. merry Christ
mas!" he exclaimed as he shook
hands. "Air. Blenkinsop. you look as
If you were enjoying yourself"
"An' why not when yer Self has
been away an just got backT"
"And you've killed the fatted
turkey" said the Judge, as he took
out his silver snuff box. zone by one
the prodigals are returning"
They heard footsteps on the stairs
and the merry voice of the Widow Mo-
ran. In q moment. Mr.. and Mrs Bing
stood In the doorway.
"Mr. and Mrs Blng, / want to make
you acquainted with my dear friend,
Robert Moran" said Judge Croker.
There were tears In the Shepherds
eyes as Mrs. Bling stopped and kissed
him. He looked up at the mill owner