The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1921-06-03
CHAPTER NINE-continued.


81 amt eggzacl'ly used to this kind
of job, but If you'll look out o. the
winder, I'll have 1t chopped an split
an corded in minute" said Mr..
Blenkinsop.
He got along very well with his
task. When they began eating he re-
marked. I've been lookin' at that pic
tur' of girl with baby in her arms.
Brings the water to my eyes. It's kind
o. lifelike and nat'ral. It's an A
number one pictur'-no mistake"
He pointed at a large painting on
the wall.
"Its Paulinei" said the Shepherd.
"Sure she's one o. the saints O.
Godw the widow exclaimed. "She's
started a school for the children O.
them Eytalians an Poles. She's tryin'
to make 'em good Americans"
"Tll never forget that night" MIR.
Bienkinsop remarked.
IF We don't forgit it, I'll never mend
another hole In yer pants" the widow
answered.
i've never blabbed 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 have her here
with me always" the Shepherd re-
marked I'm glad when the morn
ing comes so that l can see her
again."
"God bless the child We was
sorry 10 lose her but we have the
picrur' and the look o. her with the
love o. God in her face" said the
Widow Moran.
Nov 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 | wouldn't have you pot
tering around me if you could. Heav-
ems, no A man in the kitchen is worse
than a hole in yer petticoat."
SO Mr. Blenkinsop sat with the
Shepherd while the widow went about
her work. With his rumpled hair,
face, long nose and
prominent ears, he was not a hand
some man, but there was something
in his face today that had been alb
sent for so long that it was a new
man that sat at the table of the Widow
Moran. man 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. "BIenkinsop is happy. He feels |
like his Old Self. He has no fault |
10 find with anything or anybody"
Mr.. Blenkinsop delivered this report |
On the state OF his feelings with a seri-
ous 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
he SNOW on Christmas mornin'." he
vent on. ''Since then, my OIL socks
nave been full o. pain an trouble
Every Christmas"
1noSe knit Tor We left mere Iull
If good Wishes" said the Shepherd.
Say. when | put 'em on this morn
n with the billed shirt an the suit
hat Mr.. Bing sent me, my Old Self
anne an asked me where was goin'
md when / said / was goin' to spen'
Christmas with a respectable family,
lie said, 4 guess I'll go with ye,' so
lere we be-"
THE Old Selves of the village have
III been kicked out-of-doors," said the
Shepherd. 1.-The other day you told
ne about the trouble you had with
ours. That night. all the Old Selves
f Bingville got together down in the
arden and talked and talked about
heir relatives so / couldn't sleep. 1t
Fas kind of Selfiand. | told Judge
,rooker about it and he said that that
vas exactly what was going on in the
own hall the other night at the pub
e meeting"
1.-The folks are drunk-as drunk as
was in HazeImead last May" said
Ir. Blenkinsop. "Tney have been
IuDh Will SOiu anu picdoulC
The fruit of the vine of plenty"
aid Judge Croker, who had just
ONE up the stairs. ''Merry Christ
lasl" he exclaimed as he shook
ands. "Mr. Blenkinsop, you look as
you were enjoying yourself
"An' why not when yer Self has
cen away an just got backT"
"And you've killed the fatted
lrkey," said the judge, as he took
ut his silver snuff box. "One by one
he prodigals are returning"
They heard footsteps on the stairs
nd the merry voice of the Widow Mo
IN. In q moment, Mr.. and MIS-. Bling '
God in the doorway.
"Mr. and Mrs. Bling, ! want TO make
ou acquainted with my dear TREND,
ebert Moran" said Judge Croker.
There were tears in the Shepherds
res as Mrs. Bing stopped and kissed
m. He looked up at the mill owner
.