Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1921-10-28

"What's yer Manner
"Henry Brimstead," the strange
whispered.
"son of Elijah BrimsteadT
eyes, sir"
samson took his hand and shooK
1t warmly. "Well, I declared ne eA-
claimed. elijah Brimstead was
friend o my father"
"Who are your" Brimstead ASKED
"I'm one O. the Traylors O. Vergen-
mes"
my father used to buy cattle OF
Henry T~raylor."
"Henry was my father. Haven't
you let 'em know about your pau
luck?"
The man resumed his tone OF con-
fdence. "Say, I'll tell ye," he an
swered. "A man that's as big a 1901
as | am ought not to advertise IL
A brain that has treated its owner as
shameful as mine has treated me
should be compelled to do its own
thinkin' er die. I've invented some
things that may sell. I've been hop
in my luck would turn"
It'll turn when you turn 1t" Sam
son assured him
Rrimstead leaned close to Samson's
ear and said In a tone scarcely aud
ible:
my brother Robert has his W
idiot asylum It's a real handsome
n an he has made 1t pay, Dut l
wouldn't swap with him."
Samson smiled, remembering mat
Robert had a liquor store. Look here,
Henry Brimstead, we're hungry" he
said. IF We furnish the water, Wen
skirmish around for bread and give
We as good a dinner as We ever had
in yer life"
Henry took the horses to his barn
and watered and fed them. Then he
brought two pals Of water from the
spring. Meanwhile Samson started a
fire in a grove of small poplars by
the roadside and began broiling veni-
son, and Sarah got out the bread
board and the flour and the rOlling-pin
and the teapot. AS she waited for
the water she called the three strange
children to her side. The Oldest was
a girl of ten, with q face uncommonly
refined and attractive. In spite Of
her threadbare clothes, she had a
heat and clearly look and gentle man
ners. The youngest vas a boy of
four. They were a pathetic trio.
"Where's your motherT' Sarah
asked Of the t~en-yearold girl.
Dead. Died when my little brother
was born"
"Who takes care Of your"
Father and-God. Father says
God does most of it."
"Oh dear!" Sarah exclaimed, with
a look of pity.
They had a good dinner Of fresh
biscuits and honey and venison and
eggs and tea. While they we're eating
Samson told Brimstead of the land Of
plenty.
After dinner, while Brimstead was
bringing the team, one of his chill
dren, the blonde, pale, tattered little
girl of six, climbed into the wagon
seat and sat holding a small rag doll,
which Sarah had given her. When
they were ready to go she stubbornly
refused to get down.
"Tm goin' away" she said. I'm
goin' aw-a-ay off to find my mother.
1 don't like this place. There amt
no Santa Claus here. I'm goin' away"
She chung to the wagon sea- and
cried loudly when her father took
her down.
"Ain't that enough to break a mans
hearth" he said with a sorrowful look.
Then Samson turned to Brimstead
and asked:
Look here, Henry Brimstead, are
you a drinking man? Honor bright
now"
Never drink a thing but water and
tea"
do you know anybody who'll give
We anything for what you own here?"
There's a nan In the next town
who offered me three hundred and
fifty dollars for my interest"
"Come along with US and get the
money if you can. I'll help ye fit
up and go where ye can arm a liv-
ing."t
"rd like to, but my horse is lame
and 1 can't leave the children"
put 'em right in this wagon and
ONE on. If there's a livery in the
place. I'll send ye home"
So the children rode in the wagon
and Samson and Brimstead walked,
while Sarah drove the team to the
next village. There the good woman
bought new clothes for the whole
Brimstead family and Brimstead sold
his interest In the sand plains and
bought a good pair Of horses, with
harness and some cloth for a wagon
cover, and had fifty dollars in his
pocket and a new look In his face.
He put his children on the backs of
the horses and led them to his old
home, with a sack of provisions on
his shoulder. He was to take the
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