Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1921-09-23

slave you heard from homer Abs
asked as they padded on.
mot a word" said Harry.
you're not expecting to meet BIN
Kelsof"
that's the best part of getting
home for me-" said Harry, turning
with a smile.
LET her drift for a minute said
Abe. 'Fve got a letter from James
Rutlecge that want to read to you.
There's q big lesson In 1t for both of
us-something to remember as long
as we live"
Abe read the letter. Harry sat mo
tionless. Slowly his head bent for
ward until his chin touched his breast.
Abe said with a tender note In his
voice as he folded the letter:
'sThis man u well along in life. He
hasn't youth to help him as you have.
See how he takes it and she's the only
child he has. There are millions Of
pretty girls In the world for you to
choose FROM"
II know 1t, but there's only one BIN
Kelso in the world" Harry answered
mOurnfully. 'She was the one ]
loved"
Eyes, but you'll find another. II
looks serious, but 1t isn't-yOu're so
young Hold up your head and keep
going. You'll be happy again soon"
Maybe, but I don't see how" said
the boy.
"There are lots Of things you can't
see from where you are at this present
moment There are good many miles
ahead o. you, IvreckOn. and one thing
you'll see plainly, by and by-that It's
all for the best. I've suffered lot my
self but can see now 1t has been
help to me. There isn't an hour of it I'd
be willing to give up"
They padded along in silence for a
time.
''It was my fault" said Harry pres
emily. Il never could say the half
wanted to when she was with me. My
tongue is too slow. She gave me a
chance and wasn't man enough to
take it. That's all Eve got to say on
that subject"
Some time afterward in letter to
his father the boy wrote:
II often think of that ride down the
river and the way he talked to me. It
was so gentle. He was a big, power
full giant Of man who weighed over
two hundred pounds, all of 1t bone and
muscle. But under his great strength
was a wOman's gentleness; under the
dirty, ragged clothes and the rough
brown skin grimy with dust and
perspiration, was one of the cleanesl
souls that ever came to this world.
don't mean that he was like a minis
ter. He could tell story with pretty
rough talk in It, but always for a pur
pose. He hated dirt on the hands OF
on the tongue. He loved flowers like
woman. He loved to look at the
stars at night and the colors Of thu
sunset and the morning dew on thG
meadows. never saw a man so mucl
In love with fun and beauty"
They reached Havana that evening
and sold their canoe to a man VIII,
kept boats to rent ON the river shore
They ate hot supper at the tavern
and got ride with farmer who wa
going ten miles in their direction
From his cabin some two hours late
they set out afoot In the darkness
"GOing home lis the end of all jour
neys." said Abe as they tramped along
did 1t ever occur to you that ever
live creature has its homer The fish o
the sea. the birds of the air, the beast
of the field and forest, the creepers 1
the grass, all go home. Most of ther
turn toward 1t when the day wane.
The call of home is the one voice hear
and respected all the way down tn
line Of life. And, We know, the mos
wonderful and mysterious thing in NJ
ture is the power that fool animal
have to go home through great dill
tances, like the turtle that swan frol
the Bay Of Biscay to his home Off Va
Dieman's Land. Somehow, coming owe
in ship, he had blazed trail throug
the painless deep more than ten thol
sand miles long. It's the one mirac,
l0us gift-the one call that's irresIs
ible. Don't you hear 1t now2 / neye
lie down in the darkness withol
thinking of home when am away"
"And It's hard to change your hon
when you're wonted to It." said Harr
Eyes, its little like dying when 20
pull up the roots and move. It's bee
hard on your folks"
This remark brought them up to Il
greatest of mysteries. They trampe
in silence for a moment Abe brol
IN upon 1t with these words:
81 reckon there must be anoth,
home somewhere to go to after v
have broke the last camp here, and
kind of birds compass to help
find 1t. reckon we'll hear the call
1t as we grow older"
He stopped and took OF his hat al
looked UP at the stars and added:
'If 1t isn't SO don't see why Il
long procession Of life keeps harpil
on this subject Of home. l think 8