Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1921-11-25

on. sits for five thousand dollars
and / don't suppose it's worth the pa
per 1t was wrote on. You take 1t and
II you find it's no good you lose 1t just
MS careful as you can. don't want
to see 1t again"
They had a happy half-hour at the
table, Mrs. Brlmstead being In better
spirits since her husband had got back
to his farming. Annabel, her form
filling with the grace and charm of
womanhood, was there and more
comedy than ever.
They had been speaking Of Jack
Kelso's death.
81 heard him say once that when
he saw beautiful young face 1t re-
minded him of noble singing and the
odor Of growing corn" said Samson.
ard rather see the face" Joe re-
marked, whereupon they all laughed
and the boy blushed to the roots of
his blond hair.
Hes become a man Of good judg-
ment," said Brimstead.
Annabels Sister Jane, who had
chung to the wagon in No Santa Claus
Land, was q bright-eyed, merry
hearted girl Of twelve. The boy Rob-
ert was shy, good-looking lad a little
older than Josiah.
tsWsn, what's the news" Samson
asRed.
'INothin' has happened since we
saw you but the fall Of Ell Dorado"
Brimstead answered.
"There was the robbery Of the mail
stage last summer few miles north
of here" said Mrs. Brimstead. every
smitch of the mail was stolen.
guess that's the reason we haven't had
no letter from Vermont In year."
maybe that's why we haven't
heard from home" Samson echoed.
"Why don't you leave Joe here
while you're gone to Chicago" Anna
bel asked.
1T would help his education t.
rassle around with Robert an the
girls" said Brimstead.
would you like to stay2" Samson
asked
| WOuAuu lllAlh1 0ulO oOoAOA WAO
on the lonely prairie, had had few
companions Of his own age.
So 1t happened that Samson wen
on alone. Near the sycamore wood
he came upon a gray-haired man lynn
by the roadside with a horse tetheret
near him. The stranger was sick witt
a fever. Samson got down from hi
horse.
"What can 1 do for your" he asked
"The will Of God" the strange
feebly answered. 81 prayed for he'll
and you have come. am Peter Cart
wright, the preacher. was so sic
and weak / had to get off my hors
and lie down. If you had not come
think that l should have died here"
Samson gave him come of the med
cine for chills and fever which he a
ways carried in his pocket, and waite
from his canteen.
as there any house where l coul
find help and shelter for your h
asked presently.
mo, but l feel better-glory (
Godl" said the preacher. "If you ca
help me to the back of my horse wi
@y to ride on with you. There is
be a quarterly meeting ten miles u
the road tonight. Nothing shall kee
me from my duty. may save doze
souls from ,hell-who knows2"
Samson was astonished at the irO
will and holy zeal of this iron-hearte
strong-armed, fighting preacher of tt
prairies of whom he had heard muc
He lifted him and set him on the BAG
. of his horse.
"God blessed you with grei
strength" said the latter. "Are you
Christian
+, IT am"
J, They rode on In silence. Present
Samson observed that the preach
was actually asleep and snoring
the saddle. They proceeded for 1
. hour or more in this manner. VIII,
. the horses were wallowing through
o swale the preacher aWoke.
7 "Glory be to Godl" he shouted.
3 am better. shall be able to prea
tonight A little farther on is t
), cabin of Brother Cawkins He h
o been terribly pecked up by a sti
/ necked, rebellious wife. Well st