Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1921-08-25

Where did ye come frcmr n:
Orwell, Vermont"
whats yer namef
"Elenry Brimstead," the stranger
whispered.
"Son Of Elijah BrimsteadT'
YES, sir"
Samson took his hand and shook
it warmly. "Well. declare !" he ex-
claimed. "Elljah Brimstead was .
friend o. my father"
'Who are you?" Brimstead asked.
I'm one O. the Traylors O. Yergen-
nes."
my father used to buy cattle Of
Henry Traylor."
Henry was my father. Haven't
you let 'em know about your bad
lucky"
The man resumed his tone of con-
fidence. Say, TIL tell ye," he an
swered. "a man that's as big fool
as am ought not to advertise it.
A brain that has treated it's 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 it." Sam
son assured him.
Brimstead leaned close to Samson's
ear and said in q tone scarcely aud
:ble:
"aIy brother Robert has his own
idiot asylum. It's real handsome
one an he has made it pay, but l
wouldn't swap with him."
Samson smiled, remembering that
Robert had liquor store. Look here,
Henry Brimstead, we're hungry" he
said. IF ye furnish the water, we'll
sktrmish around for bread and give
We as good dinner as ye ever had
in yer life"
Henry took the horses to his barn
and watered and fed them. Then lie
brought two pals of water from the
spring. Meanwhile Samson started q
fire in grove of small poplars by
the roadside and began broiling veni-
son. and Sarah got out the bread
board and the flour and the roiling-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 a face uncommonly
refined and attractive. In spite Of
her threadbare clothes. she had q
neat and Clearly look and gentle man.
ners. The youngest was a boy Of
four. They were a pathetic trio.
where's your mother?" Sarah
asked of the ten-year-old girl.
Dead. Died when my little brother
was born"
"Who takes care Of you7"
Father and-God. Father says
God does most of it,
ooh dearw Sarah exclaimed, with
a look Of pity.
They had good dinner Of fresh
biscuits and honey and venison and
eggs and tea. While they were 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.
I'm g0in' away she said. I'm
goin' aw-a-ay off to find my mother.
don't like this place. There amt
no Santa Claus here. I'm goin' away"
She chung to the wagon seat and
cried loudly when her father took
her down.
Saint that enough to break mans
heart?" lie said with sorrowful look.
Then Samson turned to Brtmstead
and asked:
Look here, Henry Brimstead, are
you q drinking man? Honor bright
now"
Never drink thing but water and
tea"
do You know anybody who'll give
ye anything for what you own here?'
There's man 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 90 where ye can earn q liv-
Ing"
"rd like to. but my horse is lame
and can't leave the children"
"Put 'em right in this wagon and
come on. If there's a livery In the
| place. I'll send We home.''
Continued Next Week.