The Glenwood post., 1922-03-23

"Thsre Are All My Earthly Posses.
sions," He Said.
circuit and remained unopened In our
Office until my return six weeks later.
"A. Lincoln"
The day of his return he went to
Sarah and Samson with the letter.
"rll get horse and start for Chi
cago tomorrow morning." said Sam
son. "They have had a double blow.
Did you read that Harry had been
killed."
"Harry killed." Mr.. Lincoln ex-
claimed. "You don't mean to tell me
that Harry has been killedr'
"The Chicago Democrat says so,
but we don't believe It," said Samson.
Here's the article. Read it and then
I'll tell you why don't think it's So"
Abe Lincoln read the article.
"You see it was dated In Tampa,
November the fifth" said Samson.
"Before we had read that article we
had received letter from Harry
dated November the seventh. In the
letter he says he is all right and l
calculate that he ought to know az
much about 1t as anyone"
THANK God! Then it's mistake" !"
said Lincoln. eve can't afford to lose
Harry. feel rather poor with Jack
Kelso gone. 1t will comfort me to do
what can for his wife and daughter.
I'll give you every dollar I can spare
to take to them"
Samson hired horses for the jour
ney and set out early next morning
with his son, Josiah, bound for the
new city. The boy had begged to go
and both Samson and Sarah thought
1t would be good for him to take bet
ter look at Illinois than his geography
afforded.
Joe and his father set out on cold
clear morning in February. They got
to Brimsteads in time for dinner
Henry put his hand on Samson's
pommel and said in confident tone ::
"El Dorado was one Of the wickedest
cities in history. 1t was like Tyre and
Babylon. 1t robbed me. Look at that
pile of stakes"
Samson saw long cord Of stakes
along the road in the edge of the
meadow.
"They are the teeth Of my city,"
said Brimstead in low voice. I've
drawed 'em out. They amt goin' to
bite me no more"
"They are the towers and steeples
Of Ell Dorado" Samson laughed Have
any of the notes been paid?"
mot one and I can't get word
from my broker about the men who
drew the notes-who they are or
where they are"
"rm going to Chicago and II you
wish TIL try to find him and see what
he says"
"That's Just what WISH" said
Brimstead. "His name is Lionel Da-
Wis. His address is IA South Water
street. I sold him all the land had
on the river shore and he gave me his
note for it,
"If you'll let me take the note III
see what can be done to get the
money" Samson answered.
"Say. I'll tell ye," Brimstead went
on. "It's for five thousand dollars
and don't suppose it's worth the pa
per 1t was wrote on. You take it and
If you find it's no good you lose it just
as careful as you can. l don't want
to see 1t again"
They had happy half-hour at the
table, Mrs. Brimstead 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
comely than ever.
They had been speaking of Jack
Kelse's death.
II heard him say ence that when
he saw 4 beautiful young face 1t re-
minded him Of noble singing and the
odor Of growing corn" said Samson.
"Td rather see the face" Joe re-
marked, whereupon they all laughed
and the boy blushed to the roots Of
his blond hair.
"He's become man Of good judg-
ment," said Brimstead.
Annabel's sister Jane. who had
clung to the wagon In No Santa Claus
Land. was u bright-eyed. merry.
hearted girl Of twelve. The boy Rob-
ert was shy, good-looking lad a little
older than Josiah.
well. what's the newsr Samson
asked.
'Nothln' has happened since We
saw you but the fall of Ei 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 letteS from Vermont In year" n
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