Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1922-01-20

pile Of stakes"
Samson saw a long cord Of stakes
along the road in the edge Of the
meadow.
'srhey are the teeth Of my city,"
said Brimstead in a low voice. "Pve
drawed 'em out. They amt goin' to
bite me no more"
.arhey are the towers and steeples
of Ell Dorado" Samson laughed. "Have
anv of the notes been paid?"
@Not one and 1 can't get a word
from my broker about the men who
drew the notes-who they are or
where they are"
'Pm going to Chicago and If you
wish I'll try to find him and see what
he says"
"That's just what 1 WISH" said
Rrimstead. "His name is Lionel Da-
Wis. His address is IA South Water
street. / sold him all the land l had
on the river shore and he gave me his
note for it."
'If you'll let me take the note I'll
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 l don't suppose it's worth the pa
per it was wrote on. You take 1t and
if you find it's no good you lose it just
as careful as you can. 1 don't want
to see it again."
They had a 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
comedy than e
They had been speaking OF JACK
Kelso's death.
he saw a beautiful young face it re-
minded him of noble singing and the
odor of growing corn" said Samson.
"Pd 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 a man Of good judg-
ment,' said Brimstead.
Annabel's sister Jane, who had
chung to the wagon in No Santa Claus
Land, was a bright-eyed, merry
hearted girl of twelve. The boy Rob-
ert was a shy, ~good-looking lad a little
older than Josiah.
"Well, what's the news?" Samson
asked.
"Nothin' has happened since we
saw you but the fall of Ell Dorado"
BrimStead answered.
"There was the robbery of the mail
stage last summer a few miles north
of here" said Mrs. Brimstead. Every
smitch of the mail was stolen. I
guess that's the reason we haven't had
no letter. from Vermont in a 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.
"It would help his education to
rassle around with Robert an the
girls,' said Brimstead.
"Would you like to stay?" Samson
asked.
81 wouldn't mind" said Josiah who,
on the lonely prairie, had had few
companions of his wv age.
So it happened that Samson went
on alone. Near the sycamore woods
he came pom a gray-haired man lying
by the roadside with a horse tethered
near him. The stranger was sick with
a fever. Samson got down from his
horse.
"What can 1 do for your he asked.
'The will of God," the stranger
feebly answered. 81 prayed for help
and you have come. I am Peter Cart
wright, the preacher. 1 was SO sick
and weak I had to get off my horse
and lie down. If you had not come |
think that I should have died here"
Samson gave him some of the medi-
cine for chills and fever which he al
ways carried in his pocket, and water
from his canteen.
SIS there any house where / could
find help and shelter for your" he
asked presently.
mo, but I feel better-glory to
God" said the preacher. eff you can
help me to the back of my horse I will
try to ride on with you. There is to
be a quarterly meeting ten miles up
the road tonight. Nothing shall keep
me from my duty. 1 may save a dozen
souls from hell-who knows?"
Samson was astonished at the iron
will and holy zeal of this ir~on-hearted,
strong-armed, fighting preacher of the
prairies Of whom he had heard much.
He lifted him and set him on the back
of his horse.
"God blessed you with great
strength" said the latter. "Are you a
Christian
81 am"
They rode on in silence. Presently
Samson observed that the preacher
was actually asleep and snoring in
the saddle. They proceeded for an
hour or more in This manner When