The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1923-11-08

MI iHt hight, do IL SIODIuS lOI WOIus
TO ciothe a thought unusual with him
The look of a tired student came
slowly back to his face, and his shout
ders dropped as if weary with bearing
the burdens of others. Mumbling a fur.
ther word or two. he turned from her.
crossed the foot-log with mincing step,
and passed on through the orchard
toward the parsonage.
The girl walked back up the path
and sat down on the porch step.
Words were never too plenty with
the w~oodsman, even in his most fluent
moments. He leaned against a post
and looked down at her. She seemed
busy with her thoughts. The silence
was so deep that the clink of the
dishes, as Mrs. Curry put them away
and the drinkle of the old bankers
letters, as he sat reading them at the
head of the dining-room table, carried
to them out on the porch.
The man reused himself from the
spell of the silence; stepped off the
porch and sat down by the girls side.
what d y'u think of him?" she
asked.
1t was characteristic of the woods
man that he should answer by an
other question.
what d. your"
The girl laughed-a contented little
laugh like the lit of the happy water
at the bridge.
"Oh, l think he's"
There came a groan from the dining
room, and the sound of a heavy fall.
They sprang up and dashed into the
house, just as Mrs. Curry ran in from
the kitchen. The money-lender lay
sprawled on the floor, in one hand an
open letter, in the other an empty
envelope.
The girl darted across the room and
bent above the shrunken figure.
Jack jack"
Tickle, no, don't be flustered. It's
just another one O. them faintin' spells.
He'll be all right in a minute"
He raised the old man in his great
arms and laid him on a sofa at the
side of the room.
Mrs. Curry had hurried back to the
for cold water and cloths, and
Texie was urging Jack to run for. the
doctor, when the old banker opened
MS eyes.
Doctor !" - he painted hard for
"Who wants a doctor? It's
jist another one o. them fainty spells.
Look there-r'
He held up the letter. The girl
at it carelessly; then, with a
luick exclamation, turned it toward
he woodsman. And thus holding it
between them they read it slowly,
word by word.
Somewhere in New York,
May 2, 1S49.
Simon Colin,
Buckeye, Ind.
Sir:
Il caught a fellow with a card up
lis sleeve and called him. He beat
ne on the draw, and here I am. This
irl here says | can't last till the inks
ry, and I'm not doubtin' her. She's
ways played square with me. /
ackon you wouldn't allow her inside Of
our little old synagogue down there
the Flatwoods, but she'd be the +
one there-eXcept Sis.
you've been one HI of a father
me. I've heard you pray by the !
ard, and I've heard cussin' that was
ore religious. You starved mothers :
fe out, and you're starvin' the life 9
1t Of Sis, but YOU didn't starve my
,e out, d-n you. I've got a drop Of .
, Red Colin in me-him that brought =
! this cussed red loci, mess into the I
mily. I've had my iing-and that's 8
ore than you can say, with all your +
oney that you've wrung out Of better .
en-. !
Il reckon I've got but IA few minutes "
live. I'd give half of them to see "
S. But if you'd come in right now,
try to get up and kick you out. II
n dyin' as oil Red Colin died-with D
7 boots IN. I'm expecting to meet Il
and you both-in Ill W
"KEN Co
'P. S.-Mr. Colin is dead. He died h,
fore he could quite finish signing his h,
me. You can see the blot where the
n fell. / ann respecting his wishes h,
d sending this letter without any Fl
'eet address, or other marks, where
you might trace him. His conf W
nee l shall never betray. I will only 1t
7 that he shall have decent burial. b
THE GIRL"
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Continued Next Week.