White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1926-07-16
GODFATHER TO SATAN'S KITCHEN
Continued from Last Week.
BY HAPSBURG LIEBE

CONTINUED from Last Week.
On the afternoon of his arrival il
the broad valley it was showing, ant
because of that he lost his bearing
and almost walked into the creek {
quarter of mile above the mission
settlement. A well-beaten path raj
beside the stream. While he stoot
there in the woods trail and tried t.
decide which way he should turn,
bundled-up little figure emerged from
the white smother, halted close be
fore him and laughed gleefully.
Bear Creek" cried the bundled-uI
little figure.
EFF it amt Billy Bly," exclaimed
Lon Buckmaster This here Is shore
some luck. Shake hands VII me, son
I'm plum tickled to see ye' a-lookin
so good. But where are we a-goin
to in all O. this snow?"
They shook hands in a thoroughly
grown-up fashion.
Home" grinned Little Billy. 81
live wi Tom Elderidge's family now
'Liz'beth's awful good to me, mostly;
the 'lasses jar amt never shut to me
there. 'Fessor Hardin, he says I'm
awful smart in my books, Bear Creek
l can spell cat and dawg and boy
already. Cat, cat; dog, dawg;
boy, boy. See?"
I'VE can, TO- sartain!" laughed
Buckmaster. I'm glad O. that, son
1t vas nice in them Elderidges tc
take We in, wasn't it,"
"Yeuh," gravely. But We mustn't
never say 'sartain,' Bear Creek. II
amt proper, 'Fessor Hardin says. Ye
must say CERTAIN Bear Creek. They
didn't have much room at the mis-
sion; but the 'fessor, he said could
ha' stayed there eff l hadn't ha
faound no place else. The Elderidges
is crowded too, but l like it. ain't
never lonesome there. Ye see, Beal
Creek, they've got lots O. young uns
and hound dawgs. Me an 'Liz'beth
we've got us two little beds in the
cabin loft and we studies our books
up there at night-when it amt too
cold and when Tom can afford to le
us burn a lamp Say, 'Liz'beth II
shore some gyurl! Says her pra'r!
every night. Now l lay me down tt
sleep; pray the Lord my soul tt
keep. F sh'd die afore l wake, pray
the Lord my soul to take. Bless pal
and mother and the young uns ant
Little Billy and me and everybod.
else; and help Lon Buckmaster ou
O. the hole he's in, TO- Christ's sake
Aymen!' Jest reels if off thataway
Bear Creek"
Does she say that in her pra'rs
little pardner?" soberly inquired thu
white sheep of the Bear Creek Buck
masters. Are ye plum sartain?"
Certain, not 'sartain,'" Billy 81
corrected gently. "Yeuh, Pm plum
sartair-I mean certain! Hope t
die right here in my tracks eff sh
don't. Say, they've got new orga
in the mission chapel and every dan
soul-'dang SOUL that's what Tor
said-every dang soul in the vale
goes to meetin' on Sundays to hea
1t. Mis- Hardin and the 'fessor, the
sings to 1t. See these new clo'e
I've got on? The 'fessor, he bough
'em TO- me. Hain't they purity? Tor
said they was as purity as a speckle
pup wi ring around it's neck. So
tan's Kitchen is on a boom, Tor
says. Toms a-gittin' 'ligious. H
tried to have family prars last nigh
he'd went down to the mission an
borried Bible-but the young I'm
and the dang hound dawgs made s
much fuss he couldn't do it; so h
jumps up and breshes the dirt off {
his knees and says to his wife. h
says:
o., Mary he says, what's tn
use? Blow out the lamp, he says
and save a little ile!'
And SO me and 'Liz'beth had to g
to our beds in the loft without an
light, and Liz'beth snubbed som
over it reckon it must ha been he
pap's bossy talk.
Where's 'Liz'beth now, SOM"
She's took to studyin' hour afte
schools out, every day." Little Bill
answered. She'll be along purt
soon. I'm a-hurryin' home, 'caus
Tom promised to make me ana tn
young uns sled to ride down-hill OF
in the snow. 1t amt so awful cold
is 1t, Bear Creek?"
mot much cold" Buckmaster an
swered thoughtfully. "Mebbe YET
better run on and try out the sled
son. Eh?"
There was a reason for this sug