White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1937-01-07
death here also and destruction.

done to the woods. 1 reckon there's
nothing one poor body can do about
it-only watch the wind come over
from Wolfpen to wake up the trees
when the nights over, and then
hurry sad away because they're
dead, like Grandfather Barton. Still,
guess you needn't weep over it,
only just wait, and maybe all the
little under trees will grow up to
meet the wind and hide the scars
of Dry Greek. The earth is very
old, and to her a season is only an
evening and morning. And death
is no older and no stronger than is
life"
For the third time In the year,
Reuben came to Wolfpen. He rode
over with Jesse from Pikeville near
the end of April in the evening be-
fore the wedding. Cynthia was fin
fishing the dishes and gazing out of
the window when he came into view.
She was enraptured to see him,
watching him as he came through
the yard, observed the neat black
suit, the Gladstone collar, the wide
black silk cravat with small white
dots that covered the bosom Of his
shirt. 'He's a handsome man, and
as fine a figure as Spared Pattern
off horse. And Jesse begins to
look professional, but he's still a
little self-conscious about it."
People came and the house was
full. Lucy and her family from
Pattern Landing, Jenny and her
family from Horsepen Branch, all
came bearing baskets Of food for
the wedding. Cynthia gave them
welcome trying as usual to con-
vince herself that these were her
sisters, born of Spared and Julia
in this house, and married here as
she herself was about to be. But
they with their silent men remained
strange to her, even though they
took possession of the house and
acted as if it were their own we'd
ding. The children were irrepressi-
BILE, climbing about the barn and
sheds, watching the sheep and the
newborn lambs, feeding the horses
and mules: they were her nephews
and nieces more than her sisters
were sisters. She liked them around
her. "They will grow up in their
turn, reckon, to carry on the
place. Unless they're like Abral and
Jesse. What, / wonder, will my
children grow up to be like, not
born on Wolfpen but down at the
mouth Of Sandy?"
People from Cannon Creek came
all morning to be at the wedding
of Cynthia Pattern. 1t was also their
third journey within year; I'm
sure glad to go there to a we'd
ding, after all the trouble they've
had in that house" The womenfolk
took over the big kitchen, the men
the barn, the yard and the barn-lot.
They were impressed, as always, by
the ingenuity of the Pattern men
in inventing improvements around
the house. They commended Jas
per on the place he had to start
out with, they asked Jesse about
the law, and Reuben about the bust
ness boom in the Ohio Valley. Shell
lenberger, returning from Pitts
burgh and the river towns, conde-
scendingly joined them. The biggest
business in history was sweeping to
the West now. He might consider
leasing and buying up Cannon
Greek land in reach of the creek
for numbering.
Sheriff Halter and his deputies
came, pleased with the law. They
thought they had captured the man
who murdered Spared. They had
him in Jail over at Williamson. The
sheriff was going over there in per-
son after this wedding of Cynthia
Pattern, the daughter Of Spared.
He talked a great deal. "a good