Glacier County chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1931-1940, 1939-07-28


of the bed.
JefPs home in Big Moccasin
Swamp was considerably more than
ever SO humble. It contained i've
rooms and was weatherproof save
when the weather was inclement.
On the dogtrot stood rickety table
and five chairs. In the corner was
a washtub which was used by Q WIS.,
iting colored woman or such rare
occasions as Mr.. Butler decided
that his wardrobe needed cleansing.
Two pigs snored happily near the
back steps and chickens roasted on
the chairs. An underfed and mourn
full hound dog slouched forward to
greet his master, tail wagging
warily.
In the dim light of early morning,
Mr.. Butler could see the borders
of his estate. He could see the scrag-
ely cotton patch, as yet OF planted;
and the brief field which would-if
he happened to get around to it
produce corn during the coming
summer. There was the truck patch,
too, wherein jeff was inclined to
raise greens and turnips and pota-
toes, and beyond the truck patch,
through an opening in the pines, he
could see Willow Creek which was
an undignified tributary to the al
most-as-undignified Catbill River.
Glen Ross said again, "We sho'
better hurry, jeff" and Mr.. Butler
swung off in a southerly direction,
his long strides compelling the
smaller man to drop into half
trot in order to keep pace. so that
Glenn said complainingly, "Well,
there amt that much hurry"
"You reckon Kay Forrest will be
there?" he inquired anxiously.
JEFF cast weatherwise eye sky
ward. She's sno' to be-"
How come you known"
"'Cause the sun'll be out in few
minutes. Kay an that female
pitcher-taker always 60 out right
after sun-up. found out about them
accidental one mawnin' when I got
to work too early"
Clem's weak eyes blinked. "But
Kay-she don't really take off all
her clothes, does she?"
you'll see."
"S'posin' the folks in Beverly was
,, to know about it,"
Jeff whistled. They'd be hell to
pay, sho' nuff."
"Ain't you truthin'." endorsed
Glenn.
jeff Butler could not long remain
eslo~x H. ,o;l sDa,yro4ord ro,,pfxy
was a quiet, God-fearin' place be-
fore Ruth Hamilton come down from
New Yawk an had them Gardens
builded."
"Sho' was"
81 never figured out what got into
her ;. doin' lot of work pretty
in up a swamp"
Money!" sneered JEFF. "She
craved to make money! Then his
eyes lighted with interest. ut cost
her a whole slew of cash to git
things goin', but she's maxim plenty
now"
"Mmm-hmm! Must be thee hum
Died tourists in Beverly" Then he
added virtuously, "Tha's what's ru-'
inin' the town an sendin' our young
folks straight to hell"
JEFF was in thorough agreement.
He even elaborated upon the theme.
He said, II knowed Ruth Hamilton
when she was knee-high to drop
of rain. Purity kid, and it never
s'prised me when she married that
rich Teller from New Yawk."
"He died, didn't he?"
"Sho' did. Left her with them two
children. Folks tell that they was
rich but the depression ruint them.
So she come back to Beverly an
put her money into fixin' UP them
Gardens. That was all the property
her OIL man left her."
Glen said, "Tchk! Tchk!''
They're kind of NICE" JEFF ad-
mitted grudgingly, "but folks here
abouts amt amin to stand 'em for
long. You know :" He dropped
his voice confidentially: There's
some awful hell-raisin' goin' on in
Beverly ev'y night. Dancin' an all
such as that"
"It's the work of the Devil" con-
fided Glenn. Then, somewhat anx-
iously, "You reckon Kay Forrest
really is goin' to take of ev'y stitch
of clothes?"
JEFF said, "Sssssssh! Yonder she
is on that island"
They threw themselves fiat and
crawled under and between azalea
bushes. And they peered out at the
little island where Miss Maynard
was posing Kay and rearranging
her chiffon drapes.
Glenn inhaled sharply. "She sho'
is purity"
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