Judge — November 20, 1920 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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DANGERS TOO WELL CONTRIVED BY THY WILY REDSKINS. SH HAD KNOWN WHOLE PARTILS OF THAT HAD STROLLED DOWN TO fHE MEETING-HOUSE NEVER FO RETURN ALIVE Not Too Late HE mother and her son looked dolefully at the wide fire- it inside his buckskin shirt. Then with a parting wav place with tts many shining pots and kettles. Outside blunderbuss he was gone. The mother sank into one of those the wind howled and the snow beat at the windows and absolutely vertical chairs which in after life were destined to be door of the log cabi: hall have little to fill th Thanksgiving, the second in this new land.” “Or stomachs cit portant than kettles,” his arms pensively on the business end of his blunderbuss. oth The dame sighed. “If your father were only here “Ah, if only he were and stomachs are more im- end of the gun. He is so thoughtless of himself and the ori replied the stalwart young man, leaning fice of a blunderbuss is so comprehensive.” And_ there were + too late for the mountains and too early for the day in. brill; she softly said. to the meeting-house never to return alive. But the redskins have cooked father, ‘Thus she mused all the afternoon. There was nothing else He would come home otherwsie. Where else could to do. The fire crackled on and soon rivalled the departing iance. Suddenly the mother bent forward in excitement She Your father was an hor he le ft you his New Engla ane Conscien 1 his deerskin over The two fell silent “Son. chuck ha The son clapped his hands. “It's an omen, mother. Fate means for me to go out, too. will go and bring back sustenance.” able m The mother hive cord of wood on the The fire has gon e It points don’t forget which end of the gun has the kick.” and ind “Bring plenty of it should you find it. lad. Good luck. And Another figure darted in through the door. It was an Indian ¢ hand was Jonathan's blunderbuss and the other heli arted for the door. a pair of turkeys. cried the mother, for the “How.” greeted the — mother. first time showing emotion holding her right hand above her "he replied. spinning around head. on one heel or more The redskin threw the gun and She pointed to the w England Conscience. “How stupid of me.” answered — that, just tell me that vou know who as with a single bound he Lam.” ached it from the wall and thrust A Tale of Early New England By Harry Irving Suusway of his photographed so much ¢ kettles this “Poor dear Jonathan.” she sighed.“ He is so good, so brave sogencrous. Oh. I do hope he doesn't forget which is the havoc She had known whole ts—dangers too well contrived by the wily redskins urties of Puritans that had strolled down wn. Thank Heaven couldn't have straightened up with it on account of the chair ands of running and crashing branches undoubtedly came from without The door burst open and Jonathan dashed into the room. The mother eyed him sternly, expectantly “Where are the wild turkeys,” she said sharply. ut, don’t you sev? “Oh, mother,” he gasped. “I have captured a. redskin for he way. And | our din: And I have run on ahead to tell you how to cook him. See’ Don’ t forget tha It has gone out ¢ turkeys on the floor. fen your “Don't you recognize me?” he 7 cried in perfect. English. “If not have forgot “Neither.” replied the mother