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Updated: June 22, 2025
Beside the schoolhouse, with two lanterns shedding a yellow glow on his thin, sandy hair, Riley, at the chuck-wagon, arranged doughnuts, sandwiches, pies and cakes to his liking, wiped his red hands frequently on his clean flour-sack apron, and held carefully unprofane conversation with the women who came fluttering over to him, their arms burdened. "No, mom, sorry!
Sez I, "I should think as much; let a woman live with a man, the best man in the world for 20 years, and if her line of happiness haint broke more than once or twice, why it speaks well for the line, that is all. It is a good, strong line." "Then you have been married?" says she. "Yes, Mom," sez I. "Oh, I see, down in the corner of your hand is a coffin, you are a widow, you have seen trouble.
Mom, is she too lovely for us?" The timid question brought a quick change in the mother's face, a kindling of a fire within the mother breast. She straightened her slender body. "And if there's anything too good for my girlie I'd like to see it! Isn't this the land where all men are equal and my girl and boy shall have a school as good as the best and grow up to be maybe the President himself?"
Mom Wallis, in her big, rough shoes, on the heels of which her scant brown calico gown was lifted as she walked, trudged shyly along between the two young people, as carefully watched and helped over the humps and bumps of the way as if she had been a princess.
She turned to Purdy who had edged his horse close beside the lumber pile. "Where is your friend the one who raced with you for my handkerchief?" she asked. "I haven't seen him since you both rode up in that first wild rush. He hasn't been in any of the contests." "No, mom," answered the cowpuncher, in tones of well-simulated regret; "he's he's prob'ly over to some saloon.
Three times a week, from the close of school until nine o'clock, he worked in the store, snatching a dinner of bananas, or bread and cheese, between customers. Because "Mom" had whispered that there were to be "dumplin's" this night and that she would keep some warm for him, and because the wind whipped chillingly through his thin clothing, he broke into a run.
"Why'ee!" sez I, "you mustn't do it; you must let me lend you some money." "No, mom; much obliged jest the same, but I am a-goin' to canvass my way there. I am goin' to sell the 'Wild, Wicked, and Warlike Deeds of Man. I calculate to make money enough to get me there and ride some of the way, and take care of me while I am there; I may tackle some other book or article to sell.
To them, our stories are just exciting fun, because we leave out the rough parts. Now they're getting a taste of this business the way it really is." "Did you say that?" "That, and a thousand other things. Nothing did much good, and Mom couldn't make any headway, either. Another ten minutes of tears and the island would have been under water, honest. Finally I got rough.
"Looks as though you were going into the knitting game wholesale." Mrs. Potter smiled. "Not quite," she said. "I am making two complete sets for a couple of young men who are going into the service." Porky felt of the soft, light yarn. "I say that's pretty good of you, mom. Who are your lucky friends?" "That reminds me of something," said the Colonel.
Once Katie Hiestand came here with her mom, and we were playin' with our dolls and not thinkin' of the chair, and then Katie saw it and sat in it. And right aways I wanted to set in it, too, and I made her get off. But you saw it and you told me I must not be selfish, but must be polite and let her set in it. My, I remember lots of things."
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