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"I'm afraid you can't expect to get much help from the Indians," remarked Dad Patten. "There's a legend in these mountains to the effect that Indians massacred a band of white men, and the daughter of the old Indian chief cursed her own people. Within a year the tribe had died out or wandered away. The village was deserted.
Patten, but she cherished no resentment; it had left her a pair of willing hands, and indomitable courage to face emergencies. "Seems to me if I'd had to endure all that the Widow Patten has, I'd have given up long ago," more than one neighbor said, beholding her sorrows and cares; but the Widow Patten never gave up.
The report proved to have unusually good foundation. Within a fortnight each respectable householder received a note intimating that Mrs. Wittleday would be pleased to see self and family on the evening of the following Thursday. The time was short, and the resources of the single store at East Patten were limited, but the natives did their best, and the eventful evening brought to Mrs.
They were curiously happy when he heard Dr. Patten's car in front. He looked out of the window. He was frightened. With Patten was an impatient man with turbulent black hair and a hussar mustache Dr. A. I. Dilling, the surgeon. Babbitt sputtered with anxiety, tried to conceal it, and hurried down to the door. Dr.
And she knows her business a whole lot better than Patten does, besides." "Will you get the fire started immediately, Mr. Norton?" asked Virginia somewhat sharply. "Mr. Lane has waited long enough as it is." "I'll be damned!" said Brocky Lane weakly.
"Well, he won't go far WITHOUT them!" "He's gone so far I can't locate him." I heard Mrs. Beecher get up. "Are you in ernest, Will?" she said. "Do you mean that he has gone without a Stich of clothes, and can't be found?" Mrs. Patten gave a sort of screach. "You don't think oh Will, he's so tempermental. You don't think he's drowned himself?" "No such luck," said Mrs. Beecher, in a cold tone.
Then, as it is told by Johnnie Patten, who saw it all, there suddenly came around upon him from behind the house the gang of the Kid, all gun fighters, each opening fire as he came. The gritty little man gave back not a step toward the open door. Crippled by his old wounds so that he could not raise his rifle to his shoulder, he worked the lever from his hip.
He fumbled in his pockets, taking out the contents of all of them, before he found the letter which he handed to Kit. "This is an introduction to a man who may be very useful to me." Kit laughed happily as she read the name on the envelope. "Mr. William Patten." Returning the paper to the professor she said, "I should know that man well. He's my father!" "Oh isn't that jolly, Kit!" cried Joy.
"They can wait while I get clean! Anyway I haven't had much luck. The Indians will give me no help at all." "Why are you so keen about these Indian relics? We can give you any number of arrowheads and baskets and stuff. You're welcome to them if it will help you any," offered Mrs. Patten sympathetically. "That's not exactly what I want," the professor said.
"Neither are we," said Louis, "and if we obey the commandment, 'Love ye one another, where can the curse come? No, no, Mrs. Patten, we must wait for the spirit of the man to grow good and true, and the weakness of the flesh by this will be overcome; he cannot forget all the wrong, and probably might recall the words, 'The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."
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