Evening Star Newspaper, June 26, 1925, Page 33

THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, FRIDAY, JUNE 26, 1925. Tim of Bush Valley BY A. M. CHISHOLM. (Copyright, 1925, by Street & Smith Corp.) One of a series of the year’s best short stories. USH VALLEY runs back from | He looked his father in the eye as he |down the prepared marks in the little the edge of the rolling, partly wooded foothill country to the feet of the great hills them- selves. Looking _eastward from any eminence the sky comes down to meet the earth in an un- broken horizon line, rimming a coun- try of ranches and of little towns at 20 and 30 mile inter But look inz - westward there no far-flung zon line. Instead there is a ed line of towering mountain From the western end of the pass leads into a country which lies today as 4t was Blackfoot and Stoney and trod it, to hunt and to carry But the valley itself wooded, and watered by a tain creek, by east standards a viver. here, when prairie lands rose in price and homesteads wer hard to obtain, Government land wight still be had; and accordingly to it came men with little money, who lesired to make homes und were not fraid of the heavy labor of clearing lind. One of the first of these was Michael Rigney. gney was a product of the east- i pineries, in which he had worked »m the time he could swing an ax. ile came west to better his condition, leaving behind him temporarily a wif und growjng family. He worked at <uch jobs as 'he could obtain, saving s es and all the time drifting ward, and last came to the pthills, He heard of DBush Valley 1nd made a lone excursion up it, and liked it. The creek put him in mind of the driving streams of his native habitat “Sure enough aloud, with the warm of the man who loves as the hillman lov wood, plenty, to ood. It'll do he filed on the piece of land of his choice, and wrote to his wife that ad done so and would send for n as he could. That Winter he worked with a sur ty, and in the Spring came e valley again with a team of vs cast from a contractor's out- fit, a breaking plow, a few tools and o grubstake. \Whenthe grubstaie ran out he had built singlehanded loz house and stable, broken and ared a patch of land, and fenced it. Again he was forced to get a_job and work for othe: But in the wife and fam: nz of Kootenai war. is fertile, arge moun wa home,” he friendlt running his hills. burn, an’ ‘tis like he sent for latter con Teresa, the Summer the t he had to with his Mike Rigney found tk cet acquainted afresh family. In the vears of his absence the children had grown away from him and he from them. He was al- most a stranger. He came upon his eldest born one day shortly after their arrival, when the boy had hit his thumb with a hammer and was using language decidedly unsuited to his years “Shut up!” the man commanded. “Them ’s no words for a boy to know, let alone say. Who learnt you?” It appeared that the boy had had no special tutor. was a y urchin, with a f : sandy hair, and clear blue objectionable phrases, broadcast teamsters, river drivers and others had been picked out of the air by that wondrous receiving set, @ boy's memory. ver let me hear you say naw- v like that again,” Mike admon- ished him. ou say it—only better.” his son e could not deny it ‘'m a man,” he said. “Wait till you grow up before you curse—like & nokin"."” “I've smoked lot: ful stated proudly “You've gone to the devil intirely I've been aws his father wned. “You'll quit them things, or larrup the life out of ye. Did steal, tell me?” ' the oy admitted frankly. “Weil, I be dam’ his father ex- claimed. “But annyways ye're no liar. What have ye stole? It appeared that the boy had stolen s, melons, pi nd doughnuf the young hope- when | s through the Win- | confessed. “Um,"” said Mike with memories of his own boyhood. *“Them's bad tricks, of course, but more like measles an’ whoopin’ coughs. How d've think I like it here, sonny?" " the boy replied. “Is father nodded. an’ rabbits, an’ now an’ then a be: ee!” the boy exclaimed, his eyes shining. Later on, e a day e promi: “An’ an’ maybe me an’ you can off an’ go huntin’,” ut just now there's ou’ll have to help me T wisht I could send ve *hool, but there’s none yet near enough for ye to go to.” hate school,” Tim stated. | “Like enough.” his father re- {sponded with understanding. “So did |1 An' bekase 1 never had no |schoolin’ I've had poor jobs wid poor pay, bein' fit for no better. So to | school ve go, soon as there is one nigh to hand. Frosts came, the leaves fell and vellowed the valley, and young Tim and his father hid a'few glorious |days afield. Apart from the sport of it, it helped to fill the larder. Then came a-tracking snow, and they laid |in their winter's meat in the form of | venison. Mike, who was a falr woods {man, and had dabbled In trapping, as have most of his kind. taught the boy how to set traps and snares. Tim ran mall trap line and was entirely | happy. he their first home quite plenty to eat Rigneys spent Christmas in the new happily, having at least and plenty of fuel. And then, because he must have money to feed and clothe his family until the ranch be- came productive, Mike Rigney got a job with a logging outfit. He came back in the spring, and at once threw himself into the work of clearing | more land. Tim helped him, and they cleared and broke an additional five acres, smashed the sod to pieces with a set of borrowed harrows and seeded it, broadcasting, for they had no drill. They enlarged the space of thelr root crops and put in a gengrous kitchen garden. 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His father away, young Tim was the man of the ranch. He got the roots up and in and drove the team. The wise old grays handled them-, selves, nominally obeying him, but in reality obeying the succession of hard-swearing, mackinaw-clad team- sters who had taken and applled the docile power of their best years. That Summer and Fall the little brush ranch was less lonely. There were more travelers on the valley trail. Mainly they were fire patrols, game wardens, timber cruisers, with a leaven of prospective settlers. And at more or less regular intervals there would be a straight-backed, red- coated rider with a stiff-brimmed pony hat tilted against the sun. In- Good bread makes the noon-day lunch a meal variably these riders were mounted on tall, rangy horses of speed and bot- | tom, cared for and groomed and care- | fully shod horses that followed their masters like dogs, and knew, them, such tricks as lying the word of command or lifting a| forefoot to shake hands—the horses of_the mounted police. Young Tim conceived a vast re-| spect for these riders, who combined | in themselves the godlike attributes of | police, soldiers and frontiersmen. In| | particular he admired Constable Sam | Hake, who was stationed at Bush River Crossing, some 15 miles distant. | Hake had wintered in the Far North, | and now and then when his patrol| brought him that way he would yarn |bors but a few miles away. |last—to Tim's secret to Tim as they lay in the shade through a long Summer’s nooning.' Books were few in the Rigney house- hold, and what there were did not ap- | peal to a boy. But from Hake's tales of that far country Tim stored up romance which he lived over while his hands were busy with prosaic tasks, | dreamed of when his day's work was done and took with him to his blankets at night. | | Now, while the affairs of the Rig-| | neys were going forward more or less | | satistactorily, the tide of settlement |lets of it were creeping toward them. in the foothill country. some G50 miles away, Clydebank, had streets, was beginning to rise, and little wave- | Towns were beginning to spring up | stores, electric lights and a bank. Smaller towns began to grow nearer at hand. Settlement crept up the val- | ley, so that the Rigneys ha' neigh- And at disgust—that Fall a school was established within five miles of them, and it was decreed that he and Tessie and young Barney ' should attend it. They made the 10-mile round trip | daily, five days in the week, from | crisp September to languorous June. | They made it in the Fall mornings when the fogs hung above the valley and in the golden afternoons when the yellowed leaves clutered the trails; made it in the bitter Winter mornings when frost rimed the cheeks, and the sun, scarcely risen, hung far to south- ward, hazed with attendant sun dogs. | with light, but no heat; made it in the days of Spring when the melting snows were a-trickle and moist patches of earth showed and the first robins and bluebirds and flute-noted meadow larks came back and the clamor of the northing geese sounded overhead. Truth to tell, young Tim was no ‘wcholar. He did his best, and he at- tacked his tasks with a determined scowl, as he would have attacked an obstinate root. But school hooks—as opposed to and distinguished from other books which told tales in which the soul of a boy might revel as his bare body delighted in the waters of GMD bread is energy food for active workers. And by good bread we mean bread that has definite food value as well as flavor. Corby’s Mother's Bread is that kind of good bread. It contains more gluten—the gluten of selected wheat—and gluten isNature’sway of supplying concentrated energy. Unfailing scientific tests control every step in the making of Corby’s Mother's Bread. They insure for you not only truly delicious flavor, but food value that makes a swimming hole—seemed to him to be an invention of the evil one, wherein were collected of malice all the prob- lems which no regular fellow could understand. But out of school he was an ac- knowledged leader by virture of the strength and activity which abode in his small, sturdy body, nd a perfect willingness to match them against nybody's. He possessed, too, a cer- tain quality of foresight in the way of forecasting consequences of boy- ish pranks, and so was a restraining influence. He was dependabje. When he said he wonld do a thine it - as good as done. And he looked after his sister and brothers with the so- licftude of a hen with two chicks. At the closink of the Fall term there was_a_Christms t the school- _ See Announcement Tuesday’s and Saturday’s Star house, with gifts for every child. Also there was a program of songs and recitations by the pupils. The Rigneys ‘attended in a body. Tessle and young Barney acquitted themselves with credit; but Tim, to - whose hard lot it had fallen to recite “The Village Blacksmith,” made & Ead mess of it. (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) A “quick bite” for lunch TRISCUIT *The Shredded Wheat Cracker - Crisp, flavory shreds of cooked whole wheat compressed into a wafer and baked in electric ovens. 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