The Sheriff's Son
"I don't call it wasted. But since you 've invited me so hearty to your picnic, I'd like to be sure you 've got grub enough in the chuck wagon for two," he said with a glance at her saddle-bags.
"I'm not sure. Maybe you had better not come."
"Oh, I'm coming if you starve me. Say, Beulah, have you heard about Jess Tighe?"
"What about him?"
"He had a stroke last night. Doc Spindler thinks he won't live more than a few hours."
Beulah mused over that for a few moments without answer. She had no liking for the man, but it is the way of youth to be shocked at the approach of death. Yet she knew this would help to clear up the situation. With the evil influence of Tighe removed, there would be a chance for the park to develop along more wholesome lines. He had been like a sinister shadow that keeps away the sunlight.
She drew a deep breath. "I don't wish him any harm. But it will be a good thing for all of us when he can't make us more sorrow and trouble."
"He never made me any," Charlton answered.
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