—WILL T. BECK, Holton Recorder, neighbor, had spelled defeat for him in the most sacred phase of human life.
In that flash I glimpsed too a stretch of rich rolling Kansas prairie lined with streams of running water and a healthy growth of timber, in the center of which, down by the timber’s edge, was once this man’s place of abode, and which was then, and still is, but a few miles from my own home. And I saw a wrecked home; a court house thronged with curious people; and a lonely woman, a distraught wife and mother of a little boy, fighting desperately for her freedom—and alimony.
The scene is now in Kansas. It will shift back and forth between here — meaning, roughly, Wetmore, from which place this writing issues—and the old mining West again and again as this narrative unfolds.
THE CHERRYVALE ICE CO.
Watkins Brothers, Prop’s
CHERRYVALE, KANSAS
Feby. 17, 1939.
Jno. T. Bristow, Esq., Wetmore, Kans.
Dear Friend John:
“Memory’s Store-House Unlocked,” by J. T. Bristow, appearing in the Wetmore Spectator, came to me through the mail recently and I sure enjoyed reading it more than anything I have read in some time.