Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1873-10-31

which he had engaged aweek before, in
his 2old capacity; and Mrs. Polly re-
lieved herself of divers snowy ribbons
and bits of jewe1ry, and settled down
among the pots and kettles, in
her old capacity-just as they
both might have done in the
old camp, had they chosen--and set about
it in a way calculated to defeat all oppo-
Hsition But where are the bright spots in
our Commonplace world, if you smother
every outburst of romance? An ordinary
marriage would have been insipid this
was start1ingt Besides, they would have
been laughed att
There was chopping to do, and cooking
to do, and William and Polly were both
busy. William was not a great deal with
Polly, as a matter of course; but when he
was by her, he thought that handsome
swamper might be farther away; and he
thought, too that Hopping pancakes and
frying pork did not call for so lavish a
display of gorgeous apparel. She had
quite sum Of money by her, that he had
saved through the chill of many a winters
logging and the sweat Of sultry harvest
days; but he did not see why she should
Spend it so freely. In month he was
jealous of the swamper, and tried to get
his money into his own hands again. But
Independent Polly kept the money, and
gave him no satisfaction. Then they had
a miserable quarrel, and Tyner went over
to the town and got drunlk.~~Ah, the frail-
ties of masculine minds! Tyner knew
that poor whisky would not help his case
any, bat he felt desperate and spiteful.
1t would cut Polly, and let her see what
she had driven him to-; perhaps make
her do better, rather than live with a
drunkardi But. when did such means
ever gain the end sought? When he got
sober, they had another set-to; and Tyner
went doggedly about his work, and let
her alone for two months. He wouldn't
even demonstrate when the swamper left
his work days at time, and smoked
and played euchre in the kitchen with
Polly, to the great detriment Of the din
ners.' But the foreman did; and, further,
declared he wouldn't have it. Then Polly
drew down her face, and said he was an
old idiot, and that he should mind his
own business-there! And so the winter
wore away. %H ssr
There came a. certain morning when
the thick, melting snow was filing the
river-bed with water-which seemed to
be ever running, faster and faster, to make
way for the great rush behind, which
never run out-when the mighty roll
way was ready to break, and the sun was
rising upon another cloudless day to see
it done. A man rose before his comrades
in the logging camp, and shuff1ed out to
the stable and did not come back to
breakfast A seto men had swashed their
ruddy faces in ice-cold water and were
waiting for call from the kitchen, which
did not come. Then two hungry and
curious men went to the kitchen and the
stable, respectively, and met halfway
and each looked into blank, astonished
face, as those two other investigators had
done, four months before. Then one
summed up the case in one emphatic
sentence: =
"The swamper's run away with the
cook!" @- o#4Lst l1Il z af. ...
How very like another morning of
which we have heard! And to make it
very much more like, they had to get
their own breakfast and mingled many a
rough joke with the cooking. And the
man who was most interested went down
to the roll-'way with his pipe and axe,
and said nothing. 1@S BGoJ
He worked and pried away at the
undermost logs until noon, and said not
word on the subject His chum was in
sweat keeping up with him. .....
--''''The roll-'way will start in an hour"
said the foreman, after dinner, glancing
up at the straight wall Of logs eighty feet
high, and already leaning over the heads
of the workmen, as if in hase to meet the
rising, surging, foaming water.
At two O'clock, those below heard q
great cry from the roll-'way above. The
last log had started their pile, and, slOgs
projecting, it would sweep the lower. one
with it. The men dropped their tools and
fled before the down crashing, laundering
mass. The men above watched in breath
less suspense to see them get clear. But
Tyner would not move. He gave aehasty
look at the land, and at the blue skylook-
ing down calm and serene on the troubled
landscape. Then the rolling pile came
down upon him, and buried all there was
left ofthe stalwart man full thirty feet deep.
The waterir rose higher and higher. 1t
came nearly halfway to the top of the
bank, and overran the lowlands. Then
the long bottom tier started and swept
away toward the lake. Clinging to one
of the logs, all crushed and limp from the
pounding roll-'way, with black line over
his brow and a quiet look upon his, face,
they found poor Tyner. Tied in a button.
hole of his coarse shirt was knot of
dainty blue ribbon, holding a braid OF
blonde hair. They knew, without ques.
tioning, where he had got it, and why he
had gone out with it upon his breast that
day.
His romance was ended.-ALfred Ora
ham, IN Lakeside Monthly. p. t.f
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