The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1874-02-12


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CHAPTER V.
Work. Morton could not. After his
noon-day dinner, he lifted his flint
lock gun from the forked sticks upon
the wall where i: was laid, and set
ou, to look for deer--rsther to seek
forgetfuness Of the anxiety thu, prey
ed upon him. Excitement was almost
a necess ty with him even vt ordinary
times: n, " i, seemed the only REM
edy for his depression. But instead
Of furgctt ng Patty, he forgot every
thing but Patty, and Cor the i,st time
in his life he found it impossible to
absorb himself in hunting for when
a frontierinan loves, he loves with his
whole nature. The interests of his
life are few, and love. having undis-
puted sway, becomes consuming
passion After two hours walking
through the unbroken forest he start
ed deer. but did not see it in time
TO shoot. He had tramped through
the brush without caution or vigil
lance. He now saw that it would be
of 10 avail to keep up this mockery
Of hunting. He was seized with an
eager d. sire to see Patty. and talk
with her once before he door should
be closed against him. He might
strike The trail and reach the settle
me.t in All hour, arriving at Lums-
den's while yet the Captain was away
from the house. His only chance was
to sec her IN the absence Of her faith
er, who would surely contrivc some
interruption il he were present.
So eagerly did Morton ttavel, that
when bis return WAS about half-ac-
complislled he ran hcadlong into the
very midst Of flock of wild turkeys.
They ran swiftly away in two or three
but net until the two bar
rels Of Morton's gun had brought
down two glossy young gobblcrs.--
Tying their legs together with a strip
of paw-paw bark, he slung them
across his gun and laid his gun over
his shoulder, pleased that he would
not have to go home quite empty
handed.
AS he steps INTO Captain Lums-
den's yard that October afternoon he
is such man as oic likes to sec
ariie fix feet high, well made, but
II foo broad about the shoulders,
with legs whose li,heness indicates
the reserve force of must-r end nerve
coiled away somewhere for an ear
gencv. His walk is direct, elastic,
unfagg ng: he is, like his horse,
clean stopper; there IS neither slouch-
ness nor timidity, nor craftiness in
his gait. The legs are as much a test
of character as the face, and in both
one can read resolu,e eagerness.-
HIS forehead is high rather than
broad; his blue eye and curly hair,
and certain sweetness and dignity
II, his smi g. are from his Scotch-lr-
ish mother. His picturesque COON
kin cap gives him The look Of a hun
ter. The hmespun .'hunting-shirt'
hangs outside his buckskin hreeches,
and these terminate below inside his
rawhide boots.
The great yellow dog. Watch,
knows him weli enough BY this time
but. like a policeman n duty. Watch
is quite unwilling to seem to neglect
hi> function, and 20 he brist'es up a |
title, meets Mmtpn at the gate, and
,nuffs at Il s cowdilc boots with an
,ir Of surls vigilance. The young
nan halls him with a friendly "Hel-
ow, Watch !" and the old fellow
,mo. tbs his back hair = little, AMI
gives his clumsy bobbed tail three
solemn little wags of rccognition,com-
cal enough If Goodwin were only in
mood to observe.
Morton hears the hum Of the spin
ling- wheel in the old cabin portion
of the building,used fora kitchen and
oom-room. The mono,o o,onous rise and |
all of the wheels tnne, now buzzing |
gently, then louder and louder, till its |
Nhirr could be heard a furlong, then
then stopping abruptly, then |
'ising to II new climax-this cadenc-
d hum as he hears it is made rhyth-
nical by the tread of feet that run
back across tho room a!.c: each CHI
max oil sound. He knows the quick, |
elastic step ; he turns away from the |
straight ahead entrance to the house |
md passes round to the kitchen door.
It is Patty, as he thought, and. as his
shadow falls in Mt the door, she is in
he very act Of urging the wheel to
i s h CHEST impetus; she whirls it till
It roars, nnd at the same time mods
nerrily at Morton over the top OF it;
then she trips back across he room,
the yarn with her lift hand,
which she holds stretched cut. When
The impulse is somewhat spent and
the yarn sufficiently twisted, Patty
catches The wheel, ,winds the yarn up
on The spindle, and turns to the door.
She changes her spinning tick to the
left hand, AID extends her right with
a gen al sHowdy, Mort n. killed some
turkeys see."
"Yes-one for you and orc for
"For me' much Obliged! Come in
and Ike Chair"
IN /, this I'll do and Morton sat
upon the door-sill, doffing his COON
skineap and wiping his forehead with
his red handkerchief. $50 on with
your spinning, Patty, ] like to see
you spiu."
well, ] will. / mean 10 spin swo
dozen cuts to-day. I've been at it
stree FIVE o'clock.
NJ rton lik d t. have her spin. He
was, in his present perplexed state,
willing to avoid all conversation, ex-
c.pt such broken talk as might be
carried ON while Patty wound spun
yarn upon the spindle or adjusted .
new roll Of wool.
Nothing shows off the grace of the
female figure as did the old spinning