The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-09-11

names that love invents for in that
awful moment she had forgotten that
he belonged to any one but herself
Perhaps, in the gradual reawakening,
he may have caught the meaning of
this, but he gave no sign of it. BY
frantic efforts Jane succeeded in remoy-
ing the limb that had fallen upon him,
and, having pushed and dragged it TO a
safe distance, she made bonfire of it,
which illumined the CHASTITY night fan.
tastically, and kept the wolves at bay
that were bowling in the woods near.
II was only then she discovered that
his leg was broken There was but one
thing to do, however; she provided him
q counterpane Of spruce boughs, as
warm as wool, gathered dry faggots in
the edge of the woods, and extended her
blaze in circle around the disabled
man, like an Indian watch fire then
she fastened home, and, as his mother
was too infirm to give assistance, she
yoked the steers into the drag-for old
Dapple's slender legs could not founder
safely through the drifts-and urged
them slowly across the untrodden snow,
neighbor, five miles away, who willingly
left his warm pillow and with bis son
of fifteen plodded back on the drag TO
where the watch fires smoldered and
Cyrus waited. 1t was not long after
this before Cyrus was safe in bed, with
his mother and Jane administering to
him, and neighbor Goodheart and the
steers on the way for the doctor. But
it was many a long week before he left his
bed indeed, the drifts had dissolved
like magic, and spring had woven her
spells in blade and bud, and the grass
was long and ready for moving before
he took his first step into the air, and
then he leaned on James arm and walked
with crutch. The folks in The Num-
bers said he would always need a crutch,
unless lie preferred cork leg. When
the doctors from Wheatfieldan beyond
had decided upon amputation, Cyrus
had sent for Agnes. Perhaps he had
meant to give her her freedom with a
lingering hope that she would reject it !;
perhaps he craved the solace of her
presence before his journey toward the
valley of shadows. Nobody ever knew;
it was only known that she refused to
go to him The people in The Num-
bers blamed or excused her, according
to their natures or predispositions.
"She didn't promise herself to Grip
ple" cts better TO live minated
than ill-matched. "She's like to go
all the way through the woods ard take
up with a crooked stick at last" cts
Il poor kind of love that's scared at mis-
| fortune, were some of the current re-
marks passing from mouth to mouth.
And so the year wore through, and
Cyrus could no longer go up to Aroos-
took numbering, nor swing his scythe
in the meadow. He had to hire hand
about the farm. But while he sat at
home with idle, impatient hahds, in
spiration came to him as he watched
Jane laboring at her wheel, and he in.
vented a spinning machine. About
this time old Mrs. Ferriston slipped
away out OF life and one day Mrs.
Deacon Crockett rode over to engage
Jane for her winters weaving.
You won't be needin' a housekeeper
longer, 1 s'pose, Cyrus, said she "and
| folks allus talks so SO, thinks /, Jane
had better come home with me for the
weavin."
Jane" he said-for Mrs. Deacon
Crockett used an ear-trumpet, and was
no kind of hindrance to love-making-
"Jane you promised to stay with me
till Agnes came. Will you keep YOU
promise?"
"Yes, Cyrus, I will if you insist upo1
it," she answered"
"Jane and I, he said, speaking int
Mrs. Crocket's trumpet, care going
down to Wheatfield this afternoon to b,
married"
Mrs. Crockett took in the Price farm OF
her way home, for fear her news woul {
spoil if kept over night.
"Cyrus Ferriston's going to be mar
ried," she said, "and no thanks to you
Agnes Price ! Jane Hutton's a luck,
CELL"
EDO tell ~ cried Agnes. "'Neve
swan goose so gray but what coulC
find a mate L always thought she hat
hankerin' after him. S'pose 1 shan
be asked to stand up with 'em VIVA
fgger they'll cut when they pea
together never could have borne {,
go limpin along with man like that al
nay days-it didn't look genteel."
"But they do say" continued he
comforter, chow he's made .powe
of money out of that machine o
his'n-it's jest like spinnin' gold. An,
they are talking about sendin' him t,
the Legislature, and then / s'pos
Janen go too, and help represent. -
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