The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-08-13

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such an appeal, and, though Cyrus didn't
J, think il Of the least consequence whether
other people believed in bis love or not,
long as twas reality to himself aud
} Agnes, yet he was doubtless fattered by
her earnest desire fer his presence, and if
! it would please her, why not go? II did
! not occur to- him that twas as much d
] vulgar wish TO make parade of his re-
gard for her as desire to see him. II
happened very luckily, however, Cyrus
thought--and perhaps most people would
agree with hlm--tnat .he camp had run
short Of # molasses. and one ofthe men was
, detailed to take a team and go to Wheat
, field for a supply--for what was coffee
without molasses? He started on the last
day of December, and Cyrus with him,
and he, dropped Cyrus where the roads
diverged, one leading into, nWheatfcld
and the other into The Numbers. a There
/, was matter Of ten or twelve miles be-.
tween Cyrus and the Price farm when
be left the team, bat he had often walked
! further with loadot produce for market.
}, The distance didn't strike him az being
y OF any consequence; he had all his life
been used to mill1stones, 1t had begun
to snow some time before gently, as If it
| meant no harm, and Gyms was used to
snow, too. But presently the wind
changed and blew rough, and tossed the
flakes into his eyes, and the flakes them
/, selves grew bigger and thicker, till they
ciogged his steps and blinded his sight
and oblitsrated every land mark. Still
he trudged forward, cheering himself
with the warm welcome before him, as
surfing himself that the way was as fa-
milar as his own potato field, till by-and-
By he began to wonder if he were not
watching the old year out by himself, if
he had not been longer on the road than
the distance warranted, if he had not
missed the way, il, it were not growing
colder and darker every moment. He
knew about as well where he was ,asif he
had travelled into Nova Zembla, or had,
been cast away on an iceberg. He paused,
and rested against the bnlc of a tree to
collect his wits There was no use in
proceeding further on the wrong road.
In coming to this decision he naturally
sat down by the way to reflect which was
the right one. He did not reflect long
Lovely images and colors foated before
his minds eye. He had reached the farm.
; and there was great backlog blazing
on the hearth, for him, and brown eyes
looking into his, and tender tones in his
ears Then he came to himself with a
. start, and sat upright, peering into, the
black nigbt,upon which the storm seemed
an inscription in an unknown tongue,
walked by the fending of some. great limo
from the tree above him, which lad fallen
and pinned him to the ground. The
dangers of his situation were too evident
for conjecture. He would be frozen stiff
before cock-croW. even if he were not
dead'of the blow first Through the storm
and the darkness be calledfor help,with-
out daring to hope for it, put all his
waning strength and despair iuto y few
4 imploring cries, and fell benumbed with
: pain, with one leg crushed and broken
1t looked very much as if he would bear
the old year company, a0oA glaT EHT
Jane had sat up later than usua L that
night, cutting piece of stuff out Of the
loom, which she had finished weaving
) that afternoon. Mrs. Ferriston was fast
asleep, and the farm-ooy had gore tolthe
watch meeting; and as Jane raked up the
:. Goals on the hearth, she wondered If Cy,
/ rus was holding watch with Agnes--w who
3 boasted that she could bring him down
], from heaven if she wanted him--and if
he would be coming home to kiss his
Z mother in the early morning. Then she
> went to the door to look outat the night
: which was not more lonely than she,y to-
) bid adieu to the old year; and was it the.
shrek Of tae wind or human voice that
I tsmote her ears?-a voice that sounded,
] strangely like his. Oh, if it should bel
!, if he were needing her! At,least some-
J body on that lonely WasteIwas In trouble,
} perhaps dying .iaIf she. went to her safe
] warm bed and waited for daylight she