The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-09-10

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 remov-
ing the limb that had fallen upon him,
and, having pushed and dragged it to a
safe distance, she made a bonfire of it,
which illumined the CHASTITY night fan
tastically, and kept the wolves at bay
that were bowling in the woods near.
Itwas only then she discovered that
his leg was broken There was but one
thing to do, however; she provided him
Counterpart 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 infrm 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,
guided by the lantern, to the nearest
neighbor, five miles away, who willingly
left his warm pillow and with his son
of fifteen plodded back ON the drag to
where the watch fires smoldered and
Cyrus waited. It 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 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 a crutch. The folks in The Num-
bers said he would always need crutch,
unless he preferred a cork leg. When
the doctors from Wheatfeld and beyond
had decided upon amputation, @ yrus
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 Mum
bers blamed or excused her, according
to their natures or predispositions
"She didn't promise herself to Grip
pie" It's better TO live minated
than Unmatched" "She's like to go
all the way through the woods and take
up with crooked stick at last" eft
poor kind of love that 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 hands, in.
SEPARATION came to him as he watched
Jane laboring at her wheel, and he in.
vented 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' housekeepel
longer, s'pose, Cyrus, said she; "and
folks allus talks SO; so, thinks I, 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 youl
promise?"
Yes, Cyrus, I will if you insist upor
it." she answered"
"Jane and [, !" he said, speaking into
Mrs. Crocket's trumpet, care going
down to Wheatfeld this afternoon to bt
married"
Mrs. Crockett took in the Price farm OF
her way home, for fear her news WOULD
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 lucky
gell."
"Do tellp cried Agnes. "'Neve1
swan a goose so gray but what coult
find mate I always thought she hat
hankerin' after him. S'pose I shan
be asked to stand up with 'em What
fgger they'll cut when they 'peal
together I never could have borne tc
go limpin' along with man like that al
my days--it didn't look genteel."
"But they do say" continued hel
comforter, "how he's made a spowel
of money out of that machine Of
his hts jest like spinnin gold. Anc
they are talking about sendin' him tc
the Legislature, and then [ s'pose
Jane'll go too, and help represent. -
Harper's Weekly.