The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1876-10-12

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not see three feet ahead of him. II,
endeavored to follow the path which
he thought Kitty might have taken,
but it was buried in the snow drifts
Calling out to Kitty in his distress,
not knowing whittier he went, after
an hour Of despairing wandering, and
shouting, he came upon a house, and
after having raped upon the door, he
found himself face to face with his
wife, he having returned to his own
door in bewildcrment.
When we remembered that Jones
had not slept for two nights preceding
this one, on account of his quarrel
with Burton, and had now been beat
ing against the Arctic hurricane and
tramping the treacherous billows of
snow for an hour, we cannot wonder
that he fell over his own threshold in
Il state of complete exhaustion.
As it was, the wife must needs give
up the vain search she had been max
ing in the neighborbood of the shanty.
She had sick husband, with frozen
hands and feet and face, to take care
of Every minute the thermometer
fell lower and lower, and all the heat
in the little cooking stove in Jones'
shanty could hardly keep from freez-
ing.
Burton had stayed upon the forty
acre lot all day, waiting for a chance
to shoot his old partner, Jones. He
had not heard Of the arrival of Jones
wife, and he concluded his enemy was
a coward and had left him in posses
sion, or else meant to play some
| treacherous trick on his way home
So Burton resolved to keep sharp
| lookout, but soon found that impossi-
| ble for the storm was upon him in its
binding furry lie tried to follow
the path, but could not find it.
Had he been less frontier man
he must have perished there within Il
furlong of his own hut. He endeavor-
ed to keep the direction of the path
and soon heard smothcred cry, and
something rose up, covered with snow
| and fell down again. He raised his
gun to shoot it when the creature
again uttered another wailing cry, SO
human that he put down his gun and
went cautiously forward. 1t was a
child
He did not remember that there
was such child among all the settlers
at Newton. But he did not stop to
ask questions. He must without de-
lay get himself and the child, too, to
a place of safety or both would be froz-
en-. So he took the little thing in his
arms and started through the drifts
And the child put his finger on Bur-
tons rough checks, and muttered pa
pal" And Burton held her closely
| and fought the snow more vigorously
than ever.
lie found the shanty at last, and roll
led the child in buffalo robe, while
he made fire. Then when he had
got the room partly warm he took the
little thing upon his knee, dipping ner
aching fingers i'm cold water, and ask
ell what her name was.
kitty" she said.
kitty" said he, land what clse."
kitty she answered, nor could he
find out any more.
"Your Kitty she said. For she
had known her father but that one
day, and now she believed that Bur-
ton was her father. Burton sat up all
night and stuffed wood into the stove
to keep the baby from freezing 10
death. Never having anything TO do
with children, he firmly believed that
Kitty, sleeping snugly under the
blankets and buffalo robes, would
freeze if he should let the fire subside
in the least.
As the storm prevailed with unaba-
ted fury the next day, and as he dared
neither to take Kitty out, or leave her
alone, he stayed by her all day and
stuffed the stove, and laughed AT her
droll baby talk, and fed her on fried
bacon and coffee.
On the morning of the second day,
the storm subsidized. 1t was cold, but
knowing somebody must be mourning
Kitty for dead, he wrapped her up in
skins, and with much difficulty reach
ed the first neighbor's house, suffering
only frost bitten nose by the way.
"The child" said the woman, TO
whose house he had gone, is Jones;
| seed 'cin take her outcn the wagon
day before yesterday"
Burton looked a moment at Kitty
in perplexity. Then he rolled her
up again and started out, "Traveling
like mad" the woman said, as she
watched him.
When he reached Jones' he found
Jones and his wife sitting i'm utter
wretchedness by the fire, they were
both sick from grief, and unable to
move out of the house. Kitty they
had given up to be buried under the
snow mound. They would find her
when Spring should come and melt
the snow away.
When the exhausted Burton came
in with his buffalo skins, they looked
ut him i'm amazement. But he OPEN
oil IL and lot ont little Kitty and said.
"Hcrc, Jones, is your pet kitten9o
And Jones got up and took his old
partners hand, and said:
Burton, old fellow,' and then he
choked up, and then sat down and
cried helplessly.
And Burton said:
"Jones, old fellow, you may have
that forty acre patch. 1t came near
making me the murderer Of that little
Kitty's father"
No. you shall take il yourself"
cried Jones, 'if have to go to law to
make you"
And he actually decided his interest
of the forty acres to Burton. But Bur-
ton transferred it all to Kitty.
This is why this part Of Newton is
called "Kitty's Forty
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