Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1876-02-04
prayed for d.ffvcrance.

prayed for drffvcrance.
The men evinced jocose familarit
the wom.n hard cruelty and resentme
as j; they saw violet growing far abo
,e heir abyss. Matters we're Incoming I
III ious. A bottle having circulated wi
visible effect on the spirits of the col
a pany, it was presented insoltntly
le Kitty. who rose to her feet, received
ID rude push. and was relieved of her pnrs
If All, port of safety! Mudflat safety loo
"a cd through the gathering darkness
II To her dismay the noisy persecuto
d followed fairly drying her from the cal
e in.
+ The low shore opposite seemed desel
$ ed only vacant coalyards and shippin!
Il with horrible lurking places in shadow
and the group approaching through tt
J. gates of the ferry house. The poor littl
l. wanderer fed, pursued by derisive lauc
; ter, until she reached q low. broa
r house on the waters edge, which bore o
e q sign board Lamb A brick walk DO.
/ dered with ancient box led up to tn
e sloping stoop where an old man stood i
: the door, which was painted green an
: divided in two halves. He was weather
bro.zed and bent, but his fee. haviDI
carried the impress of honest good ma
ture for eighty years, did noti fail Kitty
, who. choosing between two evils, ap
preached timid'y. The proprietor of th
Lamb (now advanced in muttonhoo
welcomed her, and summoned
hearty dime in crimpled cap. The.
could not send her home, but she nigh
remain oil night.
Seated on the hack porch with hi
pipe as the evening shadows shroudet
the harbor ard the great steamers surgel
rast, gemcd with red and blue lights
the old man told Kitty of the days wher
the giant city over yonder was mere
infant. He had kept tavern for forty
years since the time when green turf bor-
dered the river and lofty trees had nc
warning of progress The stubborn old
Lamb" had not yielded an inch, although
the quiet Of Its youth was disturbed by
iTon-tongued machinery. The box hedge
grew trinity erect the trumpet vines
clung to tho time-stained walls; twin
Lombary po:ulars guarded the gate as
in the days when the wind came laden
only with the sweetness Of clover fiel Is
The boys who used 10 frequent the
Lamb" of summer evenings to battle and
refresh themselves with spruce beer and
"bolivars" (the gingerbread ancestor of
the modern ''round heart had grown to
be care worn men. had even sunk into
quiet graves. while he sat smoking his
pipe. Every eddy in the current, every
inlet Of the neighboring shores. was fami-
liar to him and his prime boasted honest
yawls instead of modern light cockle-shell
craft. Thus the Past, older than his Gen.
tury, recalled the victories of the First
Consul, the evacuation of the red-coats,
the hero of New Orleans.
In this inn on the waters brink OF
Mudflat Ferry Kitty was foreign ele-
ment. II the Dutch family was the
smooth surfa"e Of the rock, solid and cur.
able, she was the sharp granite edge cut
into many angles. Excitement robbed
her OF sleep, although she had no; fallen
smong thieves. After she had retired to
"a large clean chamber, with paper fire.
board in the wide chimney and faded
portrait of Flemish cavalier on the wall,
she took her lamp to examine the paint
ed tiles of the hearth. ami leaned ont OF
4 window listening to the melancholy
plash OF the lie, in danger of being
claimed by the last peril Of that eventful
bay-fever and agio.
John hastencd back to the hotel, intend
ing to surprise Kitty by his speedy return.
The bird had flown. With wonder and
alarm he made inquiries No result. A
bell.boy had seen her 80 out at half.past
four. At eight O'Clock he telegraphed to
the friends in the suburbs. Kitty was
not there. At nine he sought the police
station, and intelligence of her disappear
ance flew all over town. At ten the fran
tic bridegroom paced the floor. At twelve
he sat, with head buried in his hands, the
picture Of despair. Patient waiting SEEM
ed the only course.
Next morning John, haggard with anx-
iety. stood in front of the hotel. A beau
tiful carriage lined with satin drew up. II
was like the chariot of fairy tales, and .
delicate lady was the occupant.
''She is not half as pretty ss my Kitty,
0roaned John. Just then an ancient and
rusty chaise, drawn by sorry gray
horse. and driven by an old man, apear-
ed. John sprang forward. KITTY sat in
The chaise beside beaming dame, who
lad made the journey to New York i"
The family vehicle of the Lamb Tavern.
The whole Cosmopolitan hotel might
smile sup"rciIioasly, but John shook
hands cordially with the old couple, put
lp" the gray horse, and insisted on invi-
ing theu to dinner.
Later the bride from Duckport laid her
lcad on his shOu der. and sobbed
"rake me home-wh.re l can't get
est"
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