Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-12-05

Happy for him that he did not fall be-
wildered on the prairie, as many another
| poor wayfarer did on that fatal night
40 1T was, his VITA rnnet moods give
up the vain little searches she had been
making in the neighborhood of the
| shanty. She had now sick husband,
with frozen hands and feet and, face to
care for. Every minute the thermom-
eter fell lower and lower. and all the
heat the little cook-stoye N Jones
shanty could give would hardly keep
them from freezing.
| Burton had stayed upon that forty
acre lot all day, waiting for chance to
shoot his old partner, Jones. He had
i not heard of the arrival of Jones wife,
and SO he concluded that his enemy had
proved o. coward and had left him in
possession, or else that he meant to play
| him some treacherous trick on his way
| home.
So Burton resolved to keep sharp
| lookout. But he soon found that i'm
possible, for the storm was upon him in
all it's fury. He tried to follow the path,
but he could not find it.
| Had he been less of frontiersman he
must have persisted there, within fur
long of his own house. But in endeav-
oring to keep the direction of the path
he heard a smothered cry, and then saw
something rise up covered with snow
and fall down again. He raised his gun
to shoot it, when the creature uttered
another wailing cry so human that he
put down his gun and went cautiously
| forward.
It was child.
He did not remember that there was
such child among all the settlers in
Newton. But he did not stop to ask
questions. He must, without delay, get
himself and the child, too, to a place of
safety, or both would be frozen.
So he took the little thing in his arms
and started through the drifts. And
the child put its little icy fingers on
Burton's rough neck and muttered
"papa !" And Burton held her closer,
and fought the snow more courageously
| than ever.
He found the shanty at last, and rolled
the child III buffalo robe while he made
q fire. Then, when he got the room g.
little warm, lie took the little thing upon
his knee, dipped her aching fingers in
cold water, and asked her what her name
| was.
"Kitty," she said.
Kitty" he said, land what else ?"
Kitty" she answered, nor could he
find out any more
"Whose Kitty are you?'
" Your Kitty" she said. For she had
known her father but that one day, and
now she believed that Burton was he.
Burton sat up all night and stuffed
wood into his impotent little stove to
keep the baby from freezing to death.
Never having had to do with children,
he firmly believed that Kitty, sleeping
snugly under blankets and buffalo robes,
would freeze If he should let the fire sub
side in the least.
As the storm prevailed with unabated
fury the next day, and as he dared
neither to take Kitty out nor to leave
her alone, he stayed by her all day and
stuffed the stove with wood, and laughed
at her droll baby talk, and fed her on
biscuit and fried bacon and coffee.
On the morning Of the second day the
storm had abated. It was forty degrees
cold, but, knowing that somebody must
be mourning Kitty for dead, he wrapped
her In skins, and with much difficulty
reached the nearest neighbours house,
suffering only frost-bite on his nose by
the way.
"That child said the woman to
whose house he had come, "is Jones's,
seed 'enl take her olte1 the wagon day
before yesterday"
Burton looked at Kitty in perplexity !;
then he rolled her up again and started
out. Travelling like mad" the woman
said as she watched him.
When he reached Jones's he found
Jones and his wife sitting in bitter
wretchedness by the fire. They were
both sick from grief, and unable to
move out of the house. Kitty they had
given up for buried alive under some
snow-mound. They would find her when
spring should come and melt the snow
covering off.
When the exhausted Burton came in
with his bundle of buffalo-skins they
looked at him with amazement. But
when he opened it and let out the little
Kitty, and said:
Here, Jones. is this yer Kitty 2"
Mrs. Jones couldn't think Of anything
better than to scream.
And Jones got up and took his old
partners hand and said Burton, ole
fellow p and then choked up and sat
down, and cried helplessly.
And Burton said: Zones, Gle fell
low, you may have that forty-acre
patch. It came mighty nigh maxim
me the murderer Of that little Kitty's
father"
Ono! you shall take it yourself, -
cried Jones, "ifI have to go to law to
make you
And Jones actually decided his inter
est III the forty acres to Burton. But
Burton transferred it all to Kitty.
That is why this part Of Newton is
called to-day Kitty's Forty
Individuality OF the Horse.
One thinG c11riO11s and irterestin O.