Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-03-24

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Shaw was daughter 0i the mountain
brigbt-eyed curly-haired, fresh-iaced,
with rounded limbs and good digestion,
and ohla 10 shoot rife or ride horse
with tue best man In the country
score on more Of the young mountalneers
prdrsyored. in their nOmeiy fashion, 70
make Katy their sweetheart, but sue re-
pulsed them all. One hot August day,
when the little underground stream that
supplied the mOOnshlne Sill IN the cave
behind the thick laurel bushes on ocum
Gifts had run dry, and Crippled Bill ana
Bis partner had removed their business
10 secluded spring branch, where they
We're buslly engaged making rum" Lit
tie Kate sat on the rude porch whose roof
oyerhung the door Of her fathers cabin,
I busily engaged in spinning, singing IKE
+ lark meanwhile.
THE TRAVELLING ARTIST.
A man, young and strong limbed as
Hercules, wearing clothes whose texture
and co or were hidden beneath thick
coating OF dust, aud carrying light pack
on bis back, strobe up the mountain ROAD
/ which led from the NarrOws. He paused
for a moment in front OF Crippled BlPs
cabiu, cast an admiring glance at he girl
on the porch and then boldly Unmatched
the rude gate set in the paling fence
which enclosed the little garden and
marched up to the steps OF the porch.
Il beg pardon" be began. and Little
Kate dropped her distaf with frightened
cry and turned TO face the intruder with
flushed cheeks and eyes big with ap-
prehenslon. at is very dusty" con-
tinued the stranger, land | am thirsty.
Would you kindly give me drink OF
Watergv
"sartln' sure" answered Kate. "Pu
gin We a fresh drink from the spring"
and selling wooded pigeon which
stood on shelf beside the door
she ran quickly down the mountain
path leading to the spring, while the
stranger dropped his pack on the porch
and with grateful sigh seated himself in
the rush-bottomed chair which Kate had |
mOtiOned MIN to take.
"lf you have no objections" be said. |
when she returned with the water and /
prOfered him gourdful, which be drank /
In deep draughts, II will rest here awhile. /
have Travelled long distance and am |
very tired"
'Sit We thar, stranger, az long as ye
please" answered the girl, Hospitality. |
~ q are plump welcome"
he awaited himself of her permission
with thanks and when he began to talk
and his words brought up the pictures
she had heretofore seen only in her day
dreams she stopped her spinning and
drawing up her chair beside his listened
With eager interest.
CRIPPLED BILLS GUEST.
They were sitting there together when
Crippled Bill hODbled up, carrying a
brown jug of moonshine whisky in each
hand. At sight OF him the girl, with a
glad cry, jumped from the porch and ran |
down TO the gate. She threw ner arms
around the old mans neck and kissed !
him, whispering meanwhile that a
stranger man" bad come and was ''thar
on the pO'ch." the newcomer had fol-
lowed her down, and when Crippled Bill
looked up quickly, with frOwn on his
face. the young man raised his hat and
apolOgiZed for bis intrusion.
ppm an artist" he said, land my busi-
ness here is to make sketches OF this most
picturesque solitude"
Crippled Bin answered him grufly, de-
spite little Hates frOwning protest, but
the old man finally picked up the two
jugs Of whisky and walked toward the
house muttering something about "heyin'
no room 70 entertain strangers" He fol-
lowed Kate inside the house. The stran-
ger remained on the porch. Father and
daughter held whispered consultation
and presently Crippled Bill came out and
invited the young man to take cheer"
The latter had already introduced him.
self as Harry Morgan, artist, and when
he had told the old mOonshiner several
stories that tokled the latter nightly
and had listened patiently to Blll's run
ming account of MOrgan's raid and his
own wouEding by stray Federal bullet,
the two became quite good friends and
before Kate announced supper Harry
Morgan had prevailed upon Crippled Bill
10 allow him to occupy the little bed in
the loft and to eat at bis table until he
should have made sufficient number of
sketches OF the picturesque hooks on YO-
cum creek. The supposed artist remain
ed at Crippled BilPs cabin about three
weeks. lie sketcned every day and Kate
accompanied him on his trips as pilot, for
she knew every rare ingle and every fern
carpeted glen and every purling brook in
all that country. At night, after supper,
Morgan and the old mOonshiner would sit
on the porch smoking their pipes and tell
ing stories.
After her work was finished Kate would
come out and sit in the shadow with her
knitting, but it was either too dark to see
the stitches or she became interested in
the stories the two men told, tor she rare
ly did much work. One morning,
after breakfast, the young man shoulder
ed bis pack and baGe Crippled Bill and his
daughter goodbye. The old moOnshiner
would accept no pay for the young mans
entertainment, and Morgan, turning sud
denly, slipped a ring from his little finger
and, catching Rates hand, placed 1t on
her brown iOrehnger.
You will wear this to remember
me-" he said, and she, looking int his
face with moist eyes, answered, truth
fully:
II shall never forgit ye."
A REVENUE RAID.
The summer passed away and Bill, who
was always sOlicitOus for his little Kate's
henith, noticed that as the leaves on the
maple trees began TO golden and the oaks
were crowned with qulyering wells OF
crimson the roses in Kate's cheeks grew
fainter and her brown eyes always had
look ofeRger expectancy in them. He Sc
cretly determined to see a doctor about
her the next time he went down to the
settlement at Bangor, but before he could
put this plan into execution poor Kate
was past all doctors help. Beginning
from week after the artist left the girl
had made n journey every morning TO a
/ little glen which overlooked the read lead
| ing up IRON the NarrOws, and would cit
/ there on the messy rock for hours at
/ time, with her face turned toward YOeum
/ creek and her eyes on her knitting. On
/ this particular morning she went to the
same place and had hardly taken her pc
/ sition on the rock when she heard the hur-
ried tramp Of a body OF hOrsemen coming
UP the creek, and sprang forward, with
an eager, wistiul light in her eyes. sud
denly, as the approaching cOrtege swept
around bend IA the NarrOws, she utter