Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1888-11-17

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thought of her husband she could not bind.
CHAPTER V.
About four clock the rain ceased falling, and
Mrs. Cutting began to look for her husband. AS
the early evening, dusk and damp, closed in and
no Mr.. Cutting came, Mrs. Cutting became in
tensely anxious about him. Where could he be?
When she thought of his reckless and angry mood
when he went away with the gun, chill ran over
her. Suddenly the thought occurred to her that
he might have started home and lost his way in the
dark, being, as she knew he was, partly intoxi-
Gated. Then she thought of the stream running
through the gap which she knew must by this time
be swollen to an angry, rushing little river. But
what could she do? He had taken the horse she
rode. The other horse was young and wild, and
besides it was dark as pitch. Still something seemed
to tell her she must go. So she got the lantern
and Lit it, found her waterproof and rubbers, and
wrapping her wounded forehead in a Elarge hand
kerchef, she donned her wraps, turned the lamp
low and went 10 the barn to get the young horse,
for if it were possible she must ride, the road being
rough and muddy, and the hollows filled with water.
The horse was more easily manage than she had
her journey.
Her only light was the light cast around her by
the lantern she carried, and the only sound that
reached her ear was the gurgle of some tiny river
rushing over it's newly made bed and an occasional
shower of rain-drops shaken from their perches on
the boughs above by some sudden breath OF wind.
On she went; very slowly at times, for the road
was rough at best and was now washed out badly,
keeping constant lookout for the outlines of a
horse and rider coming toward her. At last she
reached the Gap. All was as dark as midnight,
save the rays of light falling from the lantern, but
the noise of the rushing waters told her that the
stream must be dangerously high. While she was
trying to urge the horse she rode nearer the waters
edge, the well-known neigh of the horse her hus-
band had ridden reached her ear from the other
side of the stream and sent at the same time ray
of hope and feeling of fear to her heart.
"Isaac!" she called loudly, but the foaming
waters seemed to mock her. ''Isaacl" she called
again with all her might, care you thereY' Still
no answer. 'Isaac! Isaac! Isaac!" she called
again, straining her voice to its utmost pitch The
familiar neigh of the horse, little Closer perhaps,
seemed to tell her that Mr.. Cutting not there,
so she called the horse. He answered her each
time but would not come across AS the horse
she rode would not 90 any closer to the waters
edge, she dismounted and after tying him to tree
she lifted her skirts high about her feet, went as
close as she dared to the waters edge, and, rails
ing the lantern high above her head, she could see
the horse across the stream and after peering into
the dark at him some moments she could see that
. he was riderless. Terror struck her heart. Had
Mr.. Cutting in fit of passion used the murderous
weapon he had taken away in the early afternoon
on some fellow-man, and was he in the city jail?
Or had he started home and in drunken stupor
fallen by the wayside? Or, had he made an at
tempt to cross this muddy, rapid stream In the
dark and been carried away with it?