Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1888-11-10
FROM THE CUTTINGS.
NELLIE BUR.
(Continued.)
CHAPTER ".

Ol1AIlEB ~,
The sun had gone to rest behind the western
hilltops and twilight shadows were gently closing
in his home from all the world around when Isaac
Cutting awoke from his unholy slumber.
He ate in sullen silence the supper his wife had
prepared and the tears that gathered, unbidden
in her eyes, when he angrily arose from the table
and threw his coffee out the door, mutering some
thing about ''slop,' only increased the logged
look on his face
The better part of Mr.. Cuttings nature wss al
most choked out of existence by rank growth of
the weeds of sef-love, selfwl and self-indulgence
but noteworthy incident in the chapter of his
life, brought him to sense of his lowered man
hood.
For short time after Mr.. Cuttings last visit to
town he stayed home, and Mrs. Cutting drove to
town and took care of the milk and butter inter
ests; but as the summer changed into early au-
tumn, Mr.. Cutting again began his visits to town,
and again began his visits home-intoxicated and
by the time the trees had cast their eafy garb, the
days were few when Mr.. Cutting did not make
trip to town, and they were almost as few when he
came home sober. He seemed to have given him
self up entirely to be a slave to strong drink.
Between Mr.. Cuttings home and the town to
which he so often went, was a pass between
mountain and rock, which was called ''The Cap"
The rock on one side rose abruptly to quite
height, while the mountain on the other side rose
gradually. Between this rock and the mountain,
coming abruptly into view around the corner of
the rock ran shallow stream, which after the
heavy fall and winter rains overlooked it's narrow
banks and rushed with great rapidty along its
rocky bed. The road from Mr.. Cutting farm led
over the mountain, crossed the little stream at its
foot, and joined the main road few hundred yards
farther on.
1t was after heavy fall rain, one morning. that
Mr.. Cutting sadded his horse and went to town.
1t was election day. Feeling ran pretty high be-
tween the two leading parties, and whatever other
charges might be brought against Mr.. Cutting, no
one could say he was not good politician.
The rain fell necessarily all that day. Mrs.
Cutting looked for Mr.. Cutting, but looked in vain
until nearly 5 O'Clock in the evening, when the
noise of hoofs coming rapidly up the muddy road
announced to the waiting woman the arrival of her
husband. A hurried glance at Mr.. Cutting told
his wife that something was wrong. An excited,
angry look was on his face, and his manner was
impatient and nervous. He did not stop to shake
the water from his coat, but hurriedly entered the
room, and the flush on his cheek and the fumes of
liquor on his breath told plainly enough the cause
of his excited look and actions.
He glanced around the room, and his eye rested
on his gun that stood in one corner, and he imme-
diately made a step toward it, but Mrs Cutting
was too quick for him. She grabbed the gun and
ran out of the room with it.
''Bring that gun back here!" shouted Mr., Cut
ting wrathfully.
But as the sound of retreating footsteps was his
only answer, he started in pursuit of his wife
She had not left the house, and he soon found
her, in the act of hiding the gun between two
feather-beds.
(To be continuedN
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