The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1890-06-19

just remember 4 was as poor q any
gypsy Of the lot when first we married.
Deborah's my only child and she shane
be teasedl Come here, Pussy, and give
your old father kiss"
And the stormy February Afternoon,
oarkened into snowy nightfall, and
Debby gazed wistfuIly down the road,
wondering why her lover had not re-.
| turned.
He has had time to 90 to Marshall
HIS and back twice. she said to her.
ut IL strange" said Mr.. Trott
Isaiah amt one to loiter, in general. =
Didn't tell you sop said Mrs. Trott.
You'll never see neither Isaiah nor the
money again
And when nine o'clock came Mr..
Trott put the horse into the oid-fash.
Toned red cutter and climbed resolutely
on the seat.
Lame or not lame" said he, ssOld
Whitefoot has got to take me over to
| Marshall Hill Tonight y
ITS no use, said Mrs. Trott, dryiy.
You'll find the bird has flown. Hecan
pick up foolish girl anywhere, but
flfty-dollar bills amt SO easy to get at. .
Father, can't go, too?'. piteously
urged Deborah, stung to. the quick by
every malicious word and accentsof her
| mother. ~. ~
mo, daughter; no." said Mr. Trott.
II won't be long. And you're best of
| at home. 'ss-
He drove away into the white vail oil
flying snow, the bells ringing with a
muffied sound, and Old Whitefoots
breath rising in column Of steam
through the uncertain darkness
isaiah" said stout old Marshall
Hill. sOf course, he's been here, Paid
me hatthere fifty-dollar interest money.
and give him receipt four hours ago.
Amt he got home YETI"
And Thomas Trott scrambled once
more into the sleigh and drove rapidly
away. ----- 4 -4i-s--...-.
f Upon dreary side hin, where to the
left steep precipice extended almost
perpendicularly downward, and fir
clothed slope seemed to reach upward
to. the right, Old Whitefoot stopped sud-
denly. Thomas Trott caught up his
whipwith energy.
That's the second time you've done
It, old fellow!" cried he. .iYou SHE'D
just SO when we came by before,
But sll In vain the whip descended.
Whitefoot stood with bristling name,
distended nostrils, andfour feet firmly
| implanted in the snow, obstinately re-
fHsing to proceed a
dor1., al
ing his puzzled head, s.if: Twas o be-
lieverin such things I should Almost
think Whitefoot saw ghost"
At that moment there came brief
lull in the storm and tempest and as
Farmer Trott sat there he heard groan.
st amt the old pine tree creaking,' y
said he, nor yet it amt the wind. It's
| something human
And straining his eyes through tho
snow-illuminated darkness, he saw a
| figure crouched in crevice of rock half
way down the steep precipice, clinging
to cluster of stunted savin bushes.
"Helpm it cried, feebly. Help!
helpl''
BLESS me!' said Farmer Trott, sits
our Isaiahp
And SO it was. Flooding homeward
from his errand, his foot had slipped in
the storm and darkness, and falling half
way down the hill, he had broken his
leg and badly bruised himself, only
| escaping from still more disastrous
fate by holding desperately to the sayin
roots.
81 don't know what / should have
done If you had not heard my voice, Z"
said he. II could not have held on
much longer.
''And you may thank Old Whifefoot
for that" said Mr. Trott, as he helped
Isaiah into the sleigh. sHe'd a-stoppea
on the way down If l would have let
him."
1 So Isaiah Blackburn reached the old
farm house safely at last, where Dolby
and her mother were anxiously sitting
up and told his tale.
Mrs. Trott burst into tears. 49,.
Isaiah, said she,--sI spoke evil OF
you, and I'm sorry for it"
/ And Deborah's blue, tear-wet eyes
spoke all that was needed on her part
They were married IN the early spring,
and Isaiah rented half ofsythe Trott
farm and lives in the wing of the old
house, select of three rooms,
with his blue-eyed wife. 5==s.za...ss......
ii do belieye, Debby," says her
mother you've got the best husband in
the worldr' ~ -
And Dolby, playfully parodying her
mother, said; s
Didn't IteHyou so?"-Amy Randolph,
in N. Y. Ledger