Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1890-07-04

taihef, 0no q EnaCA 1cr 1Nichen ftcuinH
&c his finger cnds," sneeHi MrA FrotL
'.Nothcrg' pleaded the girl.
"Now, Detscy. don't," said the farmer;
THAT aiu't fair. Isaiah 8 as good n
Young chap as ever stepped. And II
You'll Just remember. 1 was as poor as
any gypsy Of the lot when first we mar
ried. Deborah's my only child. and she
| shan't be tcased! Come here. Pussy. and
give the old father a kiss.
And the stormy February afternoon
darkened into snowy nigbtfall, and
| Debbv gazed w~istfully down the road.
wondering why her lover had not re-
turned.
ole has had time 70 SO to Marshall
! Hills and back twice. she said 10 her
self.
1T is strange. $ said Mr.. Trott. lisa
iah amt one 70 loiter, in general
didn't I tell you so. said Mrs. Trott.
you'll never sec neither Isaiah nor the
money again"
And when 8 o'clock came Mr.. Trott
put the horse into the old fashioned red
cutter and climbed resoluteiy IN the seat.
Lame or not lame said he, "Old
Whitefoot has got TO take me over TO
Marshall Hills tonight"
'lt's no use, said Mrs. Trott. dryly.
You'll find the bird has flown. lie can
pick up a foolish girl anywhere, but fifty
dollar bills ain't SO easy 70 get at.
Father. can't l go, too" piteously
urged Deborah, stung to the quick by
every malicious word and accent OF her
mother.
mo. daughter; no., said Mr.. Trott. 81
won't be long. And you're best Of at
home
lie drove away into the white veil d
flying snow, the bells ringing with a
mufled sound. and Old Whitefoot's
breath rising in y column Of steam
through the uncertain darkness.
"Isaiah;" said stout old Marshall Hill.
'Of course hes been here. Paid INC chat
there ffty-dollar interest money, and
! give him "a receipt four good hours ESQ
Amt he got home YETI
And Thomas Trott scrambled once
: more into Tie sleigh and drove rapidly
away.
Upon q dreary side hill, where TO the
. left q steep precipice extended almost
perpendicularly downward, ard a fir
clothed slope seemed 10 reach upward to
: tho right. Old Whitefoot stopped sudden
? ". Thomas Trott caught up his WHY
with energy.
: That's the second time you've done
u it, old fellow!' cried he. "NOu ahieI
lust so when we came by before.
, But all in vain the whip descended
Whitefoot stool with hristling nanc. dis
~ tended nostriis and four feet firmly i'm
~ planted il tie SNOW, obstinatoly reiusiu
~ to proceed. ,
les Il declare" cried the farmer, ~scratct
60 ing his puzzled head, iii was abeIie'e
in such things, 1 should Almost thin
:, Whitefoot saw % ghost
u. At that moment there came Il bril-
lull in the storm and tempest, and 6
u Farmer Trott sat there he heard 4 groal
at amt the old pine tree creakipe
lcA said he. 'ro- yct it amt the wind. i
- something human"
50 And elraining his eyes through Il
~ snow illuminated darkness he saw
figure crouchcd In acrcyice OF rock la
way down the steep precipicp, ciingir
III to cluster Of stunted savin bushes.
W. "Helpr' it cried fcehly. Help! help
"Bless mel! said Farmer Trott, al
our ISAIAH
80 And so it was, Plodding h0mewal
- from his erraud. his foot had slipped
the storm AMI darkness. and falling la
''0' way down the hill, he had broken i
leg and badly bruised himself, only
~ Gaping from d still more disastrous f.
'ee by holding desp arately 10 the sayin root
{ 81 don't know what I should ha
olo done if you had not heard my voice
ofe said 10. Il could not have held
much longer
ohe "And YOU may thank old Whitefc
for that" said AIr. Trott, as ne help
one Isaiah into tie sleigh. He'd a-stopp
see on tue way down if l would nave
~ him.
So Isaiah Blackburn reached the
iE' farm house safely ut last, where Deb
.psS and her mother were anxiously sitti
~ up. ard told his tale.
~ Mrs. Trott hurst into tears.
,iesS '.Isaiah, said she, Il spoke evil
"e' YOU, and I'm sorry for it.
And Deborah's blue, tear wet e
q" spoke al that was needed On her part
''l' They were married in the early spri
""i and Isaiah rented half of the Trott faI
'psi and lives in the wing Of the old hous'
uoi select tenement Of three rooms, with
'1i blue eyed wife.
i'N' II do believe. Debby, says her me
er, you've got the best husband in
He' world"
es al -. 80
.ah il "nii,,,, ! tan ro, sogr Amy panlo
in New York Ledger.
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