Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1890-05-28

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He has had time to 90 to Marshall
Hills and back twice" she said to her
self.
1T Is 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"
Trott put the horse into the old-fash-
Toned red cutter and climbed resolutely
on the seat
Lame or not lame" said he, ''Old
Whitefoot has got to take me over to
Marshall Hills tonight"
Its no use," said Mrs Trott, dryly.
You'll find the bird has flown. Heca
pick up foolish girl anywhere, but
fifty-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 accent Of her
mother.
mo, daughter; no." said Mr. Trott
81 won't be long. And you're best of
at home"
He drove away into the white vail of
flying snow, the bells ringing with q,
muffled sound, and Old Whitefoot's
breath rising in a column of steam
through the uncertain darkness.
''Isaiah?" said stout old Marshall
Hill. ''Of course, he's been here. Paid
me that there fifty-dollar interest money,
and l give him a receipt four hours ago.
Amt he got home YETI"
And Thomas Trott scrambled once
more into the sleigh and drove rapidly
away.
Upon dreary side hill, 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
whip with energy.
That's the second time you've done
it, old fellow!' cried he. "You SHE'D
just so when we came by before" .as
But all in vain the whip descended.
Whitefoot stood with bristling name,
distended nostrils, and four feet firmly
implanted in the snow, obstinately re-
fusing to proceed
II declare" cried the farmer, scratch.
ing his puzzled head, '1f was be-
lever in such things, should Almost
think Whitetoot saw ghost"
At that moment there came q brief
lull in the storm and tempest, and as
Farmer Trott sat there he heard Rroan.
ut amt the old pine tree creaking, +"
said he, nor yet it amt the wind. It's
something human"
And straining his eyes through the
snow-illuminated darkness, he saw q
| figure crouched in crevice of rock halt
way down the steep precipice, clinging
to cluster of stunted savin bushes
"Help!" it cried, feebly. ''Helpl
helpl"
BLESS mel'' said Farmer Trott SITS
our Isaiahp'
And SO 1t was. Flooding homeward
from his errand, his foot had slipped in
the storm and darkness, and falling hall
way down the hill, he had broken hi.
leg and badly bruised himself, only
escaping from a still moro disastrou.
fate by holding desperately to the savir
roots.
81 don't know what / should have
done if you had not heard my voice,
said he. 81 could not have held OF
much longer"
"And you may thank Old Whifefoo
for that" said Mr.. Trott, as he helped
Isaiah into the sleigh. He'd a-stoppeC
on the way down If would have le
him."
So Isaiah Blackburn reached the OLD
farm house safely at last, where Debby
and her mother were anxiously sittinI
up and told his tale.
Mrs. Trott burst into tears.
Isaiah" said she, 81 spoke evil O
you, and I'm sorry for it."
And Deborah's blue, tear-wet eye
spoke all that was needed on her part.
They were married in the early spring
and Isaiah rented half of the Trot
farm and lives in the wing of the ole
house, select tenement of three rooms
with his blue-eyed wife.
II do believe, Debby," says he
mother, you've got the best husband II
the worldp'
And Debby, playfully parodying he
mother, said:
Didn't teHyou so?"-Amy Randolph
in N. Y. Ledger.