The Russellville Democrat., 1892-05-19

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 Hmn@, sr, sekK my Innt has. ks* rre sse1 sAe hssie. sssia cynn- iaa ase gavssy Aasa fthey m1rs hiissa n Aasfare. Ypn knon bns they m stay gwnf s&onaeA tiN gon gst ip tle sassrm lf yaa saopsd snd my trm rsAae A&Fe < snmf to Mn mer= Ssne kss Nsw Carlisle, tfarke huety. Ono The ia<f vAss of Ae armzon was added al fhe top ~ her rs3. feF Mr. Martin mmA 4xxnx sl6 kmis dsmn the ridge.
 fle eA kneny grem ssse te ssse as he rwae aa, hus fer szsnse ksne he saw as&ax sD ekeise hs snsFsrseas. ae bad passed owsr nea r1y two- shs&s of the way dewn the moan sasn whsn he noAsnsa shas sofne ferns an& w sgwerx were torn up frsm sss e# bes1e she road. He 1snsansea3 and exam ines she wruna earMf1lly. It seeme.l to bm tkM ther~ wers ssxus of a struggle esme ams haa been dragged am8y Mbs hA8 ax frantieAlly to tAe v4ry wsesls There wprs indss- snes footprints too. bot the ground wAs hard nnd dry and the e soon eeNsea He 3etes msiaea so plaAh on to she tavern for hesp old Kate seemed As nnxiaas aa himself to nes oxeg she grouaa for sl.e wns headed townFl hama Sna.aen,y she exhib- sse1 a perverss sAessre to sf~ny mp nArrew path whsch led inio she mao8s asd arpand a spar of she hl Mr Martin erked her bride srsrumny, tat al so no par pose esA knse had sgss.l Aousssinx A@sisie Mse rnad which pieaAesi her. ard Der sensitive nose went hofanixing asnnng Inc waysssle shrshtery as shosxA sher~ wsre no sn9Fe Important matters gn hand
 Saa'senly sns gave a determined pull so the ssaek resn and heF teeth closed ca sonsetkiax which lAy h the center of sAe path Mr Martin sgrang to the groand aa3 reient. lsssly opetssl her unwilling mouth. The object was one of tAe gay checked laay apples whieh Joe had stoNed away ia hs FoTkes Il salsAenlY GAshsd upon Ms Martin thss Joe mast haee dropped shesn al the posnt where she path avesve3 from fhe road oH pnrpoae 10 attract old kases atsenfson Hs fsl. lowed the re.h sromnd the eiiF into q lonely xoFwe. at the he'd Df mhsek he aam a 8maa cabin.
 . oeeur to him that, # th4 robbers we~s within. fhesr riHes could ssnm&n3 the road but he did nos draw ap for thss antil he raachssl ths door le beat sigoreusiy upon 4 with a stick. and hs heara Joe answer from within
 isThe door is eke.l on the out side ] think yca vii ama the key under the door step
 There ls mAa. sare enough. The robbers bad lefs Joe locked here, and bad gone away with the more valuable par of their booty. They had tie.l she boy to the stove in the center of fhe room.
 They said they would build fire in it and roast me # l tired so get away
 "And if you did nod try you were 10 starve to death here, supposef'
 70, no, sirl" cried the boy. who, now released, had his arms around old Kate. II knew Kate w0uld come, but I did not think anyone else would be SO kind.
 ''But Kate could not have un. locked the door
 "Sbe could have kicked it in fl had bi l her do if, but 1 am glad you came. We will go right back to the tavern, and l can get those peacock feathers for your little girl
 The cabin was lined with rined trunks. Among them Mr. Martin saw the cowskin recovered, brass nail studded trunk of tho little bride Wrapping the brass candiesticka and the wedding certificate Id the quilted petticoat (the silver spoons were gone) he placed the bundle in front of Joe, who was mounted upon old Kate, and, walking briskly by his side, they reached the tavern just in time for dinner.
 That afternoon there was a regu lar levee at the statles. Old Kate received her friends, and Joe aud the other children of the tavern feasted her with lady apples until ii ! was feared the services of a Yetari. nary surgeon might be required be- fore morning.
 Patty Martin placed the peacock ] feathers over her mirror, and she never looked at the reflection of her pretty face beneath them without of plucky Joe. After old i Kate's death Mr. Martin persuaded 1 him to leave the services of the stage company and emigrate to the wilds of Ohio. He settled in a small but promising town called Cleveland, and if this were a loye story instead of a plain account of one of the incidents in the life of an old stager, we might tell how, on Patty's wedding day (which hap. 1 pened very queerly to be Joe's as well), Mrs. Dr. Stockstill made the happy pair present of the identi.