The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-12-03
stable and REQUIRED constan. bolster.

Though Paxton might be, as Louisa
M. declared him, the evilest OF Adam 9
brood, it hurt Fields to see the hand
some young fellow going about the
village with drawn face and downcast
eyes.
"Im a losin' fesh!" he complained
to his daughter. Tibet Teller hes got
away with my appetite. "I'd rather
go ragged ez a picked buzzard than
keep this up. I'd feel a heap better,
Louisa NJ, to mark tibet last lot o.
calicoes up little"-but under his
daughters chastising eye he drew a
tagging breath.
you leave things to me-" com.
manded Louisa NJ. "You don't know
anything about business, pappyl We
nre only turning his own blade against
Paxton. He deserves to fail! He
came here year back honeying round
and never saving he was looking for a
place to locate. l was nice to him. l
used to talk to him free as air, never
suspicioning he was aiming to do my
own father up" Her voice choked.
She had paled under her coppery skin.
and her wet eyes were like violets
that tremble open in swart March
bank.
Finally along toward the summer
the end came. Paxton assigned for
.thegood ofhis creditors. Alawyer from
Burksvile came TO take charge of
things and the steamboat landing
was deserted, IA men gathered in
rield's store to discuss the happenings.
The river was sinking and traffic was
nearly suspended. Cows grazed on
the sun-burned pastures OF the lower
hills. Tan.colored hogs idled about
the paveless streets. and children of
corresponding tint OF complexion
played shrilly on the perilous river
slope.
"Wa'al, he 'peared likely young
rooster"
"Yaas. Erthough Pm Jest ez willin'
he busted. K'ntucky fer K 'ntuckians,
says I. I'm pertectionis' every
time don't keer nothin' bout tho
platform" Fields, listening to this
acute philosophy, suddenly cut in,
his broad face curiously sunken.
"Confound 1T, | say, a fair chance
fer every one" He stopped to pad
his brow with punched red handker-
chief, his views shortened by two cir
cumstances. He had remembered
that Louisa M. was somewhere in the
back OF the store. and just then, too,
a throng OF men had opened to admit
young fellow who came across the
porch at run, his hat off,
"SayW he painted, the exhilaration
OF bad news in his face, "why say!"-
did any OF ye hear about Paxton.
He's went to work and shot hisse'f
That teller from Burksville was talkin'
to raft OF us outside Paxton's store
and we heered rifle 60 off up steers
in Pnxton's room, and hetore up thar
and busted in the door and-Lord!
wait till get my breath!-I got it
from Smith thet-"
There was little sound behind the
huddle of men, sound like a sharp
breath and clatter OF tin and q
heavier resonance.
liz front of the mola sses barrel an
overturned quart measure and long
nosed funnel rolled on the bare floor
in lessening arcs. Nearby in thegloom
OF the inner apartment something had
fallen, something which looked like u
limp heap OF pink calico, and which as
Fields lifted it trailed flaccid arms,
its little neck letting the head back in
a sickening way OF lifelessness.
Outside the sunshine lacquered the
river with a milky gleam. Adelicious
blueness misted distant hills, and near
by Fields store blueiay flashed its
wings, uttering rasping cries. Two
men coming up the road were laughing
as they sauntered along-one, an eld-
erly person, mopping his face.
"You scared ms out of years
growth, just the sameW he said. l
knew you were acknowledgements,
and when that shot rang out-I-well
l naturally thought you had done for
yourself. l went up those stairs four
steps at q time, shouting to those fell
lows below o run for DOCTOR"
Paxton gave rather grim smile.
"Ibelieve you're disappointed thatit
was only a chicken hawk was firing
at!' he said. "Mrs. Wick had Just
called to me from tho back yard to
shoot it. She's been missing pullets
lately.
$50 you let go. Say, Paxton, some
thing must be the matter down Mt
fields! Lcok! isn't that Fields cross
ing the road? He's carrying--it looks
like woman!"
Fields lived opposite his store in q
white cottage. Paxton, staring ahead.
caught vanishing glimpse of the old
mans clumsy figure, his arms over
flowing with the spring-like freshness
OF Louisa Ms gown.
"Hello!" said a fellow on the skirts
Of the little group OF men at the store
steps, as Paxton strobe forward.
"Yeh amt hurried then? What's tibet?
Oh. about Fields-why, it's Louisa NJ.
She's q little iainty, / believe. Some
OF them fool-boys ken in and blurted
out about you bein'-waal, the boy
unly told what he heered-I don't
blame hin-but Louisa M. she just
swouned agin the meriasses barl and
Uncle Jimmy he"
But Paxton was not listening any
longer. He had crossed the road and
gone up the path to Fields front
door, and he had gone with SO vague
n generalization that when Fields
himself numbered toward the thresh-