Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1896-01-10

IN the corner by the Adams pearmaln.
We could see the white front O. the
house from there, and us in the dark
shadow, and there was the gap handy,
that Amos could snip through at
pinch-you fenced it up yourself the
very summer that father died in the
fall. That night Amos was late an the
dew heavy, and no doubt 1 lost my
temper waitin' out there in the long
grass. We had words, know, an
reckon the tide ran far out while we
quarreled. Anyway, he left me in
wrath, an 1 stood there under the app
pie tree, longin' for 'en to come back
an make friends again. But the time
went on, an l didn't hear his foot
steps-no, nor his oars pullin' away
though hearkenin' with all my ears.
can then I heard terrible sound"
Miss Marty paused and drew the back
Of her hand across her dry lips before
i proceeding. ga terrible sound-a sort
| of low breathin', but fierce; an some
| thing worse, n suck-suckin' of the mud
below, an 1 ran down. Isuppose, in his
/ anger, he took no care how he walked
round the point (for he al'ays moored
his boat round the point out O. sight),
an went wide an was taken. There he
was, above his knees in it, and far out,
it seemed to me, in the light of the
young moon. For all his fghtin', he
! heard me, and whispered out o. the
4 dark:
"Little girl, it's got me. Hush!
| xl,,,s% e1,o,,t ~, %1,arsll NJ, al ,,o,,
"'Can't you get out?' l whispered
back
'"'No,' says he, I'm afraid can't I'M
less you run up to the linhay an fetch a
rope
ut was no more stayed to hear, but
7 ran up hot-foot to the linhay and back
inside the minute, with the wagon rope.
/ "'Hold the end,' he painted, and
throw with all your strength And
threw, but the rope fell short. Twice
again threw, but missed each time by
yard or more. He wouldn't let me
4 near the mud.
4 "Then l fell to runnin' to and fro
I on the edge of the firm ground, an sob
bin between my teeth because could
devise nothin'. And all the while he
was fghtin' hard.
"'I'll run an call father an Job,
says 1.
"'Hust zee now! Be you crazed? Do
! you want to let 'em know ALP
4 But it'll kill you, dear, won'tit?
"'Lillely it will, said he. Then, after
awhile of battlin', he whispers again:
= Little girl, don't want to die. Death
is a cold end. But l reckon you shall
save me an your name as well. Take
the rope, coil it as you run and hang it
back on the linhay, quick! Then run
you to the henhouse an bring me all
, the eggs you can find. Be quick and AK
no questions, for it's little longer can
hold up. It's above my waist he says
II didn't know what he meant, but
: ran for my life to the linhay and hung
up the rope, an then to the henhouse
could tell pretty we'll where to find i,
dozen eggs or more in the dark, an in
three minutes I'd CROPPED about an
gathered EN- in the lap O. my dress
Then back l ran. l could just spy en-
; q dark spot out there in the mud.
GLOW many?' he aXed, his voice like
rocks.
"a dozen, or near
"Toss 'em here. Don't come too nigh
an shy careful, SOS can CATCH
~ stepped down pretty nigh to the
brim O. the mud an tossed 'em out &c
: him. Three fell short in my hurry, bu1
the rest he got hold of somehow.
""That's right he calls, hoarse and
low; they'll think egg-stealin' natera
TO low familylike ourn. Now back tc
your room-undress-an' cry out, say
in there's man shoutin' for help down
'pon the mud; and, dear, be quick
When you wave your candle twice al
the window I'll shout like Trojan
3 "An' did it, Job; for the cruelty ir
a fearful woman passes knowledge. An
you rescued ZEN, an he went to gaol
For he said twas the only way. An
his mother took it as quite reasonable
that heY husbands son should take tc
the bad-'twas the way of all then
l Trudgeons. Father to son, they was OF
TO account. Egg-stealin' was just tn,
little hole-an'-corner wickedness that't
come material to en-
81 rec'lect now" said Job Lear, yer,
t slowly. "that the wain-rope was wet i
l my hands when I unhitched ZEN tina
night from the hook, an wondered
it bein' the end of a weeks dryth. Blu
: in the dark an the confusion o. savin
the wastrel'slife it slipped my thoughts
! else
!. elise you'd ha' wetted it wi the blood
o. my back, Job. But the ropes beer
frayed to powder this many year. An
/. you needn't look at me like that. Tn
past 60. an I've done my share of re
! pentin'. He didn't say if he was mar
l ried, did he?'-From 1.-THE Delectabl,
Duchy."
e. Didn't Worry Him.
r An old man and his wife were las