Iron County register., 1898-12-08

Might as well n staid out west as ter
come on here to git rid o. cyclones" re-
marked Mrs. Perry. II reckon we
fetched 'em back with us"
wall, I'm mighty thankful we hedn't
no live stock in that barn" said her hus-
band. "Pd'no, though, but we've lost
old Ruth. 1 found her with couple o.
kittens up on the haymow yisterdy. I
meant to a drowned 'em, but it slipped
my mind. What's that?" and approach
| ing the object in question he found it
to be the remains of a very small gray
kitten. I'VE shall miss old Ruth, she
was such good mouser.' he added.
Then his little daughter, Susie, began
softly calling: "Ruthie, Ruthie, kitty,
kitty, kitty!" while her gentle blue eyes
filled with tears. In a few minutes,
however, there came slowly creeping
out from under the woodshed an old
| three-colored cat with a black kitten
| in her mouth.
Luther was obliged to borrow Mrs.
Perry's wagon to take Sophy home, and
on the way they counted five great
barns that lay like huge plies of kind
| ling wood by the roadside.
I've been all up'n arms bout ye!" ex-
claimed Mrs. Goodwin, as she came
running out al the sound of wheels.
But father said. of course, you'd drove
| in somewhere's."
| The Goodwin home, fortunately, was
on the outer edge of the storm, and SO
knew little of its fury.
81 must hurry home and see f moth
er's all right" said Luther, adding
something in low voice to Sophy, at
which she blushed and nodded. When
he had driven away she said:
Il guess I've spoilt my hat, an I'm
'fraid my dressll cookie. What did faith
er say? 1 s'pose f I'd been killed he'd
thought twas judgment for going
Sunday night
Law, child! He never said word.
He allus sot sight by the Sargents.
Never mind your hat, it's ben done over,
'taint's f twas new. Now run right up
stairs and take off them damp clothes.
| I've got a fire in the kitchen to dry 'em
by. The tea kittIe's bilin' an I'm go;='
to fix you up some hot drink"
| When Sophy came down, wearing her
second best dress, with a bright new
ribbon at her throat, the boys were just
coming in with their foaming pals Of
milk.
"Whew, Soph!" exclaimed Sam,
"what We dressed up so for, jest bed
| time?''
Bet her beau's comm back, les
watch" slyly whispered Dick, as Mrs.
Goodwin looked into the parlor to see
if there was plenty of oil in the big
lamp.
| Luther found that his house was not
in the path of the cyclone, and, save for
uneasiness OH his account, his mother
had not been disturbed by it. So, after
giving Charlie his supper, and hurried
| ly doing the chores, he hitched Fan into
the old wagon and drove back to finish
out his call on Sophy, as he told his
mother. That good woman said to her
self. as she locked up and went to bed,
at early candlelight: II YUM, f he
hain't started out'n airnest!"
Sam and Dick slept in the open cham
| ber, and long after they were supposed
to be sound asleep they crept nolseless-
ly down the back stairs, tiptoed across
the kitchen and out round the corner of
the house, under the parlor windows,
but the green paper shades were down
tight, and reflected no shadows. Softly
the boys stole upstairs again and tum-
bled into bed.
How sho'd you like to be ridin' out
with your gal, an git letched in cy-
clone?" giggled Sam. Guess we'd got
ketched in a cyclone f dad'd knowed
t we'd been in swimmin' Sunday
night" answered Dick. "Our Soph's
got a feller, IS true's you live" yawned
Sam, and dropped off to sleep.
Sam was right in his surmises, for
Luther continued to spend his Sunday
evenings with Sophy.
One afternoon, when his mother and
sister had gone strawberrying, the
mschievous Dick went into the parlor
and punched hole in the paper curtain
at the window next the orchard. The
next Sunday night the boys climbed
out on the roof of the shed. dropped
down into the grass, and crept along to
the parlor windows. For about Is min.
utes they took turns peeping in through
the hole. in the curtain, but the couple
inside were simply conversing in a very
staid and proper manner.
There they set, straight's two sticks,
one on one side o the room. an one on
t'other!" impatiently. exclaimed Sam.
This hain't no fun. Come on! Les 60
back to bed
Luther had said to Sophy: THE
hot weather's takin' holt O. mother
more'n common this year. but guess
she can git along whilst the Fourth"
Mrs. Abe Johnson, the nearest neigh
Dor, as soon as she heard the news,
dropped in to talk it over. Pears to
me they've made quick work on's." said
she. Guess Luther's maxim up lost
time. S'pose his mother needs help in
haydn. You're pleased with it, hain't
ye?" and she drew melancholy sigh.
Il guess anybody'd be proud to git
into that family" answered Mrs. Good
win, with a toss of her head. "One O.
Luther's great grandsires on his moth
er's side was governor O. the state"
And poor little Mrs. Johnson sighed
again, for she had an only daughter,
too, and hers hadn't married we'll"
On the glorious Fourth of July. So
ply, in pretty white muslin dress
and a white leghorn hat with white rib |
Dons and a long white feather, came |
out to meet Luther. who had just driven |
up with Charlie. whose proudly arched |
neck bore the waviest of names. The |
buggy had been repaired by honest |
Zeke Felch, the wheelwright, who had |