Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-08-04
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copyright. 1901. Daily Story Pub. Coz
The Young man stood leaning upon
his muzzle-loading rife, with his yide
nat pughed back His white forehead
was wr,nkled and there was pain III ms
ewes. Around him rose the Scared
preeinitious cliffs OF the Cumberland
mountains of southern Tennessee. lie
was of the angular, active monntalneeI
tyne. sln-browned and muscular, Dig
footed and big-hsnded, abstemious, re-
ligious and fierce.
Two hundred feet below him stretched
a narrow. smiling valley, or cove.
He was a "Cogite." SO was the Sifi
with him. She sat ON d rock near am
and her blue calico sun-bonnet was
thrown canelessly upon the gr2eai.
Down her plump shoulders fell masses
of tawny hair. In her cheeks the req
blood flowed and ebbed. In one mo
ment SIZE was fOrid, in the next smoot'-
~ pale Her brown eyes glanced a.
the man furtiyely now and then, eas
mostly they were turned to the rocky
ground. they had been lovers TOT
three wears. these two. Their marriage
had been delayed until the man was
able to stock a small farm that mad
come To him from his father. He had
done so and the wedding day had been
set Then the trouble came.
Them agints hev bin mos boda-
ciously snoopin' roun hyah IT more
a week" he said in reference TO gov
eminent revenue men. Theys three
on 'em an them en- git 'nough help ter
patch hell a mile in Tracy City. l
Eachully knows they mean fer to make
a raid tight away. Now, what we uns
goin ter do? Tibet gifts me-.
The girl shifted uneasily upon the
rock, clasped and unclasped her myers,
and then looked at him squarelY.
Lou amt got nothin ter do with It,
Bill" she said anxiously. Its dad $
still. / knowed they'd ketch him
some tine. You en- stan ont in tn
yahd an' smell tn stuff a-cookin Don |
go an git inter no fight bout 1t. we
uns has waited a long time.
"Yass," he answered slowly, but he's
yo' DAD. He's a mighty OF man ter be
locked up. An yo' mammys Of too.
We uns jus couldn't be peaceful, with
him in tn pen tenshyry faint no use
ter think bout fight. It's one-man
still an folks roun' hyar amt goin ter
git shot up ter keep oil Anse out n
trouble. The OFFICERS is sho' comm
ter-night. I'll be ter 20 place, but
what good I'm goin' ter do the Lord
God he only knows. 1t gifts me-"
They walked down the perilous de-
clivity with free assured strides.
Young Carr did not extend to the girl
did mead il
Born amid the mountains, her tread
was the tread of the wild goat. light
and sure. They entered the door OF a
one-storied three-roemed log house,
set with its back against a small pre-
cipice In the bare front yard UNI
calmly chickens scratched and clucked
There were no flowers about the house,
nor any green sod, though it was
spring time and the scent OF wild
flowers was strong on the breeze. In
the Kitchen a woman, yellow and
careworn, was preparing dinner, for
it was nearly noon. Old Anse Grisom
proprietor, was not to be seen The
woman smiled sourly.
Bin sparkin' all mornin?" she ask
ed with heavy playfulness It'll be
big load off'n my min when you uns
gifts hitched, S'manthy."
The girl did not answer, but busted
herself in making the table ready
Carr, placed his gun in corner, sat
down and said:
It'll be big load off'n our minis
too, nanny, but / dunno when it's
goin' ter be lifted. TIL agints is COM
in sho''
The old woman slammed the stove
door vigorously as she replied with
some asperity:
well, they bin hyah befo an they
went again. they amt foun nothin'."
This hyah time Carr said gravely,
"they know som'p'n. Thet's what a
man tibet knows one on EN- toll me.
reckon he's right
Old Anse. huge and gaunt, with red
hair and beard literally sprinkled with
white. entered through rear door and
said "Howdye. Howdye" When told
the news he slowly filled a corncob
pipe, lit it and pulled with gravity.