The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1902-01-02

"Yass," he answered slowly, "but
he's yo dad. He's a mighty OF man
ter be locked up. An you mammy's
oil. too. We uns JUS couldn't be
peaceful, with him in TIL pen'ten-
shyry. faint no use ter think bout
fight. It's a one-nan still, an folks
roun' hyah amt goin' ter git shot up
ter keep Of Anse out'n trouble. TIL
orf'cers is sho' comm ter-night. I'll
be ter yo' place, but what good I'm
goin' ter do the Lord God He only
knows. 1t gifts me-"
They walked down the perilous de-
cliyity with free assured strides.
Young Carr did not extend to the girl
a helping hand. She did not need it.
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-roomed log house,
set with it's back against small
precipce. In the bare front yard I'M
calmly chickens scratched and clucked.
There were no flowers about this
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, yell
low and careworn, was preparing din
ner, for it was nearly noon. Old Anse
Grisom, proprietor. was not to be
seen. The woman smiled sourly.
''Bin sparkin all mornin'?" she
asked, with heavy playfulness. eth
be a 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:
''Itll be big load otf'n our Minis
too, nanny, but l 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' moth
in"
"This hyah time" Carr said, grave.
~, they know som'p'n. Thet's what
a man tibet knows one on 'em tol' me
| reckon he's right"
Old Anse, huge and gaunt, with red
hair and beard literally sprinkled
with white, entered through a rear
door and said: "Howdye! Howdye!"
When told the news he slowly filled
corncob pipe, lit it and pulled with
gravity. jest a Whit ur two befo
eatin, mother" he remarked, apollo
getically to his wife. Then he said:
"Shaw! They amt nothin' ter be
Worried bout. How'd they uns know
bout tn still? / bin runnin it fl
two yeahs an they fellers bin piroot.
IN roun' hyah twenty times. Don't
git Uneasy 'nough ter shoot"
That night at ten o'clock, the
moon pouring streams of yellow radi.
ance which flowed down the noun
tain sides and filed all the "coves'
and ravines with light, clatter OF
hoofs. soundd up the rocky road and
six men drew rein in front of the
iouSN' ity
ran to the door and hammered il
with the butts of their Winchesters
"Open up. Anse!" they called. open
up!"
Grisom stepped to the door an6
threw it open. He held candle in his
right hand, was barefooted, was clae
in a long, home-woven night robe
and there was an excellent simula
ton of sleep in his old eyes. Carr
stood by him, fully dressed. The
leader of the agents took the candle
and moved it so that its light shont
about the rooms. He saw the rifle:
in a corner, and handed them to his
men. Then he laughed and said:
"All right, Anse. You're getting
sensible in your old age, | see. Wei
look around a little, l guess"