The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1911-11-30

has written him letter to tell where
she is?" queried the husband.
Go on! It's probably letter to
her ma, though l didn't see it nor ask.
| hope she didn't start for town. It's
going to storm for sure, and there
hain't but one house on the road
where she could find shelter. Look
down the road and see if you can see
her"
Cant see hide nor hair Of any girl"
reported Uncle Robert after going out
to the highway and taking long look,
An hour later, with both uncle and
aunt fidgeting about their girl visitor,
the gray afternoon had become twi.
light. In Is minutes there was cold
rain and lively hail, and Uncle Rob-
ert was blown into the kitchen
Miss Minnie had reached town and
mailed her letter and started back
again when the storm broke. Before
it came she thought she could make
out a human figure on the road ahead
of her, but wasn't sure.
The very first gust picked her up
and turned her around and deposited
her under roadside tree. She re-
manned there until the gale began to
whip the branches off, and then let go
her hold and ran for 1t.
She hadn't gone quarter of mile
when, as she crouched and covered
her face, she was struck by falling
limb and knew no more.
It was the dim sight of the girl and
the scream she uttered when hit that
sent the man who was clinging to the
roadside fence back into the highway.
He mt over the unconscious form and
picked it up and staggered back to the
fence and followed it until he saw a
light and found the gate of farm
house.
His lusty calls for help soon brought
out man, and the senseless burden
was carried into the house and re-
ceived by woman.
Il don't know who she is, but
found her in the road" explained her
rescuer. There is blood on her hair,
and | think she was struck down."
Wen do all we can replied the
man and woman together, but you
mustn't look for much. We are mighty
poor folks. We hain't got no cam
phor nor whisky, and as for getting a
doctor out from town--it can't be
done tonight"
The girl was carried into the only
bedroom and |, id on the only bed, and
when her wet clothing had been re-
moved and she was between the
sheets, the woman got cloth and a
basin of water and washed away the
blood and whispered to the stranger:
Il don't think she's bad hurt. She's
Just tainted away with the scare of it.
When she opens her eyes III tell her
TO 90 tG sleep, and she'll be all right
in the morning"
do you think it's some young ladn
from the village?" asked the stranger
of the farmer as they talked in whis-
pers in the outer room.
mo, don't reckon so. | reckon it's
that new girl that arrived at Turner's
a few days ago. l saw her going to-
wards the village two hours ago"
Arrived at Turner's. Say, man, are
you sure? Is it strange girl to the
neighborhood?"
I've heard say it was Uncle Bob's
niece, and that she come from the
city. What ails you, stranger? Does
this storm upset you?"
1t wasn't the storm. Percy kincaid
had quarreled with the girl he loved
and had asked to be his wife. 1t was
about nothing, almost, as most lovers
quarrels are, but pride on either side
held off reconciliation until the low
er finally learned that Miss Minnie
had gone on a journey and left nc
word for him.
She was going to spend Thanksgiv'
ing week in the country. Within two
days she had relented; within three
he was making every effort to locate
her, that he might patch up peace.
He had succeeded. He was going to
throw himself on her mercy and ask
Uncle Robert for a place at his
Thanksgiving table.
The storm grew fiercer as the night
advanced. When another day came
even the cattle could not face the
storm nor man move from his door. II
was Thanksgiving day. At Uncle Rob