The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1911-11-30

| the farm mouse.
"And why not?" she asked, as she
| almost came to a pause.
well, according to my idea, it's 60
ing to rain and snow and blow and
hail, and when the storm does break,
she's going to be buster"
II wanted to go to the postoffice to
mail letter"
tits three miles there and back,
and If was you I'd put it off. Mebbe
somebody'll be passing that you can
send by. Tomorror's Thanksgiving,
you know, and We are going to have
the awfulest, biggest, incest dinner
anybody ever sat down to. It's in
your honor, you know. Therell be a
turkey, duck and chicken; therell
be cranberry sass, pumpkin pies, cur
rant jell, sweet cider and apple dump
Inns; therell be"
II think I'll just walk a little ways,
anyhow" said the girl, as she opened
the gate and passed down the high
way toward the village and the rail-
road depot.
"And If you come home as wet as
hen don't say l didn't warn We. It's
going to come, and it's going to be
a buster"
Half an hour later middle-aged
woman with motherly face and
voice came out on the steps and
asked:
PA, do you reckon it's goin' to
Storm"
"Sure as ducks"
where's Minnie?"
20, she's gone for a santer I give
her warning. What's she wantin' to
mail letter for? l hain't mailed
letter nor got one in twenty years,
and I guess I'm about as we'll off as
must folks. was going to ask her
but forgot It,"
Don't you ask her word about
It," cautioned the wife as she came
down to him. II guess Minnies got
something on her mind, but it haint
none O. your business"
"Something on her mind, Ell? That's
funny. Didn't know that girls ever
had anything on their minds except
new clothes. Is that why she come
visiting us all Of a sudden?"
None O. your business! I guess
my own sisters daughter can come
and see me any time she takes a no.
tion, and that without writing ahead
What's on her mind, as nigh as l can
make out, Is about young man.
They are engaged, and they've had a
falling out, and she's sorter run away
from him to find out If he really cares
for her."
"And she's got scared about it and
has written him letter to tell where
she is?" queried the husband.
Go on! It's probably a letter to
her ma, though I didn't see it nor ask.
l 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 tidgeting 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 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 a roadside tree. She re-
manned there until the gale began to |
whip the branches of, and then let go |
her hold and ran for it.
She hadn't gone quarter Of a mile |
when, as she crouched and covered |
her face, she was struck by falling !
limb and knew no more.