The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1911-01-17

SCAT! GO HOMER ORDERED THE LADY.
the length of the field. Then the vi
cious creature had appeared from be-
hind knoll in the pasture and, head
down and believing wickedly. had
rushed upon her. When the captain
reached the faroff fence the little girl
was lodging from one dwarf pine to
the next with the cow in pursuit. The
pines were few, and Bos'n was nearly
at the end of her defenses
"Help!" she screamed. ooh. uncle,
where are you? What shall dol?
Captain Cy roared in answer.
keep it up" he yelled. I'm aeon
in! Shoe, you everlastin' critter! I'll
break your back for you"
The cow didn't understand English.
it seemed, even such vigorous Eng
lish as the captain was using. Emily
lodged to the last pine. The animal
was close upon her. Her rescuer was
still far away.
And then the cemetery gate opened
and another person entered the pas
ture-a small person, woman. She
said nothing, but, picking up her skirts.
ran straight toward the COW. needless
of the latter's reputation and vicious
appearance. One hand clutched the
gathered skirts; in the other she held
a book
Don't be scared, DEAR" she called
reassuringly, then to the COW: stop
it! Go away, you wicked thing!'
The animal heard the voice and
turned Seeing that the newcomer
was only woman, she lowered her
head and paved the ground.
Run for the gate, little girl!' COM
manded the rescuer. run quick!'
Bos'n obeyed. She made a desperate
dash from her pine across the open
space and in another moment was safe
inside the cemetery fence.
"Scat! Go home!" ordered the lady,
advancing toward the COW and shak
ing the book at her as if the volume
was some sort Of deadly weapon.
aren't you ashamed Of yourself? Go
away! You needn't growl at me! I'm
not bit afraid of your
The growing was the muttered
below with which the cow was wont
to terroriZe her feminine victims. But
this victim refused to be terrorized.
Instead Of screaming and running, she
continued to advance, brandishing the
book and repeating her orders that the
creature Ego home" at once. The COW
did not know what to make Of it. Be
fore she could decide whether to
charge or retreat a good sized stick
descended upon her back with a
"whack" that settled the question.
Captain Cy had reached the scene of
battle.
Then the rescuer's courage seemed
to desert her, for she ran back to the
cemetery even faster than she had
run from it. When the indignant cap
tain, having pursued and chastised the
cow until the stick was but a splin-
tered remnant, reached the haven be-
hind the iron fence he found her sooth-
ing the frightened Bos'n, who was
sobbing and hysterical.
Emily saw her "Uncle Cyrus" COM
ing and rushed into his arms. He
picked her up and, holding her with a
| grip which testified to the nerve strain
he had been under, stepped forward 20
meet the stranger, whose coming had
been so opportune.
And she was a stranger. The cap
tain knew most of Bayport's inhab-
itants by this time or thought he did,
/ but he did not know her. She was a
small woman, quietly dressed, and her
hair, under a neat black and white
hat, was brown. The hat was now a
i trifle to one side, and the hair was the
j least bit disarranged- effect not at
all unbecoming. She was tucking In