Daily public ledger. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1892-191?, 1912-11-23

long look.
An hour later. with both uncle ant
aunt tidgeting about their girl visitor
the black clouds that had beer
banking up for hours began to advances
before breeze that soon strengthen
ed into a gale. In FIVE minutes this
gray afternoon had become twilight
In fifteen there was cold rain and live
ly hail, and Uncle Robert was blown
into the kitchen to exclaim:
Il told. her 1t was going to be O
buster and that she mustn't blame
me. ! started down tho read to meet
her. but Lordy what a storm!
couldn't get ten rods II was to die
for IT,"
Miss Minnie had reached town and
mailed her letter and started back
again when the storm broke. Before
1t 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 Q
roadside tree. She remained there un-
I'll the gale began to whip the
branches off. and then let go her hold
and ran for IT. There we're limbs fall
Ing all about her, and the hail-stones
peppered her until she ran almost
blindly. She hadn't gone a quarter Of
a mile when, as she crouched and COW
cred her face, she was struck by a
flying limb and knew no more.
1t 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 bent over the unconscious form
and picked it up and staggered back
TO the fence and followed IL until he
saw light and found the gate Of
farmhouse. His lusty calls for help
soon brought out a man, and the
senseless burden was carried into the
house and received by a 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 the woman together, but
you mustn't look for much. We are
mighty poor folks. We uain't got no
camphor nor whisky, and as for get
ting a doctor out from tcwn--it cant
be done tonight"
The girl was carried into the only
bedroom and laid on the only bed,
and when her wet clothing had been
removed 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:
L don't think she's bad hurt She's
just tainted away with the scare OF It.
When she opens her eyes I'll tell her
to go to sleep, and she'll be all right
In the morning."
DO you think it's some young lady
from the village?" asked the stranger
Of the farmer as they talked In whis-
Ders in the outer room.
mo, don't reckon so. reckon It's
that new girl that arrived at Turners
1 few days ago. I saw her going to
wards the village two hours ago"
ARRIVED at Turner's! Gay, man. are
you sure? Is it a strange girl to tho
I've heard say It was Uncle Boo's
niece, and that she come from the
fly. What ails you, stranger? Does
his storm upset your"
1t wasn't the storm. Percy Kincaid |
lad quarreled with the girl he loved |
md had asked TO be his wife. II was
bout nothing, almost, as most lovers |
are, but pride on either side |
Ield of a reconciliation until the
over finally learned that Miss Minnie
lad gone on a Journey and left no
'ord for him. She was going to spend
week in the country.
Within two days she had relented;
within three he was making every eff.
ort to locate her, that he might patch
p a peace. He had succeeded. He
las going to throw himself on her
mercy and ask Uncle Robert for a
lace at his Thanksgiving table.
The storm grew fiercer as the night
dvanced The girl woke and then
lept a dreamless sleep, and the lover
ad long hours in which to ponder
nd think. When another day came
ven the cattle could not face the
torn nor man move from his door
was Thanksgiving day. At Uncle
obert's there was a feast to be
pread: at Bradley's there was hardly
etter than poorhouse fare: But the
ictim OF the accident was no longer
bed, and the rescuer no longer
AIRED about the weather, and the
lrmer folks looked at each other and
miled and whispered:
Even II we had a turkey and cram
5rry sauce don't believe they'd eat
single mouthful, They've just sorter
,und each other, and are tickled to
cath"
And when at last they could make
leir way to Turner's. and Uncle Bob
and Aunt Harriet cried for
". Miss Minnie asked in a way that
as almost heartless:
why do you take on so? / never
I'D such lovely Thanksgiving in all
y life!"
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