Cut Bank pioneer press. [volume] (Cut Bank, Mont.) 1909-current, 1912-11-22

couldn't get ten rods If / 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 a human figure or 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-
til the gale began to whip the
branches off, and then let go her hold
and ran for it. There were limbs fall
ing all about her, and. the .hailstones
peppeFed5 her until She ran almost
blindly. She hadn't gone a quarter of
cred her face, she. was 'Fstrdck by al
flying limb and knew no more ~ I
1t was the dim sight of the girl and
the scream she uttered when shits that
sent the man who was 5clinging toEthe
roadside fence back into the highway.
He bent over the unconscious form
and picked it up and staggered back
Ito the fence and followed It until he
saw a light and found the gate of a
farmhouse, His lusty calls for help
soon brought out a man, and the
senseless burden was carried into the
} house and received by a m
81 don't know who. she is, but !
81 found her in the road" explained her
!, rescuer. There is blood on her hair,
and I think she was struck down."
We'll do all we can," replied the
1 man and the woman together, but
l you mustn't look for much. We, are
mighty poor folks. We hain't: got, no
r1camphor nor whisky, and as for get
ting a DOCTOR out from town-it can't
be done tonight"
i In The girl was carried into the only.
bedroom and laid on the only bed,
d and when her wet clothing had been
lremoved and she was between the
sheets, the got a cloth and a
8 basin of water and washed away the
a blood and whispered to the stranger:
II don't think she's bad hurt. She's
q just ,fainted~away withpthe scare, ofaste
q When she opens her eyes I'll tell her
to go to sleep, and she'll be all right
in the morning"
o do you think it's some young lady
from the village? ?" asked the stranger
of the farmer as they talked in whis-
pers in the outer room. & II
. mo, I don't reckon 90. Treckon Its
~ that new girl that arrived at. Turner's
" a few days ago. I say her going to-
/, wards the village two hours ago."
Arrived at Turner's! Say, man. are
] you sure? Is. 1t a. strangesgirl toSthe
neighborhood?s Il II. III &c il d
"I've heard say It was Uncle Bob's
4 niece, and that she come from the
city. What ails you, stranger? Does
this storm upset your ZIP
It wasn't the stoEm$ Rercy Kincaid
had quarreled with the girl he loved
and. had. asked to, be his wife. It was
about nothing, almost, as most lovers
quarrels are, but pride OF either sid'
/ held off a reconciliation until thu
LII lover finally learned that-MisssM Mimi
III had gone on. a. j~ourneyGand left n,
word for him. She was going to spent
Thanksgiving week. In the country
Within two days she had re1ented
Il within three he was making every Ell
fort to locate her, that be might rpatcl
up a peace. He had succeeded, H
was going to throw himself On he
mercy and ask Uncle Robert for
place at his Thanksgiving table, Hell
The storm grew fercer-as~the~R4gh
advanced. The girl woke and the
slept a dreamless sleep, and the love
II had long hours in which to qpo4de
and, think. When another. day cam
ou even the cattle could not face tn
,r.l storm nor man move from, his doc
I 1t, was Thanksgiving day. At Uncl
,st Roberts there was a feast to b
or. spreads at Bradley's there WAS hardl
better than poorhouse fare. But tn
mr. victim of the accident was no longe
ma in. bed, and the rescuer no longe
yot cared about the weather, and tn
farmer folks looked at each other an
ell smiled and whispered: -. ,o,4. en-
ST "'' Gwen If we had a turkey and era,
nm. berry sauce i don't believe. they'd re;
a single mouthful. They've just sort,
IT'S found each other, and are tickled
YER death" .9I,eff f.l9H.GG g0f sgtia9
ept AND Wnen at last they coulu MAJ
me their way to TURNER'S, and Uncle BE
suffered and Aunt Harriet cried fl
nv joy, Miss Minnie asked in a way tn;
nd was almost heartless: T~cf-g9@3G >,
IN why do you take on so? l new,
al had such a lovely Thanksgiving III
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