Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1912-03-31
Ions CATCH

Lon Herrick was up in the nils
trapping that week Therefore it
CHANGED that out of the whole COM
munity at Three Cheers he was the
sole male absent when Mrs. Buss ar
rived. She came without warning,
even as a stray cat. and had settled
herself in the inglenook of Three
! Cheers heartsome hearth by the time
Lon came back.
"She's a fine specimen of woman,
Lonnie," said Noonan tentatively, yet
with sort of submerged enthusiasm.
About thirty-eight, maybe"
what did she come after?" asked
Lonnie who was a sober and eau
tious individual
ITO make a living, same as the
rest of US. She's opened up sort of
home bakery"
ITS the first hook they put into
u.s." said Lonnie. "Is she fat?"
"Shes what an onlooker might
call nicely distributed" said Noonan,
blithely.
1t happened that Lonnie was
away most of the hunting season, and
only came into camp at intervals. In
the spring, when the water burst the
ice on the rivers, he came home, and
the long wait had only made Mrs.
Buss more Indifferent to his ex-
| istence.
as that him." she asked, when
| Noonan pointed him out, stalking
leisurely up the main street Of Three
Cheers, his old coonskin cap, with its
dangling TAIL hiding his face from
sight, his three hounds at his heels.
''The poor fellow"
"And why do you call him that, Mrs.
Buss?" queried Dan, tenderly. Hes
fine figure of a man"
'Tm thinking what a lonely life it
J is he leads" said Mrs. Buss. And
dangerous, too, no doubt"
"The lumber trade Is more so. I've
been shaking hands with death all
winter long and no body to sympa.
thize with me-"
go long, you artful creature, q"
laughed back Mrs Buss, merri!y.
"You haven't missed a day coming
down here. Go tell Lon Herrick
want to see him"
HE won't come"
"Try him"
Dan carried the message and
! brought back the answer dutifully. 1t
was simple and withal uncompromis-
! ing
"He says he does his own cooking"
Mrs. Buss' lips set firmly and then
was enigmatical.
"He doesn't know me-" she said.
"Where do the trappers and hunters
around these parts sell their pelts? ?"
There's a fellow comes through
about this time and buys them up
from Laramie. I can get his name If
if you want it,"
sect it." said Mrs. Buss.
About week later Three Cheers
was startled to find an announcement
in Mrs. Buss' window. 1t stated that
therein was the agency for Barclay &
| Burden, furriers, of Laramie, followed
by tempting list of prices for pelts.
Lon considered the situation from
all points. 1t looked strategic to
him, and yet he was a modest man,
and knew not the limit of a woman's
patience. Several times he spread
out his seasons catch and looked
them .over-deer, bear, fox, wolf, Of
ter and coon skins. He resented Mrs
Buss' assumption of authority. 1t had
been part of the yearly excitement,
the visit of the buyer to his cabin, and
the swapping Of stories over the SALE
Yet the second week after the sign ap-
peared in the bakery window he went
down to the camp bearing his catch
with him and look of resignation.
He had purposely chosen midafter-
noon for his visit. The other men
would be up in the timber then. He
wanted as few witnesses as possible.
Come right in" called Mrs. Buss
cheerily, as his long shadow fell
across her threshold She lifted a
smiling, contented face from her knit
ting. "Why, hello, Lonnie," she said.
Got pretty good catch there, have
MT your"
Lon said nothing, but he dropped
the pelts.
"Shut the door, DEAR" added Mrs.
Buss. "And don't get nervous. I'm
not going to hector you a bit. Sit
down and talk"
Hadn't we better look the pelts
over f1rst?" asked Lon bewilderedly.
Plenty Of time. / only took the
agency so as to make sure you'd have
to come here to see me. The day
got here, and found out you were
away, Just switched round and
changed my name and went to work.
Lonnie, don't you get lonesome?"
Il do my cooking" Lonnie started
to explain, then out of the corner of
his eye he caught a glimpse of the
table with its freshly baked pies and
cakes, and huge loaves of white
| bread.
mot this kind. Mostly corn cakes
and bacon"
"You could go hunting in the sea-
J son." began Mrs. Herrick, late Buss.
| She glanced up met Ions eyes, and
blushed slowly. you ought to be
ashamed Of yourself to make me set
all the traps. Why don't you say some
thing?"
Then Lon rose awkwardly, and
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