Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1915-01-07

Priamville need not go. but will pick
up. the sequence of events at the mo-
| ment of our arrival at that enterpriS
| ing town. when Linda, looking from
the car window. suddenly exclaimed:
Look at that magnificent young
man.
Which one?' l asked innocently as
| caught sight of Noyember's tall fig
ure awaiting US.
| How many men in sight answer my
description she retorted "Of course
| | mean the woodsman. Why. he's
coming this way. | must speak to
him.
Before l could answer she had jump
ed lightly to the platform and, turning
to Joe with childlike expression in
her blue eyes, said:
"Oh. can you tell me how many min
utes this train stops here"
SIT don't generally stop here at all.
but they tagged her because they're
expecting passengers. Can ] help you
any, miss?"
Its very kind Of YOU"
At this moment l appeared from the
car. Hello. Joer' said |. "How are
things?'
"All right, Mr.. Quaritch There's
two slick buckboards with a pair Of
horses to each waiting and wagon
cite fit for the king O Russia. The
road between this and the mountains
is flooded by beaver working in back
water bout ten miles out They say
we can drive through all right Miss
Petersham needn't fear getting too
wet"
How do you know my name?" ex'
claimed Linda
81 heard you described. miss. re-
I piled Joe gravely
Linda looked at me-
Good for the old mossback!'' said L.
Her lips bent into sudden smile
you must be Mr.. November Joe. |
have heard SO much Of you from Mr.
Quaritch.''
We went out and loaded our bag
gage upon the waiting buckboards.
One of these was driven by small,
|
be the second game warden, Puttick.
Mr.. Petersham asked how Bill
Worke, the wounded man, was pro
crossing.
He's coming along pretty tidy, Mr.,
Petersham. but he'll carry a stiff leg
with him all his life
'I'm sorry for that. | suppose you
have found out nothing further as to
the identity of the man who fired the
shot?'
Nothing" said Puttick, land not
likely to. They're all banded togeth
er up there
On which cheerful information our
little caravan started. At Linda's wish
Joe took the place of the driver of
Mr.. Petersham's light imported wag-
onette, and as we went along she gave
him a very clear story of the sequence
of events, to all of which he listened
with the characteristic series of ''Well,
nows!" and "You don't says!' with
which he was in the habit Of punctuat-
ing the remarks of a lady. He said
| IucIl, DIS USUAL, LII q FO1\O " 49, nv
only emphasized the facts at exactly
the right places, but also lent an air
of subtle compliment to the eloQuence
of the narrator.
When we stopped near a patch OF
pine trees to partake of an impromptu
lunch it was his quick hands that pre-
pared the campfire and his skilled Ak
that fashioned the rude but comforta-
BILE seats. It was he also who disap-
peared for moment to return with
three half pound trout that he had
taken by some swift process of his
own from the brook, Of which we only
heard the murmur. And for all these
doings he received an amount of open
admiration from Linda's blue eyes
which seemed to me almost exagger-
ated.
II think your November Joe is per
feet DEAR" she confided to me.
eff you really think that" said l,
"have mercy on him! You do not
want to add his scalp to all the 9th
ers''
"Many of the others are bald" said
she. His hair would furnish dozen
of themv'