Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1918-03-29
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Here and there certain landmarks,
graven deep in Hazels recollection.
uprose to claim her attention. And
one evening at sunset they rode up to
the little cabin, all forlorn in its clear
ing.
Inside, a gray film of dust had ac-
cumulated on everything. and the
rooms were oppressive with the musty
Odors that gather in q closed, unten-
anted house. But apart from that it
stood as they had left it thirteen
months before. No foot had crossed
the threshold. The pile of wood aud
kindling lay beside the fireplace as
Bill had placed it the morning they
left.
"Be it ever so humble" Bill left
the line of the old song unfinished, but
his tone was full of j|ubilation. Be-
tween them they threw wide every
door and window. The cool evening
wind filled the place with sweet, pine
scented air. Then Bill started a blaze
roaring in the black-mouthed fireplace
to make it look natural, he said
and went u to hObble his horses for
the night.
In the morning they began to IN
pack their household goods. Rugs and
bearskins found each its accustomed
place upon the floor. His books went
back on the shelves. With magical
swiftness the cabin resumed its old
home atmosphere. And that night Bill
stretched himself ON the grizzly hide
before the fireplace. and kept his nose
in Il book until Hazel, who was in no
humor to read, fretted herself into
something approaching Il temper.
you're about as sociable as u clam."
she broke into his absorption at last.
He looked up in surprise, then
chucked the volume carelesSly aside,
and twisted himself around till his
head rested in her lap.
'"Vot iss?" he asked cheerfully.
"Lonesome2 Bored with yourself?
Amt | here? Surely you don't feel
yourself neglected because l happen
to have my nose stuck in a book?"
"Of course not T. she denied vigor-
ously. The childish absurdity of her
attitude struck her with sudden force.
"Still, I'd like you TO talk to me once
in a while"
Bits eyes narrowed Il trihe, but he
still smiled. And suddenly he stepped
around behind her chair, put both
hands under her chin, and tilted her
head backward.
"Ah, you're plumb sick and tired to
death of everything, aren't your" he
said soberly. You've been up here
too long. You sure need a change,
Ill have to take you out and give you
the freedom of the cities. let you dis
sipate and pink-tea, and rub elbows
with the, mob for a while. Then you'll
be glad to drift back to this woodsy
hiding place Of ours. When do you
want to start?"
"Why, Bill :" she protested.
But she realized in q flash that Bill
could read her better than she could
read herself. Few of her emotions
could remain long hidden from that
keenly observing and mercilessly log.
ical mind. She knew that he guessed
where she stood, and by what paths
she had gotten there. Trust him tc
know. And it made her very tender
toward him that he was so quick tC
understand. Most men would have
resented.
Il want to stack q few tons of hay.'
he went on, diSregarding her exclama
ton. "Tll need it in the spring, if no
| fhic NVinfnr GoAn nc tha+s- H. ~
hit the high spots. Wen take three
or four thousand dollars, and while i
lasts we'll be a couple Of-of high
class tramps. Huh? Does it SCUM,
good?"
She nodded vigorously.
"Perk up. then" he wheedled.
"Bill-boy," she murmured, "yo,
mustn't take me too seriously
II took you for better or for worse.
he answered, with a kiss. 81 don
want 1t TO turn out worse. 1 want yol
TO be contented and happy here, wher,
I've planned to make our home.
know you love me quite a lot. it'll
person. Nature fitted us in Il goo,
many ways to be mates. But yOu'v
SUM- 'hiOuSh a pretty uluStlC SltSt u
, isolation in this rather grim country
and | guess it doesn't seem such a
alluring place as it did at first.
? don't want you to nurse hat feelin
until 1t becomes chronic. Then W
would be out of tune. and it would b
= good-by happiness. But I think l know
the cure for your malady."
e In the morning he began his ha
: cutting. About eleven o'clock he threV
: down his scythe and stalked to tn
+ house.
Put on your hat, and let's go inves
tigate a mystery" said he. II hear
e a COW bawl in the woods n minut
ago. A regular barnyard below"
n "a COW bawling?" she echoed
k "Sure? What would cattle be doin
away up here?"
$ THAT'S what I want to krow?" Ri
laughed. I've never seen a COW mort