Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1918-04-06

| mustn't take me too seriously.
II took you for better or for worse, ;"
he answered, with a kiss. 81 don't
want it to turn out worse. want you
to be contented and happy here. where
| I've planned to make our home. /
know you love me quite lot, little
| person. Nature fitted us in a good
many ways to be mates. But you've
| gone through a pretty drastic siege of
isolation in this rather grim country,
| and l guess it doesn't seem such an
| alluring place as it did at first. l
| don't want you to nurse that feeling
until it becomes chronic. Then we
would be out Of tune, and it would be
good-by happiness. But think know
the cure for your malady."
| IL the morning he began his hay
| cutting. About eleven o'clock he threw
| down his scythe and stalked to the
| house.
Put on your hat, and let's go inves-
tigate a mystery" said he. Il heard
| cow bawl in the woods a minute
ago. A regular barnyard below"
"A cow bawling?" she echoed.
"Sure? What would cattle be doing
away up here?"
"That's what I want to know?" Bill
| of Fraser-nOt this side Of the Rockies,
| anyway"
| They saddled their horses, and rode
| out in the direction from whence had
! arisen the bovine complaint. The
sound was not repeated, and Hazel
| had begun to chaff Bill about a too
vivid imagination when within a half
mile of the clearing he pulled his horse
up short in the middle of a little
meadow.
Look !"
The track Of a broad-tired wagon
had freshly crushed the thick grass.
Bill squinted at the trail, then his
gaze swept the timber beyond.
Somebody has been cutting timber
| over there" he enlightened. Il can
see the fresh ak work. Looks like
they'd been hauling poles. Let's fol-
low this track a ways"
The tiny meadow was fringed on
yOnd that lay another clear space of
level land, perhaps forty acres in ex-
tent. They broke through the belt Of
poplars-and pulled up again. On one
| side of the meadow stood a cabin, the
freSh-peeled log walls glaring yellow
in the sun, and lifting an earth-covered
roof to the autumn sky. Bill whistled
City.
Along the west side of the meadow
ran a brown streak Of sod, and down
one side of this man guided the han
dies Of q pillow drawn by the strangest
yckemates Hazel's eyes had seen for
many a day.
"For goodness sake" she ex-
claimed.
That's the true pioneer spirit for
you," Bill spoke absently. HE has
bucked his way into the heart OF
virgin country, and he's breaking sod
with mule and a COW. That's adap-
Iation to environment with venge-
ance-and grit
There's 4. woman, too, Bill. And
see-she's carrying a baby?" Hazel
pointed excitedly. "Oh, Bill !"
The man halted his strangely assert
ed team to watch them come. The
woman stood step outside the door,
baby in her arms, another tOddler
holding fast to her skirt. A thick
bodied, short, square-shouldered man
was this newcomer, with a round,
pleasant face.
"Hello, neighbor !" Bill greeted.
The plowman lifted his old felt hat
ccurteously. His face lit up.
"Ach!" said he. 'Neighbor. Dot
ISIS goot word in diss country we're
Gtre ISIS no neighbor. But I am glat
to meet you. Will you come do der
house und rest v'ile?"
"Sure!" Bill responded. But we're
neighbors, all right. Did you notice
cabin about half mile west of
here? That's our place-when we're
at home"
1902" The word escaped with the
peculiar rising infection of the Teu-
ton. Il half saw dot cabin ven We
come here. But I dink it vass aban-
don. Veil, let us to der house go.
Id will rest der mule-und Gretchen,
der cow. Hail."
He rolled blue eye on his incon.
gruOuS team, and grinned widely.
''Come," ne invited; mime wife be
glat"
They found her matron of thirty
odd; fresh-cheeked, round-faced like
her husband, typically German. with
out his accent of the Fatherland. Ha-
eel at once appropriated the baby. 1t
lay peacefully in her arms. staring
wide-eyeG. making soft, gurgly sounds.
'The little eearv' Hazel MUIR
INJURED.
'Lauer. our name iss." the man said
casually, when they were seated.
'Wagstaff, mine is" Bill completed
the informal introduction.
Il am from Bavaria" Lauer told
him. "vill you smoke? ] light mine
bibe-mit your vife's permission.
'Yes," he continued, sturing the
bowl of his pipe with a stubby fore
finger, Il am from Bavaria. Dere I
vass upon farm brought oop. 1 serf
in der army my dime. Den Amerigo.