Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1920-12-24
bod March's Girl
By KATE EDMONDS

The doctor from Over-the-mountain
stood on the door stone at bod March's
cabin and looked Jane March straight
fn the eyes.
your fathers legs pretty bad,
Jane" he said kindly.
You mean-hell lose it?" demand
ed Jane n her direct way.
HE might Needs care better
send him to DR.. Frames pace at
Wawmut"
"How? He can't be moved"
"Pll fix that-we can get him over
quite easily. The doctor has every
thing to make it easy. Your father
will be all right by Christmas
/ Jane nodded slowly. At last she
spoke and tears were near her brave
brown eyes. I'VE haven't much money
left, doctor" she confessed, .and dad,
being sick, viii miss all the fall work
you know the best guide on the
mountains"
Il know it, Jane. It's a pity that
bear cawed him.
IF I had been along-it wouldn't
have happened. wonder how l
could earn some money, doctor?" she
said anxiousIy.
The doctor thought rapidly. Been
with your father much? Know woods?
Can you shoot?
HE says I'm as good as he is, but Of
course I'm not. A girl couldn't be-"
she answered modestly. rs there
something / can do?' she asked with
hope in her eyes.
After your father goes to DR..
Frames I'll send old Red Squirrels
squaw over here-you know Molly
Basket? She's the best chanerOn in
seven counties-wont even let the
stars blink at you! My idea is this.
Jane March-just take your fathers
place. When his customers come
most of them are old cOdgers from
the city, fat bankers and brokers who
want bit of hunting and taste of
camp life-you can guide fem and
Molly Basket can cook, and you can
make believe .our father iss in the
cabin if you want tor'
Doctor, how splendid !" cried Jane.
and ran in to tell the plan to bod
March. who listened at first with hor-
ror, then dismay.an at last with resig-
nation. for the leg was b shersome and
old Molly Basket was regular old
she-bear,to fight s
i've only made two engagements,
he said YEARLY. "but botn Of them are
| for six weeks each--Maior Rahb7ke
always comes, you know, and James
Armstrong they're old fellows and
won't try TO make love to you, jamie !"
Jane March felt quite excited the
day she expected Major Babb, but the
elderly sportsman was so intent upon
| shooting a big buck and ore bear that
| lie didn't care much who guided him to
the right spot Just one big black
bear, my dear" he said to Jane, with
| hardly glance at her trim form in
| its hunting rig.
II must find bear for YOU" laughed
| Jane, as She left the major to Molly
Baskets delicious camp cooking. She
sang like q lark as she climbed the
| trail. Tt was so wonderful to be able
TO do this, for her father. She had
written him a long letter describing the
| majors ARRIVAL and forwarding the
! hatch of newspapers and box of cigars
the city man had brought for the old
guide, Now she went back to the camp
with shining eyes.
Major Babb," she said your bear
lives up by the clump of honey To-
custs-you remember where the black
! rocks are? He has a trail to the
west"
"Good-goOd," purred the major,
rubbing his fat hands.
The next day they found the bear
and the major shot him with his &C
customed skill, and Molly Basket went
hOt-foOt over the mountains TO fetch
her son, Little Squirrel, to take care
of the dead monster.
Then the major got his buck, and
after several days of idleness, he de-
parted for home again, leaving the
Marches much richer than when he
came. To Jane he gave a crisp hun
dred-dolIar bill. For the best guide
ever had" he chuckled as he wrote
out the customary check.
Jane took a week off and went to
see her father and told him all about
the majors stay. mfr. Armstrong
will come next week-and when he
goes it will be time for you to come
home"
Doctor suggests that / stay here
until after Christmas you might
come too. Jane, and get some more
schooling and buy some clotheS,'
smiled the old man.
That's fine, father" she agreed, and
went back TO the camp glowing with
anticipation of the winter months, of
ten so lonely 10 the mountain girl, al
though she had been away TO school
The next week Mr.. Armstrong ap-
peared and with him big, strapping
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