Year: 1876

upon the door, he found himself lace TO
face with his wife, he having returned 10
his own door in his bewilderment.


When we remember that Jones had
not slept for two nights preceding this
one ON account of his quarrel with Bur
ton, and had now been beating against
the Arctic hurricane and tramping
through the treacherous pillows of snow
for an hour, we can not wonder that he
fell over his own threshold in a state of
complete exhaustion.


Asit was, the wife must needs give up
the vain search she had been making in
the neighborhood of the shanty. She
had sick husband with frozen hands
and feet and face to take careof. Every
minute the thermometer fell lower and
lower, and all the heat in the little cook
ing stove in Jones's shanty could hardly
keep them from freezing.


Burton had stayed upon the forty
acre lot all day, waiting Tor a chance to
shoot his old partner, Jones. He had
not heard of the arrival of Jones's wife,
and he concluded his enemy was cow.
ard, and had left him in possession, or
meant to play him some treacherous
trick on his way home. So Burton re-
solved to keep sharp look out, but soon
found that impossible, for the storm was
soon upon him in its binding fury. He
tried to follow the path, but he could
not find it. q


Had he been less of a. 'frontiersman,
he must have perished within a furlong
of his hut He endeayored to keep the
direction of the path, and soon heard a
smothered cry, and something rose up
covered with snow and fell down again.
He raised his gun to shoot it when the
creature uttered another wailing cry, so
human that he put. down his gun and
went cautiously forward. Itwas child.


He did not remember that there was
such child among the settlers at New
ton. He did not stop to ask questions.
He must, without delay, get himself and
the child, too, to place of safety, or
both would be frozen. So he took the
little thing in his arms and started
through the drifts. And the child put
its fingers on Burton's rough cheek, and
muttered, "Papap And Burton held
her closely, and fought the snow more
vigorously than ever.


He found the shanty at last, and rolled
the child in a buffalo robe while he made
fire. Then when he had got the room
little warm, he took the little thing
upon his knee, dipped her aching fingers
into cold water, and asked her what her
name was.


Kitty" she said.


Kitty" said he; "and what else p
"Kitty," she answered, nor could he
find out any more.


Your Kitty" she said. For she had
known her father but that one day, and
now she believed that Burton was her
father. Burton sat up all night and
stuffed wood into his impotent little
stove to keep the baby from freezing to
death. Never having had anything to
do with children, he firmly believed that
Kitty, sleeping snugly under the blan-
kets and robes, would freeze if he shonld
let the fire subside in the least.


As the storm prevailed with unabated
fury the next day, and as he DARED nei-
ther to take Kitty out nor leave her
alone, he stayed by her all day, and
stuffed the stove, and laughed at her
droll baby talk, and fed her on biscuit,
fried bacon and coffee.


On the morning of the second day, the
storm subsided. 1t was cold, but know
ing somebody must be mourning Kitty
for dead, he wrapt her in skins, and with
much difficulty reached the first neigh
boris house, suffering only frosted nose
by the way.


"The child" said the woman to whose
house he had gone, "is ;Jones's; / seed
'em take her outen the wagon day before

yesterday" 81. ai4


Burton looked moment at Kitty in
perplexity, then he rolled her up again
and started out, travelling like mad,''
the woman said, as she watched him.


When he reached Jones's, he found
Jones and his wife sitting in utter wretch
edness by the fire. They were beth sick
from grief, and unable to move out ,o
the house., Kitty they. had given up te
be buried under the snow mound. They
would find her when spring should come
and melt the snow covering off.
/ When the exhausted Burton came in
with his buffalo skins, they looked al
him in anhazement. But he opend it
and let little Kitty out, and said:
"Here, Jones, is this your pet Kit
temp


And Jones got up and took his ole
partners hand, and said:


Burton, old fellow" and then choket
up and sat down and cried helplessly.
/ And Burton said:


"Jones, old fellow, you may have tina
forty-acre patch. It came near making
me the murderer of that little Kitty
father"


"Nol you shall have it yourself,
cried Jones, "if l have to go to law t.
make you."


And he actually decided his interest il
the forty acres to Burton. But Buttol
transferred it all to Kitty.


This is why this part of Newton wa
called Kitty's Forty"


L0athe the Poor Indian.


A noble Indian of Wisconsin carrie
about with him the following certificate
written for him bv some ohlipino whit