Year: 1876

Rned-he came from your sectlon-qo
you know him?" (


Judge Reed, who used to be on the
Circuitt"


II reckon" ..


"Did he have pretty daughter?"


"That's he"


There wasn't much in the words, but
there was a great deal in the information
| of the voice that uttered them ; q half
pleased, half-pained expression.


I waited for him to go on with his
story. but he puffed away on his pipe in
silence until woke him out OF his rev.
erie.


well" he continued, "old Judge
Reed came up this way from Chicago.
His lungs had got out of kilter, and the
doctors told him to take to the pine
woods. His daughter came with him,
and stuck to him like Trojan. He was
mighty weak when they got as far out
as my sha1ty so we made him as COM
Portable as we could at my place. He
did intend going away into the woods
and then to camp out. He had every
thing fixed for it, tents and all that. l
saw it was no use trying to move him
any further, 30 turned the house over
70 bin and his daughter, stuck up tent,
and shantied out. They had man along
with them, but he was no use always
complaining there we're no conveniences,
and as for the 'skeeters, they went for
him like bar for bee tree.


I shipped him off for the settlement
after he had been with us a couple of
days, and the move was pleasing to both
I.f Tha O11 I.Iora V1,-afkxy 1,o1
for a few days, but the pure air and the
pine balsaha had good effect upon him,
SO it wasn't long before he began to take
to the deer meat and the front brought
in for him in hearty, cOnsoling sort of
q way.


Before q week was up he was on his
feet, and one afternoon came back from
tramp after trout and found him sit
ting in front of the shanty smoking one
of my pipes. I knew it was all right
then. Mr.. Blake said he, we've
turned you out of your house for a week,
but If you are comfortable under my
tent, we would like to keep you out for
q month longer OF course was will
ing to keep Them, for had got to like
the old gentleman; the girl hadn't seen
much of, for while the Judge was down
she never quit him. But when her faith
er came around all right, she was out as
clipper and merry as a squirrel.


"She was as bright and pretty as q
sunbeam, and had . wonderful knack of
making everything good for something.
Why, she fixed up the old shAnty so that
1 wouldn't have known the place if l
hadn't seen how It was done. Every
morning she was up bright and early
after ferns and flowers and moss; and
she had the cutest way of fixing them /;
why, she'd tie up Q couple Of ferns and
some moss 90 'twould look like q picture.
never knew there were so many pretty
things in the woods, and when I'd tell
her Of something I'd found in my tramps,
nothing would do but must get it for
her, and if it wasn't too far away she'd
90 with me. There was only one thing
that she didn't do right. About half 3
mile from the shanty, back almost to the
hills, was an old hollow log among lot
Of spruce trees. I'd been telling her
how it used to be bars nest, and that
I'd got two cubs out of it, and then shot
the old bar. She wanted to see the
place and I took her over one morning.
She had her drawing things with her,
and said she was going to make picture
Of the place. She did draw the trees
and the rocks and the hollow log mighty
nice, but she spoiled it by putting IN the
old bar Just a-crawling into the log front
end first. But then she didn't know the
ways and nature Of the Varmints as we'll
as did.


''She was as tender-hearted as she was
pretty. One morning, just before sun
up, We started over to the runway on
Kelley's pond, hoping to pick up little
comfortable behind the blind, and she
Rat there - quiet Is awood-mouse. We
hadn't waited long before two-year old
came picking her way mp the path. Just
Is I drew down my rife the girl put her
hand on my shoulder and whispered:


Dent shoot


"Well. we didn't have any venison that
day;


"But what liked most was her read
ing, which was mostly poetry. She read
to me very often, and about three days
before she went back 70 the city she read
me one of Mr.. LOngfellow's pieces about
girl called Evangeline. It's mighty
pretty story, and t riled me up to think
Of that poor girl going all over the wide
country looking for her lover and then
not finding him until he was dying in
hospital. We were sitting close togeth-
sr when she finished, and / was 80 touch
ed up about it that I spoke my mind
right out. Then she IL ned little to-
ward me, and laying one Of her Little
white hands on my great black paw, said;


"'There are . great many who look
through the whole world for the one
their heart asks for, and after all never
find the right one.'


"Then she seemed to get frightened