The Story of a Country TownHowe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
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The Story of a Country Town
Howe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Kansas -- Fiction
“She would despise me for this deed if she knew it,” he said. “I have
killed her husband, and she does not belong here. Take her to her mother
before she wakens and reproaches me, and then come back to me.”
Realizing the force of the suggestion, I answered that my team was
hitched in front of the house, and without further words he picked
Mateel up, and carried her out. Although able to sit up, she did not
seem to be conscious of what had happened, but sat moaning and crying
beside me when I drove away, leaving Jo standing at the gate.
The night was very dark, but the wind had gone down, and I was only able
to find my way by the frequent flashes of livid lightning. After I
passed the ford, and entered the woods, in spite of myself I began to
watch the road-side for the body of the dead man, hoping that he was
only stunned, and had crawled away. I had stopped for the lightning to
flash again to show me the road through the trees, and when it came I
saw Bragg prostrate beside me, so close to the road that I feared the
horses had trampled upon him. In the instant I saw that he was lying on
his back; his arms thrown out on either side, and that his face was
white in death. In looking at him I had neglected to observe the road,
and sat there waiting for another flash. With it came the rain, and
seeing my way I started the impatient horses at a brisk trot.
When I stopped in front of Mr. Shepherd’s house, I saw that a light
still burned within, and, hurriedly securing the horses, I took Mateel
in my arms, and rapped at the door. Mr. Shepherd came in answer to it,
bearing a light in his hand, and, seeing me with my strange burden,
staggered back in alarm.
“There has been an accident,” I said, “but your daughter is not hurt;
only frightened, and in a faint.”
He took his child tenderly in his arms, and with the assistance of his
wife tried to revive her.
“I must hurry away,” I said, dreading to tell them all. “You will hear
further news to-morrow.”
Neither of them said a word, but I believed they knew what the accident
was, for they acted as though they had been waiting for it, and were not
surprised that their unhappy child had been returned to them alone.
The lightning by this time came in such rapidly following flashes that I
had no difficulty in driving at a smart gait, and when I approached the
ford my eyes were again drawn against my will to the prostrate form
under the trees. It had not been disturbed, and I hurried past it, and
into the house, where Jo was sitting by the fire with his hat on, ready
to go out. He looked up when I came in, but made no inquiries, and,
buttoning his coat, said he was ready to go. In response to my curious
look he replied:--
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