The Ohio farmer . One or twowere a short distance up the slope onone side or the other. Before the doorof a particularly disreputable and tum-bled-down shack perched on a juttingpoint of land the shuffling figure of aman had stopped. His heavy face waslined with intense suffering, and hiseyes looked troubled and tired. Hepushed his soiled felt hat back fromhis forehead, leaned the rifle whichhe carried against the poorly-chinkedwall at one side of the door, andspoke, in a peculiarly gentle voicefor such a forbidding exterior, tosome one within: Hows the little-un? A moments delay, during which
The Ohio farmer . One or twowere a short distance up the slope onone side or the other. Before the doorof a particularly disreputable and tum-bled-down shack perched on a juttingpoint of land the shuffling figure of aman had stopped. His heavy face waslined with intense suffering, and hiseyes looked troubled and tired. Hepushed his soiled felt hat back fromhis forehead, leaned the rifle whichhe carried against the poorly-chinkedwall at one side of the door, andspoke, in a peculiarly gentle voicefor such a forbidding exterior, tosome one within: Hows the little-un? A moments delay, during which theman craned his hairy neck forwardand peered inquiringly into the semi-darkness of the interior with hismouth drawn awry and his eyessquinted, and a woman appeared inthe doorway, wiping her hands on herapron and shaking back some wispsof colorless hair which had fallenacross her eyes. She would have beena young woman anywhere else in theworld, but an age far beyond her ac-tual years was visible in her face and. QUEEN ANNE COMMUNION SERVICE—ST. PETERS CHURCH, ALBANY. figure. Her face had lost its bloom,and was pinched and ashy. She spokein a drawling, half nasal voice, bar-ren of buoyancy or spirit. He aint doin no good. I dont hear im, answered theman, turning his head to listen. Hesbeen a-rollin n a-talkin out o hishaid all day. Is he sleep? Hes been still fur the matter uvn hour, I reckn, but taint kind O went off suddint like. Hiseyes air half shet n hes breathinhard, nn hes hot fit to burn up. Pore little-un! breathed the man,under his breath. Whut bout the doctor. Tom? Hes comin. 11 be here wan to come. Said it wuz toofur. n nothin in it: thet ef we lived a futile attack upon his home the nightbefore, in an insane attempt to cap-ture the man with a price upon hishead. They had been worsted, withtwo of their party wounded, for Tomlived in daily expectation of assault,and was always ready. The revenuemen had fired three volleys at his cab-in befo
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