Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1871-03-15


a, -. hen . loag sinry, iof
,he hers was a. hrzve - gesa - ss.--..s
"a and perhaps e Sel eee -
i-msrtaiity. Bat he w1s Sn1 -
- tbsv ~ hoys dont sr-!s -.
;-.firs done thea. He vas atsty
- 800. and there wAs noeosi. II
,,s,.;-nlar 10 ten the story, ana
- = tia IN any regular vsgi oLlis
.-.1 fr,m In b. lip. and keI'i s1setsi
~. bc-rts tl,si held Il, like the legehas
al the old saints -. .,.,,,..,,
uehsdlseen known g. loin moni h,-, ,...i'
!, pi,viur q trick ON the Ionil',1.s ii't..
Tol,rrman. that kept the nevsno!s IN
-. wbiis thew were waiting for theiI
- md once. when . big peanu'
boy vas pounding little cAn9! p.,i'', -
h. utched in vigorously ana CAV n
big fellow a complete Pommeiing' "
bs1 been heard 20 say rough Worus -.
hard proyocation, which was mol p
str,nge as il might have been, seeing n.
,,ever in his miserable life Was taught
a,v hotter In short, he was nothing
better than a ragged, dirty, little heath
ON and IL was out Of al reason iiiat ~, !,
sbouI1 have wanted 10 join the boys OF
bis ward school in that last game OF
. shinnv." Why, he hadn't even par
~ skates but came scuffiing along Nlth
his clumsy shoes, rs sure footed as . Az
except whea one Of the merry skn'' ~
glided suddenly across his track OF nan nan
a-lozen of them swarmed pell-mel over
him in the eager rush for the hall. he
never minded that, OF the frequent raps
from the sticks that struck wildly at the
ayinp ball. and seemed TO have as much
finn as II he were leader, and his feet had
silver wings. .,.,-,
He had not been chosen on either SIDE:
not because he was poor-your genuine
how is a democrat, and snaps ms hnger,
M social distinction-but because he hao
no skates, and what was the use OF a lei
low without skates ? Well, 1t was hard
work keeping up, and by and by lac
sbuffled of the ice, danced turn or two
ON shore TO warm his feet little, anc
started. with his hands in his pockets
for the glue factory, where Tim Conoyel
was sure 10 let him warm up. IL WASH
| in boy nature not 10 see how the game
was coming out, however, so he crosse'
a vacant lot and came down to the rive
Just by the ice houses.
All il only needed one glance TO SCI
how il must come out for some OF them
I Only a few rods away was the belt o
blue water where the ice had Just beef
sawn across 10 keep the boys from spoil
ing the harvest Of the ice packers, ant
every instant they were coming closer 4
it, Couldn't they see it? Would no
somebody see it 7? No one had eyes Q
thoughts for anything but that ball
gliding. glancing darting here and Their
among the steel-clad feet.
1t was long way around the bend an
up the river by any street, but strmgh
across. where the ice-cutters had been a
work, was a thin, treacherous sheet c
broken ice. Itmight hold boy up, bu
/ il il didn't-there was no time to thin
about that, for the next instant ragge
little hero was dashing across, whoopin
and screaming like a locomotive gon
mad. Would the ice bear Yes pei
haps the hands that are underneath til
falling sparrow held it up, and the her
of startling players looked up, and circle
ed with quick mOtlon IRON inc very cup
of the chasm at their feet.
"Who was it Where is he ?" the
asked with pale faces.
Conc down with the breaking ice,
come up again, gasping and struggling
and at last to be drawn out, chilled an
breathless, by the ice cutters. The
rubbed him with all the vigor of the
brawny arms they held him up by IL
heels to let the water run out the
pounded, and squeezed, and tossed hi
in blanket, but he lived through it al
and came to himself with a stranglir
cough. and a laugh of appreciation
, EVERYBODY praised, and petted, and mao
much of him, and then forgot all abo1
him so it was left for nae to tell h
story, and call it 1.-THE Story Of a hero