The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1872-12-13

rify woman when her mind is made
up. IL should run over her before it
should reach the heap.
She was seen. The engine rent even
ing with its yells; the brakes were on,
her lasso had caught tit could now
be stopped in time. He darted aside,
but the current was too strong for her.
She was dizzy; fell, and clutched in the
wrong direction. Poor, poor little fin.
gersl
Now the people pour out; they run
here and there. Women are crying
perhaps because they weren't hurt.
The engineer darts along like a mad
man, looking under the train. There,
a dozen feet before the engine, rises the
sand hill, everybody wants to know
how they were stopped before they
rounded the curve.
Here she isl" shouted Charley,
striding up with limp bundle, like a
king who had sacrificed to the good OF
the state. "She showed the signal, aud
stood up to it until | saw her-untl we
almost run her down! There, half the
fingers cut off her left hand! There,
what do you think of that now, for the
woman who saved you ALP" holding up
the mutilated stump.
"God bless it!' prayed an old gentle.
man, taking OIL his hat.
"Amen!" roared the crowd. With
one breath they raised three shouts,
which shook the sand hills until they
came down handsomely second time,
Charley standing above their enthusi.
asm, with the fainting child in his arms,
like regent holding some royal in.
FAINT.
LET me see herr sobbed first one
woman, then another. So Charley sat
down and let them crowd around with
ice.water, cologne, and linen for band
ages. He even gave the men q glimpse
OF her waxy face, just unfolding to con.
sciousness. Like all Western people
they wanted to pour out their hearts in
"a purse" Madge hid her face on
Charleys blouse, and would none OF
it,"
He carried her home at the head oil
a procession, which stopped before hel
grandiather's hut, and cheered her "last
appearance. So do people froth up in
gratitude.
An hour afterward, when the neigh
bors We're dispersed, and Caspar stood
convinced that "an ingen" might not
be the best brace for Madge's nerves
when her hand was dressed. and hel
grandmother was quavering a psalm in
the corner, Madge turned such a look
on Charley as even that stout-hearted
fellow could not stand. He leaned close
to her, and not having yet washed the
smoke Off bis face, was as vulcan-lke
a lover as you could desire. But Madge
always saw the god, not the me.
chanic.
"Oh, Charley! how can make little
nest Tor you now? After the feeling OF
tonight is over, you will wish you had
married anybody rather than a manned
girl
Unwise Madge! She drew her fate
upon herself. | do aver, that to this
day her nose is much fattened by
the vice-like punishment Charley made
her suffer for that speech.
When he came III next evening, he
laid paper in her lap, and watched tn 2
pale face expand and blossom while she
read a deed of gift to her of the pref.
test cottage on the prettiest street in
that city. The company which Charley
served, and which could 20 handsome
things as well as thoughtless ones,
begged her, in fattering note, to &C.
cept the gift as only small acknowl-
edgment OF their obligations to her.
How could she make a little nest for
him?" asked Charley, looking at her
through trimming eyes.
"Why, with her hands, after ALL"
answered Madge, crying.
And this will always be the prettier
hand of the two" said that foolish fell
low, touching the bantaged one.