Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1874-06-12

water--for the fire has kept like a furnace,
thank Godi | fetch water and mothers
blankets, and get him upon the old
lounge, aud rub aud rub and wrap him
and breathe on him. Now and then speak
to him, but get no answer. Once or twice
l think will say my prayers, but / only
say, "Our Father" for can think Of moth
ing else.
There While l am rubbing aud sob
bing, curlcd on my knees in a little help
less heap beside the lounge,-oh, there he
did draw little, little breath. lie chokcs
and stirs his eyelils fluttor.
remember then that there is brandy on
the lower cupboard shelf spring to get
it, calling. "rrollo! Trollo !" lest hc drop
away and lie still again before I can get
back. get it. somehow, down his throat.
l keep on calling, "Trollol Trollo! Troll
lor How long before it happens I cannot
say how 1t happens do not know; but
while am knceling and sobbng, calling
and spilling brandy wildly down his neck,
and doing everything wrong, and nothing
right, except to love him and to hate my
self, as if my heart would break with love
and hate. little feeble, pleasant voice
speaks up:
"IIer-od ?"
"Oh, Troll, did want to sec you all the
afternoon! did! l didr'
ayes, IIerod; 1 hoped you'd come TO
meet me, IIerod.'
"Oh, Trollo, just look here! You know
you're not the most disagrceable boy ev-
er--"
"Oh, yes, | know. 1t isn't any matter,
Herod. Tn warm as toast, guess, only a
| little queer, somehow. But the pains ain't
very bad. Did Keziah's old man get his
back mp? DID you put the candy on?''
Our poor candy has bubbled and boiled
away 20 a burn on the stove. But little
want have VIC of candy this long. strange
night. Trullo is very weak and suffers
much. Icaunol leave him to get help. I
| do the he.t l can. Towards morning he
| feels better, aud | crawl out 10 look for
! IIautboy, who has broken his harness and
| got safely under cover. In the grey, cold
/ dawn in the breaking Storm I crawl into
mothers bed beside my brother, and
drop asleep heavily, holding hands.
We sleep long and late, I don't know
how late il is. I am wakened by Keziah
Phipps; she has fires going and hot coffee
aud she throws up her hands and says
Claws mercy on me! What is the MATTER 7
What has happened to you?"
And when she knew what it was that
happened, She says we are TO lie in bed ill
our ma comes home, and she makes bsei
soup for Trollo, and cries into ii, so that he
makes faces when he drinks it.
Trollo is very weak, but pretty well. 81
when The broth is gone we both lie still
BY and by Jenny Fairweather comes ovel
to see if Trollo has been found, but we fee
too weak to see her. Then, by and by, WI
hear the whistle of the early train-weli he
lated this morning-by which father and
mother will he hurryinG home 10 see how
we have stood The storm.
We do not talk much. We lie very still
holding each Others hands in bed.
only once, say. "Trollo?" and Troll
says. "Wcl, IIcrod?" and say, ar liz
10 bc an old man I shall never forget Iii
night. Shall you?'
Trollo says, no, he doesn't think lie eve
shall. Then say again, "Trollo?" Bu
whcn hc says, "What, Ierod?" | onl,
hold his hand a little closer, for l canno
} speak From 81. Nicholas Mdgdzine