The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1874-03-06

ness of great affection, not dreaming
that any human being was within sight
of her, lifted her arms and outstretched
them, exclaiming in a tone that might
have touched a %stone," "The blessed,
blessed time when my feet shall touch
the Heavenly Hills !"
so Aunty I would carry you if I
only could l" cried Alpie, making haste
to reach her, "and you should go all
over the mountains. I wonder if MIR.
Ossipee couldn't carry you when he gets
over the rheumatism" (Mr. Ossipee
had actually carried Miss Perley up the
stairs to Alpie's room on the night be-
fore Christina, when Miss Wax, the
new doll, was to be arranged. in order
that Alpie might get a favorable view
when her eyelids should open IN Christ
mas morning.)
81 am afraid that nothing but money
and a good deal of it would ever. carry
me over the mountains of the earth, Al
pie, and hat there is slight prospect of
ON getting.
90 how I wish I had lived, and yeu,
too, Aunt Saidee, when there were
giants in those days"
"There are giants in these days, but
money is required to them, my
dear child"
money money !" slowly said Al
pie. cit is Gods money, after all,
isn't it d? and 1 should think he would
feel just like giving you some of it. l
don't care. I'm only eleven years old,
and 1 can run about and everything,
but you-O dear! There he comes this
minute.
"Who Comes? Who is it, Alpie?"
But there was no answer, for Alpie
was already inside the house, wishing
that she could dust everything, the lit
tie sitting-room, Aunt Saidee, the
brown house, and all with gold; she
did so wish to have the californian"
think well of them all.
"Mother! mother!" cried Alpie,
rushing through the tidy sitting-room
to the kitchen, "there's a gentleman
come to see Aunt Saideev"
"a gentleman! Why, Alpie Luce !"
Eyes, mamma"
And Alpie was in a minute by Aunt
Saidee's side, and there also was Mr..
Bacon, the editor of the Weekly Bless
ing, walking across the bit Of yard that
lay between the gate and the house.
Alpie smiled and blushed, and wished
she knew just what she ought to do
but before her wish was gratified, Mr..
Bacon said:
GOOD morning, my little friend !!
Will you introduce me to your aunt,
Miss Perley?"
"Why, this is aunt Saidee! /
thought you would know," said Alpie.
"And tell her, please, that l am con-
nected with the Weekly B~lessing."
Then aunt Saidee and Mr.. Bacon
shook hands and began to talk to-
gether, and Alpie stole away to tell her
mother all about it.
In the time we have been telling this
story, the poor little red COW was an
dering farther and farther from home.
She was, a Alpie had said, "~clear"
lost. High up OIL one of the hills of
the White mountain range a poor man
had made for himself a home. Even
in New Hampshire there was no land to
be obtained without money, and he had
none.
His winter and summer fuel he drew
down from the heights above him, and
he had cleared and cultivated a little
space of land about his hut. The
pathway that led to this place Blessing
got into, and followed until she came to
the hut on the height.
The little red cow could not have
strayed to any spot where she could
have been more of a blessing han to
the inhabitants of the rude dwelling.
They welcomed her with a gladness
that exceeded that of her arrival at
the little brown house in the autumn of
the previous year.
Hungry, ragged, uncared for little
children shouted, ga COW! a COW has
come !" They gathered about Blessing,
patting their brown hands on her and
cried out, go we'll keep her! Wen
keep her! We've got a cow"