The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-07-17

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risked his life to save her child.
Turning to one of the men, he said !:
Charlie, will you lend me your
snow Shoes"
In moment all was confusion the
men rushed about as if mad. Mckenzie
busted himself putting up flask of his
favorlte brandy, for use shonld Morse
require it.
The arrangements were completed,
and out into the street went the crowd.
The houses were white with snow the
wind came tearing down the hill, dash
ing the falling flakes into their faces,
cutting and binding them. Morse
strapped on the huge shoes, then stood
erect, saying:
"Boys, if l don't get back, send my
things TO my mother Mckenzie knows
her address and now, here goes, and
at the word, off he went into the night
like flash only for an instant was he
seen, then was lost to sight.
Brave heart God in his goodness
will not fail to watch your lonely path
His eye is on you, so breast on and fear
not.
The men went back to the saloon,
glad to return to its shelter and warmth.
| Their glasses were refilled, and silent
prayers were offered for Jake's return.
The doctor said eff Jake does not
return in four hours, go out and meet
him" and then. filling his flask, started
on his way to visit the woman and her
child With his hat pulled over his
eyes, and his face closely mutfied, he
went out into the darkness and the
storm. After plodding some time in
theHdrifting snow, he said to himself
ct shall have to stop at Abe Stearns
and get warm-I can't be far from
there" Pushing on, he reached at
length house, rude and small out OF
the single window shone light. In
answer to his knock, mans voice said
"Come in i" He pushed open the
door and stood within, white with snow.
For moment the light from the large
fire dazzled his eyes. Abe Stearns,
greeting him, said
Why, Doc, are you out on a night
like this? It's a wonder you're not
dead. say, Jessie, here's Doc Holmes,
and from the other room came young
woman with fair, calm face, holding
in her arms bundle of clothes, from
which issued cry, telling that there
was some one beside husband and wife.
Abe said:
Give me the youngster and get the
doctor something warm ; he is cold.
Never mind" the doctor replied
81 will be all right in a moment.
could not resist the temptation of youl
big fireplace. But how is the baby
Let me see him, Mrs. Stearns."
The young mother, with a proud look
and tender hands, uncovered her sleep
ing babe. The doctor, looking at him
a moment, said : He is a fine boy,
Mrs. Stearns, and worthy of his father
and mother how comfortable he looks
in his warm nest, and how different
from the poor child L am on my way tc
see"
"Why, doctor, is there anyone sick
Who is it ?"
The doctor answered in low voice
"A poor, unfortunate, woman, Mrs
Stearns, who is cut off from everyone
and who, in spite of every misfortune,
is woman, and lies at deaths door
with baby by her side; and, to add
still more to her misery, nature has
failed to give the nourishment necessary
for her child"
For moment the husband and wife
stood speechless, and then, in one
breath, they asked, "Who is it, doc
tor?
He answered, Nancy Jones'"
They repeated the words, "Nancy
Jones, and the young mother clasped
her child still closer to her heart, and
looking down on her sleeping babe she
inwardly thanked God, even though hel
home was small and rude, that her
child was safe from such misfortune
as the doctor had related and turning
to him, her mothers sympathy shining
in her face, she said:
ooh, doctor, can't something be done
to save the child? No matter what the
mothers sin, the child at least is in.
nocent. 1t is too something
must be done. Abel. can't you think
of something we can do?"
The doctor said: "The only COW fol
miles around is owned at Port Wine,
and Jake Morse has gone on snow
shoes, in the midst of the storm, fol
milk. If God sees fit to let him return
in safety, then the child might be
saved but if he should fail there was
no hope"
"But Doc" said Abel, chow long
will it take Jake to go and return ?"
about four hours, if he does mis-
best and meets with no accident, 4"
Jessie asked in a low voice, as she
clasped her baby close to her breast,
How long is it, doctor, since the
mother failed to nurse the child ?"
:" She became unconscious about !
o'clock, and since then it has been
without food, and by the time Morse
returns it Will be seven hours.
Jessie did not speak-she looked
down upon her child, wrapped the
shawl closer around its little body, and
out from under the bed drew the rude
cradle-an old boot-box, with rockers
attached, no doubt made by Abel's
hardy hands-and with tenderness
placed her baby in its resting place.
A soft flush covered her face, and her
calm, sweet eyes lit up as she looked
at her husband-the lover of her youth
the one for whom she had left her home,
! the father of her child-and, drawing
her slight form to its full height, she
said