The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1875-09-23

10 teu pose God'd let ang hing hurt
--AnyIbing hnft n. II we'd .ay oar PRAYER
twlee9
! hAda'' iheegbt u thst. answered n.
glrh We might try.
Bat I'm 70 sleepy eaua thipk how n
begins
Wen say i aficr ae loot NswGhy
me doWn 30 sleep
Now lay me dowu 10 deep Don't
lei my head alp, Ilelcu,
No. prsy Che Lord my soul TO keep.
! pray The Lord my soul to keep, slowly
repeated the boy, ellugIug closer to the
bosom that wss bis only home.
II should die before wako.
II should die oh, l'm so cold Aud
tieien' iasi feel the iciees In my eyes.
The girl pot her pumb anges on tho
sleepy, shut lids.
They re tears, PEI, she said, tendorly.
You've been crying aud ildn't know il,
Don, cry, Toot.
Bat you're crying, persisted The boy.
only lIule. dear, | wss thinking Of
mamma.
DON'T sou s'pose her eyes shine, up Ia
hevaSn, fast as they used 10 when she
put her arms around me aud said, Dear
Tooti
! guess 50, Helen whispered. trying TO
choke down the sobs.
Aud do you suppose she secs Us down
aere In the snowp
fes, loot; cause you know she said
that she would always be seeing and low.
ing us.
Then then-l don't believe she's sing.
Ing with tho angels. She never sung
when we were cold aud hungry.
Maybe she's asking God to take us out
OF the dark aud the snow. Shall we
finish prayers, now2
Oh, yes, I'd mos forgot. Where was
wel
Leps begin agiu aud go straight
through twice, without stopping, said
Helen.
The snow had covered them closely
ere the prayers were said--the prayers
that had been finished with a low Dear
God, don't let anything hurt us for man.
mas sake. Amenl Aud minute later
both children were fast asleep upon their
cold, wet couches on the hillside.
The storm increased. The winds grew
keener and angrier. Young Harry
Knowles, vending bis way from the city
whore he went to market every day, had
vacated his high spring seat, and was
crouching on the floor Of his wagon,
wrapped up in blankets and talking
cheerly to his iron greys, while they
trotted briskly against the storm,
Never mind, my beauties, he was say.
Ing, only another mile, aud tho shelter
and the food II Then, after pause, these
for them; but oh, 30 much moro for me-
And there's many poor fellow going
home in this awful storm that had about
as lief stay out as 90 In, think. But
my home is home.
And the man half forgot tho cold with.
ont, his heart grew so warm within
him.
His horses sbled presently, threw mp
their heads, snorted. and stood stone
still.
Why, BessI Why, Beautyi Whats
up nowr their master said, springing to
his feet and tightening the relns. Not q
thing In sight but the snow. Go long
Do you hear2 And he gave Bess a sharp
cut across her flank, which made her rear
and plunge; but 90 forward she would
not
Cesar, Mr.. Knowles big dog, who se-
eompanied his master everywhere, had
been standing all this time with his fore
feet on the side board snufiing the air,
and looking around, as dogs that are lost
do, quickly, eagerly. Suddenly he bound.
ed from the wagon, scenling and bark.
ing bis way to a little white heap 10 the
roadside.
Well this beats mel Mr.. Knowles,
said obeying something that babe hIm
follow the brute.
And there they found them-the little
waits bali way mp the hin asleep IN each
others arms.