The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1875-08-11
Vol. XI.
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face in his hands. = -. -
"They are lost. They were
gone over an hour " hen I got to
the school-house, ard there is nc
trace Of them on the'road.' = i;
With a sharp cry of agony the
mother falls on her knees beside
the. weeping father, and for a few
minutes there is silence, broken
only by the loud ticking clock,
and the storm, as its mockingly
beats against the window pane.
Then John Meagher rises and
buttons his coat tightly around
him .-- --.- -. ~. E.
Il must get all the farm hands
and search the plains," he says,
although no man better knows
the uselessness of such a task
From the windowhis wife watch
es them go, and then falls on her
knees, praying God to protect her
darlings. Even then they are
calmly sleeping under the shelter
of the haystack- in one Of their
fathers fields. But the anxious
parents do not know it, and when
at night the little band return
half frozen and exhausted after a
fruitless search, the children are
given up for dead. 49,
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:.'~ apathy, I'm so hungry" IL
"Where's your pail, Nose? I
lost mine in the snow when we
knelt down."
aWhy, here it isl And I didn't
eat my turnover, because mother
put in two. Won't you have half,
Patty ?"
ssNo, Nose. =, Eat it all yourself.
It's none too big" And generous
hungry Patty turns away ElS's from
the tempting morsel offered her.
The cold, sharp air now begins!
to penetrate their hiding place
through the hole which had ad-
mitted them. The SNOW has nearly
covered it up, and Nose begins to
cry after he has eaten his pie, be-
cause he has no more, and it is so
dark, and he wants mother.
-. Brave Patty, although she feels
like crying herself, draws him
close to her and tells fairy tales
until he drops off to sleep again.
But Patty cannot sleep. She re-
peats to herself all the many
texts she has learned at Sunday
School and then says Our Father
oh, if morning would only
comew
Atlast Mosewakes half benumb-
ed with cold. To quiet him and
to rally her own tagging spirits,
Patty begins to sing one Of their
own Sunday School hymns. While
they are singing something very
black and shaggy pokes its head
into the hole. Nose cries ont with
fear, but Patty kaowszit is dog,
and that assistance must be near.
She feebly calls for help, and then
she hears the dog barking as it
runs away. Soon her cry<is an
swered, for an arm reaches down
through the snow and draws first
Nose, then Patty, out Of their re-
fuge.
"Bless me sowl! By all the
saints and holy powers, how came
yez here ?" he exclaims. eyer
fayther thinks yez be froze, and
we're huntin' all the blessed night
af:her yez."
Patty's teeth chatter too much
to speak and Nose only cries, so
lifting the little boy in his arms
they start for home, which can
be plainly seen in the early dawn.
ats me dog that's the foine
baste !" continues the Irishman.
"He knowed what we was lookin'
fur, and ne it is that found yez.
Wasn't it yerself, Rover me boy ?"
The black shaggy dog leaps about
uttering sharp barks Of joy as if
he knew all about it. Never did
royal guest receive more cordial
welcome than the plain uncouth
Irishman, who brings back the SUM-
shine which faded yesterday for
ever as they thought, from their
home.
Who can describe that scene
where Nose clasped in his moth
er's arms, and Patty on her fathers
knee, relate their story. Pat
stands wonderingly by, waiting
for his share Of the warm break
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