The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1875-11-25

his pocket and Kristine laughed softly
70 herself in the cave 1t the fancy for
% far q the eye could reach there was
lust woods everywhere: She could not
laugh very loud or make much noise.:
With tho mighty, silent, glisteping. form
pointing up tho river and Standing with
| it, face turned up to the gun. 49,. .'
+ = The young worshiper was startled by 4
wild a6fiek; that ram through The valley
and leaped up tho mouptain.side. IT.:
! Il deelkfs!" sbe said, jumpingEap and
it's most time for SUPPER *.1'S's 81.
No. q vas = long. syerysy lopg hne g! o. !.
freight-cars, laden with tons and tons q
| coal from the mines; and that 9flskne~
the cries Of the locomotive engines quite
a. we'll ~ We know the voices OF our
friends 49,, ~ XIX! XIX; -,
The passing trains on that railroad
! were the sole links that in winter bound
this wood-cutter's. child; to the great
world. There was no other cabin in several
miles. In fact, it had been forgotten that
John Muller lived at all When in the
river.valley was given the great warning
to beware Of the ice.gcrge. that some day
would come tearing along, John Muller
Was forgotten. Well, what wonder! He
was only . poor fellow y IN elbigrant
from 0ermany-a stranger in q strange
land, <whose Language hescou1d not speak.
He had put up =, cabin in the very heart
Of the hills, and, Was there alone in his
fight with the forest for his daily bread.
II the ice.gorge. should sweep down in
The night and carry away thoscabin, with
John Muller, Mrs. Mullsr, Krist;ne, and
the baby in it, who would know. who
would miss them3 "a
Kristine had one friend. He was the
engine.dr Of No. 81. Tho train pass
ed in the night now, and was passenger
express; but sometimes, when the light
was moonlit, so that he could see, the en-
gineer would toss down by the track.side
near the cabin PARCEL that had been
gatheredin the cars after tho passengers
were gone--pictures, magazines, anything
that might be left. Now and then in the
! roll was found German newspaper, and
that always sent delight through the cab
in. 80. IT,.
1t was long time since the engineer
had left any thing on the snow, and Kris.
tine. had almost forgotten to keep watch.
On the morning after the ascent Of the
mountain TO- see the statue she determin.
ed to walk up and n~the .track,,to sec
! ifatheri friend had Remembered her. She
found nearlya quarter Of mile from the
house . parcel lying close to the rail. It
WAS not like the roll she was used to find
Ling. 1T was d carefully folded and tied
up bundle. She knew that it must have
been dropped from the Car by accident
She carried il home. Her mother opened
it. It contained dainty little dress fol
= child, several pretty scarfs of bright
colored silk, = little note, written in q
language that they could not read, and
IN illustrated paper, containing sketches
Of great food. carrying down with il
houses, bridges, cattle, and trees. One
Of the pictures Was sketch Of bridge
very like the one Kris.ine had seen from
the hight, and coming down upon it 8
mountain Of cakes Of ice.
"How dreadful, said Mrs. Muller, in
pitifulf German, accents ':Poor folks. tt
live whore the riverEgets high, like that!
And she shrugged her shoulders and
shivered at the thought.
I "Our rivers asleep!' said Kristine
ado you know what'it will do when ii
wakes up :" .
1T won't get up to our cabin.door,'
said her mother. "We're pretty high
up ~ssAnd lit, did look quite safe just
then, With the river so quietly tucked in
to it's winter bed below. And ther.
right behind them was the safe noun
tains to fec to in case of danger;
| r.
time, looked ut the little dress and the
bright scarfs, and said he should 60 the
next day to tho nearest Naturalization
and carry the parcel. Somebody had
lost it, and would be glad to get it back
The next day came, fair and mild
John Muller put on his best clothes, and
having said two or three last good-byes
started for the village. 1t was ten miles
distant, and he might not get back that
night. fit should storm or grow cold
he promised not to, start for home at all
His way led him down past the bridge
that Kristine had seen. John Muller
needed holiday, and it was very pleas
ant to walk toward the coming sun and
feel the warmth of spring steal through
the air. Mrs. Muller hoped that Joh1
| WVulN 1lVt tAoto 3uy WuAShy willie uc wax
gone; and Kristine" begged him to fetch
her some nice white paper and = lead
pencil. She Was afraid she should forget
how the ice-statue looked, and sh,
thought she could make something like il
& onlpaper, if.shsjtried.ls So; -
About MONDAY it grew warmer; the4
clouds came and it lbegan to rain. By
nightfall down tho mountain came little
rivulets, formed by melting SHOWS. II
was quite dark, and John Muller had mo-
reached home. The night was black al
eight Of the clock. nPapa, can never fine
:. ~. IN the blackness,"'' said Kristiae; ant
!; she put : candle close to, the window up
stairsiin her own ROOM. The rain dashet
against the ,panes and half blinded il,
light. .$Kristinep put, two candles in thi
window, picked up the baby. and kissed
him. saying Isnt 1T funny. my littl,
nan-our lighthouse lin the woods 10,
papa 'tostrudgs home BY - l. - ~:
wa Mrs. Muller went often to the door tt
! listen She could hear, the roar of tn
Il wind in the pines up the mountain anc
the pelting Of the rain; but nothing
J, nsee.T A tsnao'clock they had yawnet