The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1876-03-26

that far of morning-ages ago, it seemed
that there was plenty Of wood. There wasno
wood left now she had put the last on be-
fore going out. But Mrs. Hardy had not
survived the cruel tempest TO perish for
the lack OF an armful OF fuel. Her nus.
band might die yet, If not properly cared
for. She could not rest, she could not
breathe, until he should speak to her
AGAIN, and assure her that he was going 10
live.
She carried the lamp TO the window. and
shading her fncc with her hand, looked
out. The wOodpile. whenever the driving
snow permitted glimpse. was n discour-
aging sight, Ouly "a log showing here and
there, like the fin OF buried whale. Jen-
nv shrugged her shoulders ruefully, and
turned away. Then she bethought herself
of stack of wonderful knots and gro
tesque little stumps, which Roland had
from time to time stored in corner of the
loft; TO bo worked up, when help in his
labor should arrive and ho had conse-
quently more leisure into vases and hang
ing baskets for the house plants. IL seem
cd II pity to burn these but pity must
give way to necessity; and, without mo-
ment's hesitation, Jenny rcascended the
stairs, and made n plentiful selection from
them. They were dry as finder; and in
short time II noble fire cracked aud roar
ed in the big stove, and Roland Hardy was
oh-inR and ah-ng under his blankets with
the pain of returning warmth.
The glowing conscioasness that she had
saved him bore Jenny up. Her own ex-
hau,tion was almost unfelt, her eyes
| spalkled triumphantly; and as she put
| the kettle over the fire, and got out Ko-
lands slippers, and some dry clothing, and
| placed them by the stove TO warm. her
heart was giving won't to praises OF thank
| fulness.
She drew the wide. comfortable sofa to
the fire, and heated its cushions Then
she stopped and took her husbands face III
| her hands.
| ION, Roland, do YOU know what fear
| full tramp we have had2 DO you know
that we were freezing to death only
short while agoY
Roland did not know anything very
clearly rs vet; but he grew conscious of
| being by the fire, wrapped In warm
blankets; when, rs he vaguely remember
ed, hls last act was TO lie down in The
| snow.
what was done3" he presently asked
How did we get here, Who helped usY'
Angels" replied Jenny.
"You must have brought me-and you
may have killed YOURSELF" cried Roland I;
II glimmer of intelligence beginning to
light up his eyes.
don mean to die bv Heavens good will.
And now / am going TO pull off your
boots"
ION, jenny"
But remonstrance was idle. He was
thrust back on the pillows, and his boots
removed, with great dificulty, and many
tragic ilOurishes and solemn remarks con-
corning ms lnnfultnte VANITY III wearing
such tight ones. Poor Jenny, III the joy
OF their escape, strOVe TO make merry.
She was say ing, rs she put them away,
that she would next get him into bed, ana
make him cup Of coffee; ana Roland was
struggling to free himself from the blank
cts, aud vowiug that he would have no
more nonsense, when the room began
whirling around her, 81 feel 50 ridicu-
lousy faint, she said, rs he started up
ana the next moment she had fallen into
his extended arms.
Her first sensation on coming to herself
was consciousness OF intense comfort,
mingled with luxurious, drowsy wish
that II might last forever. Present time
had faded from her. She tancied she was
"a child again, tenderly borne upon her
mothers breast, and NESTING among soft
pillows. She heard the lambs beating up
on the green hlllsides, the brown thrush
singing in the sweet lriar hedges; the per-
fumes OF clover blossoms and OF June OSes
seemed softly TO sweep over her. touching
her face like cool, sweet. shadowy hands
and she nestled closer among the pillows
anu slept.
Her next consciousness was that of G
man stumbling over a chair, and utterinG
in consequence mid imprecauon. Sht
opened her eyes. The gray light OF the
late winter morning filled the little cabin
She was lying in one OF her best night
gowns, tucked up in high state on the sofa
ana II WAS the tea Kettle she had heard II
! her dreams, and the cologne water on hel
the breath of summer fields. Close beside
. her was the arm chair where Roland ha(
sat and watched through the night. He
boot, and snow-wct clothes were strewI
. recklessly about the floor: wine, camphor
, the coffee pot, and the Chappcd hands 10
, ton occupied the table; the bathtub wa
, | tilted up by the wood box; the WARDROBE
borp evidence of having been turned top
, sy-iurVy; and David was calmly slumber
ing on her best shawl. The devastating
, power of man had been let loose III tina
| orderly little house.
: Poor David lie had got home then
He must have lost his way a. they did.
, Roland Hardy, nwkwardly busy ate
1 mans fashion, and alternately regarding
his wife. lest his NOV emenis had awakened
her, looked half bewildoTed. His mani,
face WAS softened by u look OF the keenes
!. and tenderest soliCltude, lntcrspeTsed will
perplcXity rs TO tho household arrange
!, m0nts He had just poured some waite
I into the tea kettle, and was looking help
= lessly about for the cover.
ION the top of the coffee mill, dear,
spoke up Jenny, enCouraslngly. Aud sh
was surprised ut the weak, tired sound o
her own voice.
G lie came swiftly to her side, and knel
Z down. Jenny drew his head closely L
!, her breast. Dear heart!" she whispered
! II am SO glad we are alive"
/ 1t was long while before Roland spoke
= and when he did, 1t was in chok.n
, - talked to you like a ruffian yesteI
mo, dear. it was | who did that"
: =" 1t all came back to me III the night
- and, with II, how you dragged me out O
: the jaws Of death. You saved my life
|, Jenny"
= Because your life is so dear to mo!
!, was only selfish, you see
And you risked your own life, he con
tinusd, softly. IL ought to have cut III
, tongue out Jenny, before saying to you
i. cross word. on, my best and sweetest"
= A beautiful blush stole over her face,
smile parted her lips.
u Roland, you know it was all my faul
u all my temper. But, my dear think til
. night has cured us both OF i'll temper foi
ever. Aud oh, how delightful seems
= me the home here that grumbled at
:, ies, II no doubt read an efioctual lesso
y to both of them. There are enough ret
- ills in life without creating imaginar
- ones. And this true picture of day IN
- settlers existence may perhaps serve rs
. lesson 10 us, by making Us more contente
u with our own civilized lot.
n The Tigers OF JeypOrc.
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/, There were nine residents OF Jeypor
,, however, who were not allowed to witness m
a royal entry albeit their dwelling place Mas M