Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-01-27

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fevered girl fell asleep, to dream of the
old yellow Grover Tract stage straining
its way over the heavy sandy roads to
Northboro', the only place where there
ice she coveted.
sit will be so nice!' she murmured in
her sleep. 'My throat is parched and it
will cool my drink so deliciously!.'
A cricket sang in the heated wall and |
woke her. She heard the stage trundling
over the hill.
elias it come, mother?" she asked.
SWhat, dear2 you are dreaming. Wake
up, and drink some Of this nice iced lem
onade"
'Ice, mother! Where did you get it,"
'Fenrel has been to Northboro, for it.
He's very kind to you, BERTHE, DEAR
cts refreshing. How long have / been
asleep, mother?"
Gall the afternoon, and really think
you look better, Berthe"
Bertrode turned on her pillow and fell
asleep again. In the morning she was
better. but not we'll. The pale lips were
still parched the mouth so long fevered,
tasteless. She relished only the drinks,
iced and cool, which her mother prepared.
One day she said:
''How is it that that ice lasts so?''
"Why Fennel goes to Northboro' for
a fresh piece every other day. The
weather is SO warm that it melts very
fast"
"But it's haying time. How can he be
sparedT
she goes at night after eight o'clock.
/ don't see how he can do it when he
works in the field until he is ready to
drop.
"Then why do you ask him, mother?"
'sGoodncss, child! never asked him !;
l guess didn't! It's his own service. l
never dreamed Of asking him..
Bertrode, bolstered up in bed sat silent
awhile.
Fennel's very kind" she said at last;
but don't like to tax people so. Moth
er, if am better tomorrow can't ride
out?"
"Perhaps So"
! To-morsow Bertrode was feverish again.
Nothing passed her parched lips but a
yellow peach, rareripe, that was won
der to the neighborhood.
''Where did it come from, mother?'
"Fennel broughtit.'
The next morning, when she awoke,
gust of spicy GOODNESS whitfield into her
face.
$ What is that?' she CRIED starting
up.
Just pitcher of sprays from the scrub
oaks Of the low-lands, their tender, pen
dant acorns swinging among the glossy
leaves-branches of bayberry, sweet
fern and handful of checkerberry
mixed with sweet swamp heliotrope
and wild asters, all dripping with the
, morning dew.
sob, mother, bring it closer Where
did you get it?' placing her thin, whit,
hands among the cool. sweet foliage.
3 Fennel left it at the door thi!
morning. He thought it would pleas
| you"
) ''It does please me-
= No one but Fennel knew how sh
: liked fragrant green leaves and swami
J. heliotrope.
j She was grateful, and she told Femme
b so when she saw him. To prove it sh
let him drive her out and find her rose
again among the fields. AS the ligE
n came back to her eye and the dimple t
: her cheek, she laughed merrily sometime
e and forgot to look Wistfully towards tn
e mountains, as he had noticed her doing s
:. often two months before.
IS One day she was pale and trouble
n when Fennel came with his buggy, Sh
was silent for few moments after the
r. began their drive.
n Fennel?'
70 "Well?'
ID Are you going away!'
70 Eyes
of "Why, tell me, please!'
as "That was all. She did not dare pr
re tend not to understand him. Both fac
ne were pale. He turned towards her
e last, smiling family.
m Yes, BERTHE, you don't need me al
et longer, and l am going away to try
Ie hard as can to forget you. 1t is stran
to that such sweet-eyed girl should eau
TX so much pain, isn't it?'
tn Bertrode didn't speak. They rode
If. silence along the river road. Bertro
"a was listening, as if charmed, to the CHI
ing of little bird among the scrub GA
XIV by the river. 1t was a hearty, CHEEKY
70 tic bird that seemed to have no nonsen
no about it.
rd The road grew narrower. The II
res branches met above their heads a
ore gradually grew lower. Fennel put {
at his whip to hold them out of their fac
nd The motion startled the horse-or
might have been twanged by the spri1
nv ing sprays He leaped suddenly forwa
and Bertrode was flung from the ca1ris
The and down the steep bank into the river
gu. Stunned by the shock, she tloated |
lie, a corpse. If she had seen Fennel Goul
face, then. she would have wonder
ed even though she believed that she KIN
his love. He drew in the prancing ho7
and flung himself from the carria
I'D Dashing down the steep declivity,
threw himself into the river.
you The tide was rapid. Already the fig
Of the drowning girl, half submerged, !
floating into the middle Of the curr,
!, There were strong, fierce rapids, a az
she ter OF a mile below, and TIE tide sw
1t them both toward it. Funnel Gould
pended every resource of body
ing heart in that struggle for life and Il
She hoated on on--before him in