Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1878-03-06

crowd met theIl, surging both ways.
few Of the girls stopped on the corner
to ogle party of mechanics, who sat
with tin pals between their blue-over-
allied legs, eatir G the cold bite, which
nature craved.
Three girls attempted TO cross the
street. One of them was Jac. Dubois.
Coming toward them from the other
side was a nurse and child, about four
years old. As the nurse endeavors to
pull the little one along it stumbles and
falls, the little woman relaxes her hold
upon the little white hand and springs
forward TO avoid the approach of an ex-
press wagon.
The child knows not its danger. but
the bystanders see it. The nurse and
several women scream, but no one tries
to save it. The burly driver strives in
vain to check the restive horses. Almost
miraculously they step over the little
creature lying so helplessly there with
out even abraiding the skin. But see
the lovely little head with its cluster
ing curls is directly in the course of
the heavily tired wheel. No one can
grasp the infant and no one stirs. What
an instant, what terrible suspense,
when the frightened bystanders expect
10 hear in an instant the cracking bones
of the child's head.
Stay, One hand does strive to grasp
the infant and fails. What can she do
"a slight girl? .'What is Jac. Dubois
DOING" springs into the brains of her
companions.
Readily the girl saw that nothing
could save the child's life but sacrifice.
and the sacrifice-which came, God
knows, from pure heart-was made |
Her slender foot was placed firmly be-
fore the ponderous wheel, then she |
grasped the spokes and pushed with all
her strength TO change its course. 1t
| turned from its former track just suffi- !
cient 10 avoid the infants head; but in |
its revolution it pushed poor Jacque- |
lines foot out of all shape.
The child was quickly picked up by |
one of the bystanders and brushed of |
by the frightened nurse, who tried to
quell its sobs, while her own tears were |
chasing each other down her cheeks. |
The inanimate form of our poor heroine |
was laid upon the broad tagging of the
sidewalk. She had tainted.
Brave girl, Who is she?" said a |
benevolent old gentleman, who had !
just approached, attempting at the same
time to chafe some life into her hands. |
''Only Jac. Dubois" answered one of
her former companions, who was
already surmisiRg what change her ab-
sence from the factory would occasion |
in her particular work, and hoping TO
step into her place.
.'Jac. Dubois? Oh, Heaven, is il 1
Jac?" cried one of the young carpen-
ters, his pail being flung from him into
the street, and he bending down and
looking intently into the young girls |
face.
"You know her, them" questioned |
the old gentleman.
"Yes, sir, do:"
''Will you care for her? She should |
have immediate rttention. You ought |
to take her to the nearest surgeon"
''She shall have it, sir. will do so.
Ed''-tO workman-''get carriage for
me-"
''She is noble girl, 4" said the old gen.
tleman, looking down At her. who is |
she-where does she live? / should like
TO call upon her."
'Jacqueline Dubois, No. 920 Spring /
street. VIII you help me put her into
the carriage?"
Various offers were made to put the
manned girl into the vehicle. 1t was
successfully accomplished, and the car
riage rolled away to obtain medical aid
for the sufferer.
The spectators dispersed. the girls re-
turning to complete their days work.
The old gentleman stepped up to the
nurse, who was kneeling in a doorway
still brushing the particles of dust from
the child's dress. He had only seen the
crippled girl and beheld her heroic ac-
ton from a distance.
my good woman, who is this
W nat. ASnes-Gracle.
"Oh, Mr.. Latin, you won't discharge
me, will you? The baby is safe and
sound, and I'll buy her a new frock. /
couldn't help it, sir-indeed, indeed,
in"
''Papa, papa
Mr.. Latin took his baby in his arms,
and kissing her dear little face, turned
from the nurse without word and
gazed in the direction of the rapidly
disappearing vehicle, until the large
tears gathered in his eyes rolled down
his checks.
''Noble girl noble girl her foot for
my child's life. But she shall not suffer
if money can repair the damage"
Byron Latin was very rich.
"Jacqueline Dubois, No. 920 Spring
street,
The old gentleman put it down in his
notebook as he called a carriage to take
the careless nurse and his only, his
darling child Oracle, to their magnifi-
cent home. As he pressed her to his
bosom her life seemed doubly dear as
he thought of the recent danger and
her narrow escape.
Jaqueline Dubois lies in the only bed
room on the first floor of her humble
home. The injured foot has been prop
erly cared for, but the physician gave
little encouragement to her ever walk
ing upon it again without the aid of
crutch.
By her side is the young and pleasant
faced carpenter, George Dunham. He
is holding her hand.
George, where is mother!"
"Gone to have your father come
home from his work"
at is too bad," she moaned. "Father
will lose day, and you will lose day,