Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-08-25

But it wouldnt open.
Il wish we had staid cut on the green
walled Tidy. e'n'
suddenly Sarah screamed.
IVY ny, as sure as you're alive, they're
gong round to the side Of the church
glf,s, With that splendid wheel of liberty
-, hurry, hurry, hurry" and she began
10 scramble down and pick her way over
the rlckety landing to the belfry stairs
Walt!' called out FFasie; but Sarah
sped on. They could scarcely sec be-
ahead. They had ali 1hey couId do -
follow her, and Thusie, beino lsst and
catching her dress on rusty nail b,- 4ha
unlucky hole she had occurred j.; . .
early part of the day, had TO ston ont.
right and release it, and so was entirelv
separated from the Others Her mates
supposlng her close behind, reached tho
front outer door ana were soon scattered
IN various directions among their fr;erds
and lost in the delightful eniovments
Thusie turned, after aoino dow +1,o
stars, the wrong way Near the foot
tlefe was a closet-a little old musty
place tor odds and ends-a place thar
very rev knew existed. The door of thi
closet stupid Joe had left open when h
Vent Tor a pole that was wanted: and
ihusle, III her bewilderment stumblino
aiong the narrow passage way, turned
INTO TINS door and fell headlone over an
ola worm eaten stool standing in the
middle OF the floor. She struck her fore
mead with great violence on the floor he.
You'd, and knew no more.
Ana now the show was over Fvarr-
body was getting ready for home. Ola
Joe was locking the church.
- Couldnt any friendly hand rouse LITTLE
Ihusle Aunt Fanny, safe at " Brother
John $, supposed her with her mother
on the green. This was WHY Thnsia
wasn't missed by anyone. Couldn't some
thing have whispered TO the loyino
mo1hef as she sat there in her low rock
| , I1 at home herself from
uncle Johns by sick little baby Oracle.
Grooming soft melodies into the fretfuI
little ears of the danger and lonliness
that threatened her little Thusie,
Inc Old church door shut with bang
IL lhls 1t was probably, that fairly reused
lhusle from the sWoon out of which she
was slowly coming.
In those first dreadful moments Thusie
never knew what she did. She eroped
her way out at last to the main passaoa
lhere was window up TO which she
managed to climb and press her frioht-
ened little face piteously TO the name
FROM Tune to time, as she had CROPPED
her way along, she had called and shout
Gu ana then paused to listen. She soon
began to realize this was of no use
"Oh, dear" I don't believe ever
could have hated Uncle johns she
sobbed, Its just the loveliest placer
And then the bitter tears dropped down
and rolled all over the soiled little cock
AIDE that had been so gay and patriotic
IN the early morning. Thusie was &
child ofgreat common sense. She knew
no1hlng could actually harm hJr in the
Ola church, and darkness had never Tor
her any OF those keen terrors that invest
1t with such horrible dread for other
children; but remorse reproached her
sorely.
She said over all her PRAYERS. even
those of her babyhood. And then she
watched and waited. 1T seemed to her
hours, but, in reality, it was only late
bedtime through the village; and lights.
one after another, went out, and all we're
peacefully setting for the night .
What was that Surely nothing but a
mouse nlbbling at the old woodwork,
Again. That was no mouse, Tbus;e
would have said she smelt something.
burning, only she must have been dream
ing. She pinched herself to keep awake.
But no. there certainly was little flame
OF lire shooting up its determined tongue.
right there on the very roof of the porch
Locked up In an old church, with the fire
that had somehow caught from the fire
WORKS and been smoaidering, until now
1t had broken out! All the people at
home and IN bed
Ihusle knew enough to realize that the
old Weather-beaten structure could never
Withstand the test. IF she could only
ring the old bell! But Joe always put up
the ladder and secured it by hook when
ne finished ringing She ratified the win
COW; she screamed, she crawled to the
door and tried with all her might-which
was quite considerable now-to shake it;
anything to make noise.
She could ses the fire slowly growing
bigger. What was one flame had now
become two, with a swift Increasing
velocity that threatened the whole build.
ing.
"oh, dear,T wanted fireworks, and now
have got them moaned Thusle.
Still the awful cracking as the dry
tlmbers TOOK FIRE, and the smoke began
to come in through the big cracks. She
flung herself down on the floor; she could
not look up any more.
Fire FIRE! The church Is on trel' in
what seemed to Thusie the voice of an
angel, ring through the stiffness.
It was farmer Brown going home late
IN his wagon. The old church porch was
wreathed IN flames when his first wild
cry rang over the startled village.
Thusie rushed back to the window.
She felt the hot lush OF the flames push
ing IN at the cracks and the rickety win
dow. The light of the bright fire fell
upon her white dress, whittier face. and
disordered hair; making a strange pic
ture; but she was not discovered vet bv
the excited crowd. At last Job SAWYER,
stalwart rough blacksmith, but with
heart tender as child's, cried out:
"Why! there's little gal up there!'
All eyes were turned then UP to the
window and q caconS,c xo,,,..