Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1879-10-02

Asono II am ON the Mill now, Waccnln
the holses Dance mo. Rose, no; it's.
crawl1n' at your stirrup I am, waitin'
the lift OF your hand" "Rosc, Rosie,
darln>w :,
But like hero lighting in battle, she
struck them down, lowering upon her
saddle out of very fear, and shrinking
first from one side to another, uncertain
as to where danger lay. A young girl,
full of her shiverings, her fears. and her
tancies, in a thick, dark cut by the
trghttul moon-rays, miles and miles
from an abode: what If some bold fellow
should hear her mares gallop and ride
to her side MOVIE Is it wonder that she
put her hand over upon the horses neck,
just to make sure of something that was
really alive and q friend?
But, hurrah my brave little Rose, my
brave bay mareI What is that really
downin the gulch this tine, its fore
wheels in a rue and the water playing
like mill-raceithrough theme As you
live, six horses, weary and worn, stand
patiently in harness, and 10! man on
the ground with broken leg and his
reins round his hands, waiting the pain
full night through till day and help shall
come. Nay, never scream, my girl, nor
Jump from your saddle SO. You've found
him, Rose, you've found him, spite Of
of road and rain and night, and your
two slender wet arms frantically cling
ing round his neck are like angel touches
to him.
Now chirrup to your horses, Johnny
Win, and get your stage out of the rut as
you lie on the ground; then up, man,
over the wheel, dragging your leg after
you. Wouldn't that brave girl by your
side make the heart of the very mountain
leap to its mouth9
Slowly and cautiously along the road
they went, the tired mare following be-
hind. Through the shadows and the hills
and the voices of the night, robbed Of
its terors now, went Rose, and Johnny,
and the stage, and the pretty mare across
the treacherous streams, and the thou
sand ravines, and the stones that lay
by the way, and the shadows that
had sprung like wolves to the dainty
stirrup. Slowly, and o, carefully, the
horses ears hanging from very WEAKNESS
but, behold! the breaking of the day
brought them to the highest peak of all,
and the fair down grade was all that lay
between them and rest. Then the horses
pricked up their ears, the wheels spun,
and down they whirled, with Roses own
little foot helping on the break. Well,
we'll, but it was glad they were to see
the houses, though not soul was STIR
ring; what with Jonny's broken limb,
and Roses cheeks feverish with excite
ment, the night she had spent, the deed
she had done, which must go to the
world, and the bushes of her own
ashamed and confessed love.
Astonished the hostlcr was when he
came running, half asleep, and there
was Tim Mcguire staring aghast from an
upper window, and dozen others round
by the numbering stage But Roses ride
was ended, and down she stepped and
slipped away to hide her face in her own
pillow. 1t was ended, but the noise Of
it went abroad through the mountains
and though there was year come the
18th day of January, the folks have never
done talking about the ride she took ii
the nj ght over the roads.
"Sir, I congratulate you on your bride
that is to be- cried I, warmly, turning
to the driver.
"Thank ye,'' he answered, pleasantly
"She will be eighteen come the goth da!
of September"