The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-07-16
|stroked his hair, as if she were the moth
er, instead Of the little sister Of the bow

stroked his hair, as if she were the moth
er, instead of the little sister Of the bow
Of seventeen.
My fever is coming on as hard as il
can come, SIS said Davy. "By after
noon I'll be the widest fellow you've ever
SEEN"
"No, no, Davy. Take good rest now
replied Hettie; and again the 'llttle sis
ter patted and caressed ner brother, as if
she bad power over all evil spirits. And
indeed she seemed to control the evil
spirits that tormented her brother, fol-
sleep came and poured balm on his fever
lsh, aching head. He thought no more
OF Jack FrOst's "dreadful pictures OF
the green wood, or the whistling winds
He slept for nearly two hours, and while
he slept, Hettie repeated often to herself
the mothers tender words, "God is good
"God is your Father" ''The wood is
green. and the kindlings wet, and the
chimney smokes, and we haven't much
money left, and all t''at people tell us is
at we'll have to go to the poor house, .
she said. And then, with thought of
pride, she raised her head and shook it
almost disdainfully, as she added, "Nev-
er! never! I'll work, and so will Davy,
as soon as he is well; and we'll earn
enough to support us. For God is good
God is your Fat err"
But when Davy walked he was restless
and lid with fever. ..4..
"Whew! whew!'' he exclaimed, as he
opened his eyes and loo ed around HIM
"Plenty of dry wood on now. Nc
green wood here. Cracks all stopped up
too. Hot house!'
'Its cold enough here" thought Het
tie. ''The green wood don't half burn
Poor, boy his fever has come on again."
clay me out in snow-drift!' ex
claimed Davy after few minutes quite
"Come little sister, be quick, Raise tn
window and put me out. Moved int
a frey furnace, haven't you? Yes, yes greer
wood all gone"
Davy's fever went. off gradually, ant
when. it was time to light lamp HI
had grown cool and seemed himsel
again; but all through the day he talked
much about Jack Frost and his 'dreadfu
pictures" and about "getting down 81
low that there was no getting up again.
Hetty did not go up to her bed tina
night until Davy was quiet III his; ant
then she lay down not to sleep. He
brother was breathing as if in refreshin!
sleep; but in the darkness she was paint
ing a pictu1e-a picture that had al
bright and pleasant things both in tn
background. At las: she fell ASLEEP
repeating to herself, "God is good; God i
your father" 20
In the morning Davy was much better
and when she had given him his break
fast, and made everything around hin
as comfortable as she could, she told hin
that she, as *ell as Jack Frost, coul(
make pictures-that she had been a
work on one the night before, Will
he was asleep.
"And what have you been paintin!
little sister?" replied Davy. II think
kno<. You've been painting a chariot
with you and me in it, drawn through
the air by six milk white horses. That
what you've been at. l know you"
"That WASH tiny paintlng," remarked
Hetty, half-playfully. half tenderly, "Af
ter | put out my light and was in bed
said to myself, "God is good. God il
your Father" and that Davy helped m,
to paint my picture. But there isn't any
chariot IN 1t, nor even one horse, of any
color. Only pleasant little home, will
warm fires, and bright lights, and plenty
OF work for you and me to do
We don't want to be rich, you know,
added Hetty, very demurely and sagel,
for a girl of fifteen; ''for riches are dan
gerous. And if they were not, they hav.
a way, sometimes, Of using their wing
just as birds do"
did you leave the green wood out O
your picture, Hetty?"
Eyes, and the green kindlings, too, ant
the smoky chimney for you see PAL nte,
picture of things as they're going to be
and not as they are now"
While Hetty was telling Davy all abou
her picture; she forgot everything else
and the fire went out.
"Well, this will never do" she said
''to sit here and talk about pictures ant
SILVER with the colo. Ill run out anC
see if can't pick up something dry tt
start fire."
Hetty took basket and went out, sing
ing as merrily as a bird. Her pictur,
was before her eyes all the time, and sh,
couldn't help singing. But she found i
20 easy matter to fill her basket it'll
what she wanted. There was nothing dr.,
to be found, and she turned to go back
into the house. when she heard pleas
ant, CHEEKY voice. She looked up an(
saw a man Smuggling the roof of a hous
near by.
"Hard finding anything but dirt ane
stones there, my little MISS" he said
"but just wait minute while l throw
YOU down a buncn of these old shingles.