Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-09

heart beats; didn't you notice that2"
eyes! yes! see that his life was a
beatin' away, but nothin' We could do
wouldn't suit him, and, in fact, there
didn't seem to be nothin' we could do.'
SWELL she said, finding his wander
ing thoughts had come home again, ''when
the blood comes that way and Is bright
rcd like that, you must do something at
once. You must put your force ON a
knot as I did, bntween the wound and
the heart. And, while knotted band is
being got ready, you ought to hold the
limb up as high as you can. That will
check the blood. I forgot that at the
time"
~ never did see the beat!" answered
John, his limited vocabulary allowing no
more elegant phraseology in which to ex-
press his wonder and esteem.
Sarah was moving Oh when John called
after her.
"Say, sis, it's shame! but those num-
heads went to work and tore that pooty
muslin thing of yours all to pieces, think
in cause you asked for one bandage
you'd want twenty more. MISS Wait was
dreadful sorry. Said if there had been
enough left for an apron 'twould mt ben
80 bad"
Sarah laughed and went on, smoothing
down dusty alapaca overskirt-an old
one of Jenny's cut down.
A few days after, the Earle family were
all in the kitchen at supper, when there
came a big knock at the front door. She
returned directly with a package in her
hand, reading on the outside wrapper in
rather Disguised tone as she walked
in:
"To the little girl who learns her les
son at school so well.''
"Susie Of course said Sarah, with a
lofty air; for Hattie had looked at her,
while Susie was aged six.
Il don't know why it mayn't mean you
too," retorted Hattie. ut looks like
Squire Waite's hand, thoug little
shaky."
Sarah had half a mind not to take
the protfered bundled. As she took off
the newspaper wrapper she saw anote,
Slipped under the string OF a brown paper
parcel from city store, as was evident by
the advertisement. The note was direct
ed to "Miss Sarah Earle" and read as
follows:
Dear Sarah: was dreadful sorry you
lost your overskirt and the squire was
too, and you shouldn't lose nothing by it.
So went to the city, and went round
and round till was tired to deth, and
my head was all of daze. Finerlly I
went into the incest looking store and
the one recommended the highest and
was shown to the proper clerk for such
things, and says to him in a despairing
way, expect: "Show me the genteelest,
handsome and most sootable dress for a
young lady of fifteen years." He asked
was you dark or blond?'
Says I, "Mlddling, with rosy cheek
and bright eye, and such look as you
might CESS a girl to have that tore her
bran new overskirt all to bits to stop my
husband from bleeding to DEATH" l can
tell you folks near by was interested to
hear all about it; and one gentleman Civ
me the book you find inclosed, with his
respects. The end of it all was, that the
head one OF the store came up and sold
me the dress very reasonable, and leave
to change if you don't ike it, and like
wise put in the piece of muslin for a
school overskirt, as near like yours as I
could see, free.
With my earnest hopes that you will be
as good woman as girl, remain your
humble servant, NJ E. Wait.
Sarah had read the note aloud at the
eager request OF the family; but it had
been hard work for her, and she now
! burst into tears and was running off with
out even looking at her treasure, when
her father called out, cheer1ly:
"Come, Sadie. let's see what the squire
wife bought for you. allus thought
| she was close woman and guess it's a
pink Calico"
~"How can you, fathers" asked Sarah,
Indignantly. But she did dry her eyes,
nevertheless.
There was a chorus of "oh's?" and
"splendid!' when a piece of silvery sum-
mer elk was unrolled.
Enough said Hattie, ''for whole
suit: and you deserve it, Sadie; and I'm
real glad of it,
THAT'S organdy muslin and very nice"
remarked Jenny, as the muslin came into
view.
The book proved to he pocket edi-
ton OF whittier. She SAID softly, as she
took it in her hand: "That's the best of
all, because l can keep it always"
! On the fly leaf was written:
| MISS SARAH EARLE
A token of admiration for her noble
conduct. JOHN BREWSTER.
| It was from one she never knew mol
was ever likely to see; yet it was all the
more delightful to think that, to one per
son in the world, she would always seem
''noble." Her soul thrilled at the thought
AS she rose to carry away her precious
bundles her father spoke far more gently
than was his wont:
''The best Of all, I think, is that you
did it without thought OF reward. Wad<
Awdke.