New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1880-01-28

damage done. But by evening the
storm had passed away, and the night
was bright and clear, and the next
morning dawned beautiful and cool.
Every growing thing looked green and
fresh after its bath, and everybody was
in such good spirits that there was moth
ing heard in Elmtown but singing,
whistling and laughing. But in the
houses where the soiled clothing lay all
ready for Mrs. Marks, when seven,
eight, nine, ten o'clock struck and she
did not come, the ladies began to Won
der; and as the day passed without her
making her appearance, they wondered
still more.
1T is strange" they said, "because
she has never missed q day before.
Still it is scarcely possible that there is
anything wrong at the Beehive. The
family were all we'll when che was here
on Saturday, and if any of them have
been taken sick since, surely one of tho
others would have come to tell us of
it."
But Tuesday came and went by, and
no word from the Beehive. "Perhaps
the sister Mrs. Marks expected from the
West has arrived" said Mr.. Raisins,
the baker.
"That's no reason she shouldn't
send Sallie or Lizzie for the clothes, If
she didn't wish to come herself" said
his wife. ut is much more likely she
has been suddenly called sway-she
told me the other day her father was
ailing-and has taken the children with
her. But if don't hear from her be-
fore long I shall send John" (John was
ner nephew, tall boy with a good
aatured face like her own) "to the Bee
hive tomorrow morning."
But that very afternoon q little dirty,
ragged-looking dog limped into to1n
and found his way to the bakers shop,
and battered in over the clean floor,
leaving black mark at every step.
"John, drive that dog OUT" CRIED
the bakers wife, who was arranging
the cream-cakes on big, white platter
in the window, ''and give him roll
and drink of water on the sidewalk"
John laid down the twist-loaf he had
in his hand, picked up roll, and went
to coax the dog outside. But as he
came near it sat up on its hind legs,
and waved one little front paw, while
the other hung limp and useless. And
Bun, coming in at that moment, gave
3 bark Of astonishment, and then q
longer one of welcome.
"Why. auntie,' said John, "it's
Fright, of the Beehive"
Mrs. Raisins dropped the last cream
cake on the floor, and came hurrying
out from behind the counter.
"God bless metz she exclaimed, $50
il is. Husband, husband, come here"
Mr.. Raisins in white apron and paper
cap, his shirt-sleeves rolled up above
his elbows, fastened from the bake
nouse into the shop. He knew some.
thing was wrong when his wife scream
ed in that way. And when he saw the
log he said, too, "God bless me!
Fright, of the Beehive!'' And off went
cap and apron and down came the
sleeves, while Fright limped toward the
door, looking back all the time as
though saying, "Oh! do make haste
and follow me-"
In s moment, poor, old fellow"
said the baker, and going to the wagon
which stood before the door laden with
bread and cake, he began unloading it
as fast as he could, shouting to
his nephew at the same time,
Tell Jake and Frank to carry
these things to the customers as
soon as they can-there will have
to be some late suppers in Elmtown
to- to.nigh'-and you' John' come with
Meanwhile, Mrs. Raisins had offered
Fright nico, fresh biscuit; but al
though the hungry little dog took it he
would not eat it in spite Of all Buns
coaxing, but kept it in his mouth until
he jumped into the bakers wagon, and
even then, though the baker showed
him the food they were taking with
them, he still refused to take q mouth
full, but dropping it before him guarded
It carefully until the lane was reached
that led to the Beehive.
Then for moment Fright forgot his
charge and, jumping from the wagon,
ing loudly. Mr.. Raisins and John fol-
lowed-the lane was too narrow for the
wagon-and few steps brought them
to what was once the home of the
Marks family and the bees.
A great oak had been uprooted in
Sunday terrible storm, and had fallen
across the cottage, completely crush
ing in the roof. The four posts and
one of the side walls were still stand
ing; but all the rest was in ruins.
The bees were flying about in great
distress; the hens and chickens were
running around, complaining that they
had not been fed; the cat came up to
them with several inquiring meows,"
but where were the widow and her
childrenp
"Great Heavens! where can they
ber said the baker, dreadful fear
fallingupon him. Frightkne,O. Straight
to what once had been the little lean-to
kitchen he went, and voice apparent
y from under the ground answered his
barking. It was the voice of Mrs
Marks, and she and her children
were in the tiny cellar, whittier
they had fed, thinking it would
soon be over, when the storm COM
menced. The tree had fallen in such
way that one Of its branches held the
trap-door firmly down, having, most
fortunately, split narrow board of
with the shock.
Through this crevice enough air had
been admitted to sustain life, and
through this crevice, enlarged . little
BY Mrs. Marks, whose hands had been
badly hurt while endeavoring to widen
it, brave little Fright had struggled
forth to carry his bad news to his
friends In Elmtown.
3 Drive to town 40 fast % you can
shouted the baker to his nephew, !" and
bring . couple Of strong men back with
you" And away went John ct . rate
that must have greatly astonished the
fat OLD ! id horse used only g = 5og.tlot )
he continued, speaking 70 the widow,
81 hope you're all-all right down
there. $ 81
In his heart he was afraid some d
'hs little ones might b dead. . he had