Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-02-01

were informed of this, and they never
neglected to tell the travellers about
Guttorm, and thus 1t happened that
from year to year many shillings were
collected for Dolly. This money Gut
torn gave every evening to his mother
and begged her to keep it for Dolly.
The father could thus afford to let Gut
torn have his own way, as he contrib
uted much more to the household in this
manner than he could have done by run
nlng errands for people or doing small
jobs.
\ happier boy than Guttorm was one
could hardly imagine. lie went about
busying himself among his graves; if he
was tired, he sat down in a pew next to
some wooden doll; took off his cap, and
gazed with devotion at his painted min
lister; or he sat at DOily's grave, waiting
for her return. One would be sure to
find him there early and late, rain or
shine, and even IN swOw-storm. The
parish folk would often stop to have a
chat with him. and ask him if Dolly had
not come vet. Then Guttorm would
place his fingers on his mouth, and look
about him with an anxious gaze, and
whispered, pointing to the grave:
"Dolly is asleep-she will come back
1 must take care of Dolly, father says"
This was always his answer, whenev-
er he was asked.
One sunny day when the summer was
far advanced, Guttorm had run home to
get his dinner, and on returning remain
ed standing at the church-yard gate {,
quite bewildered. There sat Dolly, large
as life, on her grave. She had still the
pink silk ribbon in her braids, and the
same yellow hair. He stood for while
staring with open mouth; then he laid
himself down, like Cat which sees Il
bird it would like to catch, and crept
warily forward, hiding behind the hill
locks. Dolly did not see him; she sat
playing with some shells and snail houses
which she had picked up on the grave.
All of sudden the half-witted lad rose
up in front Of her with five outstretched
fingers resting on each knee, staring into
her eyes and laughing nightly.
The Child gave scream, dropped Its
playthings, and hurried out through the
gate. Guttorm looked crest-tallen after
her: then followed her down upon the
highway. The girl was too small to get
along very fast; but Guttorm had clumsy
wooden shoes on, and it took some time
before he caught up with her. When she
saw the simpleton pursuing her, she gave
q shrek; man upon the meadow threw
away his scythe and came running down.
He caught her in his arms. and with one
hand grasped Guttorm's coat and shook
him. You nearly frightened the child
to DEATH he said, fiercely, ff1nging Gut
torn straight against the wooden fence
with such torce that every bone in him
seemed on the point of breaking. Then
he walked with the little girl up the hill
toward the red painted farm house. The
child was trenbling, and laid Its arm
close about his neck.
Guttorm remained for while stand
ing on the road, gazed about him. Pres
emily he went up to the fine, white-paint-
ed gateway, pressed his face against it,
and stared up to the house. AS he did
not come home toward evening, his faith
er began to grow ANXIOUS. Such a thing
had not happened for many a year. He
went out to look for him, seeking him
first at the church yard, but without find
ing HIM. He then FASTENED to the Ugh
boring farm, where he found the boy still
standing with bis face pressed against
the gate.
care you here Guttorm?" asked his
father.
Guttorm looked at him tlmidly. The
father saw that there was something
which he did not wish to tell, and there
fore did not ask further. The boy fol-
lowed him willing homeward.
The next morning, as the father arose
Guttorm had already gone. The father
hurried out, and after some search again
round him standing at the gate OF the
farm house, exactly as on the night be-
fore.
"What does this mean, Guttorm!' il
quired the father.
Guttorm beckoned to him to come
nearer. then whispered in mis- ear:
"Dolly has come. She is up there on
the farm. She did not know me-"
He smiled as he said this, but his eyes
were large and full of tears.
"They have little girl up there on
the farm who has yellow hair answered
the father. "But your Dolly, you know,
is asleep in the churchyard. You must
go and keep watch over her. or she might
come while you are gone"
So saying the father took hold Of him
and pulled MIN along; but Guttorm strug-
gled, tnrning his eyes ever toward the
red PAINTED farm house.
dolly is no more in the grave he
stammered. THE ribbon is gone. The
ribbon was in her hair
That day Guttorm sat sadly and silent
.ly in his churchyard; he was unable to
do anything, and Dolly no more returned
to him. The next day, however, he ven
tured out through the turn stile and
walked half way up toward the farm.
There he stood peeping into the yard I'M
til the harvest men came along from the
fields. and among them the man who had
shaken him.
"What is it you are lying in wait for
here?" he cried to him. "Toa had bet
ter take to your heels Or III be after
you!'
Guttorm bounded down the hill, and
the harvesters laughed.
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