Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-02-26

poor. I've heard that thee refused Mr..
Hart, who is worth 81, 100000. What
made thee do such foolish thing as
that, child?"
because I didn't love Mr.. Hart and
do love John"
The silence that followed made me
glance up at Iny companion, who had
turned toward the door. It was grow
ing dusk, and the face was partly avert
ed, but was almost sure that the eyes
were full of tears.
Mr.. Thomas generally used the plain
language, almost invariably SO when
speaking to me or Margie, and. until I
saw that be was regular attendant at
st. Luke's, I supposed him to be a
Quaker. When I alluded to this i'm
preston, he said:
81 was brought up to that faith and
it comes back to me now that am grow
ing old, and the end is near
It was nearer than I thought. He
had been feeble all winter, though it
seemed more like the gradual loss of
strength than actual disease. In the
early spring he was knocked down by a
runaway horse, sustaining some in
ternal injury from which he never re-
covered. John and I took turns in
nursing him; it was pleasant, after
ward, to remember that he wanted for
nothing.
John, Margie and I we're there. He
had been lying in stupor for some
hours now he reused himself and began
to talk, startling us not little by his
strange expressions and illusions.
81 was born in this room," he said,
glancing around; "and I shall die
here !"
Thinking his mind was wandering, I
laid my hand gently on his.
He smiled as he looked at me.
"Thee hast thy mothers name, Ruth,
and her kind heart as well, but thy eyes
are like thy fathers. He has been here,
thanking me for providing for his orphan
girls. This was our room when we were
boys, thee knows. Dear old Joe before
the dawning Of another day we shall
meet"
John and looked at each other in
wondering awe. Two years before L
stood at my fathers dying bed; was it
the same mysterious shadow that made
their faces look SO strangely like?
The dying man continued:
"Thy father and I were brothers.
Did he never speak to thee of his broth
er Tom, who forsook home and country
because girl, as false as fair, broke her
troth to wed richer sutton? You have
both been very kind to the poor old man
who came to you stranger. I have not
forgotten it, as the papers in my desk
will show
An examination Of the papers alluded
to not only proved that my poor uncle
spoke truly, but that he died in the pos
session of bonds and stock to the amount
of 500, 900; " to be divided equally-so
ran the few lines that comprisefhis will
between his two nieces, Ruth and
Margaret Gray"
Of course, John and married. His
mother and Margie live with us, and a
happier home it would be hard to find
NeaO York Ledger.
Il READERs PLEA FOR THE INDIAN.
The white mans atrocity is always
yelled by his piety. After killing and
mutilating Indians, the colonists OF
Massachusetts, bay had invariably a
day of thanksgiving and prayer. The
Scripture selection read on that day was
never the Sermon on the Mount. That
would have thrown GOODNESS over the
meeting.
The greater part Of outrages commit
ted on Indians by whites are, I believe,
unknown. The Indian has no attorney,
no fleet reporter, no great newspaper,
no members of Congress. Often he
has seemed to have no friend but Al
mighty God, and no reporter but the
recording angel, and no court nearer
than the day Of judgment.
When anybody goes to killing men,
he ought to have commission and have
it "writ plain" and have it with him.
As a rule the commandment is, Thou
shalt not kill" If God Almighty de-
sires you to kill anybody, He will let
you know. But, of course, this going
back into colonial history is unpleasant
to an Indian hater. He always COM
plains. History is "mess of stuff to
him, and very unpleasant stuff.
The Indian stands charges with being
cruel. Suppose that is true; does that
settle it that he is no brother-that he
is not of the human family? Was not
cruelty discovered previous to 1892 ?
Are the cross and the stake Indian in
ventions? In a chamber IN London,