Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-07-02


Jack treated Glover to as good sup
per as even Donald could have wished,
but she seemed uneasy and troubled in
her strange surroundings, and Jack
| could not help feeling almost as sorry
for her as those she had left.
The butcher and his wife sat at break
fast the next morning, both wondering
where Jack could be, and they had fin
ished the meal before he came in with
glowing cheeks and eyes bright from
active exercise in the fresh morning air.
Wherehaveyou been so early, Jack?'
asked his father.
"Why, thought would be ahead of
you for once, father" answered Jack,
"and have been out since daylight
engaging the beef" CHow it would
have panied Donald and Patsey to hear
their dear Clover called "the beef.'O
"Well, that's something like bust
ness" replied the butcher, with q
pleased expression. "And how have
you succeeded?"
"Splendidly!'' answered Jack, with
unusual enthusiasm. 81 have engaged
every part, hide and all, except one
fore quarter, which thought we would
want ourselves"
"That's right" replied his father.
"You have slept off your tender-hearted-
ness, I see."
"But I have not yet told you just how
it Is engaged" continued Jack, with
twinkle in his eye. "All our customers
want their parts alive"
WHAT" exclaimed the butcher;
shave you lost your senses, or what are
you talking about?'
Jack could not restrain a merry laugh
any longer.
"Ill tell you all about it, father"
said he. 81 really could scarcely sleep
last night just for thinking of those poor
children and Farmer Bruce and his wife,
with all their i'll luck and it just
seemed to pop into my mind to go to all
our best customers and see if together
they would not buy the COW back for
them; so 1 have been out since day
| light, and almost every one [ went to
did as asked, from the good parson
down, and have their names all here
In our custom-book, just as though we
were going to deliver the meat as usual.
You aren't angry, are you, father?"
| The butcher had been looking SO
grave Wulo JUN toiu hl> StOfJ
that the boy feared somewhat he
might have been wrong in acting thus
without the consent of any one, but
quickly came the reassuring answer:
"Not a bit, my boy ! And I am glad
you kept part for us. You may not
make good butcher, Jack, but L was
thinking thatyou may make something a
deal better. Eat your breakfast, and we
Will finish up the matter afterward."
Donald and Patsey were sitting, with
faces still sad and thoughtful, before
their door the next morning, thinking of
what happened the evening before, when
both sprang up at once, looking eagerly
toward the road.
"Wasn't that Clover's voice?" cried
Donald. ooh. Patsey, perhapsshe has
| got away from them, and hos run back
to ask us to save her +" and, just as he
spoke, there, sure enough, at the gate
| appeared Glover, lowing in the mellow
voice they knew SO well, and looking
over into the yard with glad look Of
recognition in her big soft eyes.
In moment the Little boy and girl
were by her side calling her all the pet
| names with shouts OF welcome, and
there from her neck hung q largo white
| card with words written on it which they
| could not read but their father and
mother too had heard the commotion,
and now came fastening to the gate
with sad hearts, for they feared poor
Glover had only found her way home
again to be sent away once more. But
there was the card reading:
"For Donald and Patsey from their
neighbors, who thought Clover too good
to be killed"
sob, Donald, didn't I tell You SO I"
cried Patsey, in an ecstasy of delight.
mo cow SO good as Glover would be
allowed to be killed"
But Mr.. and Mrs. Bruce looked from
one another to the card, somewhat
troubled to know what it all meant.
just at this moment Jack, with his mer-
~ face and kindly smile, appeared from
behind tree near by.
'Let me explain it all to you, Mr..
Bruce" said he, and soon he had told,
as delicately as he could, of how sorry
he had felt for the two little ones, and
how, for their sakes, he had engaged
the meat after his own novel way that
morning.
There was tear of grateful apprecia-
ton in the eyes of the honest farmer as
he listened, and his voice was little
faltering as ne said:
ST would not have thought there were
so many kind people aroand me. Will
you please let me see your custom-book,
Jack 2" and, taking pencil and paper
from his pocket, he quickly copied the
list of names from the page extended to
him by Jack. 81 can only accept it as
a loan to be paid back next year." said
he, "but I thank my good neighbors
for it Just the same, and yon more than
all, my boy. You have saved us many
a heart-ache to-day and many a want
this winter"
And Jack went away, the happiest boy
in all that country, while Donald and
Patsey were still caressing their dear old
Clover, and Mrs. Bruce fastened off for
the -pail.-Lee Rousseau.
The Windiest City.
A citizen of Buffalo, who had been
| reprOached with living in the windiest
nd