Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-09-05
With eager interest. No answering

SnOuJ WaS heAru 10 the cneSr1Ul NaltOD
OF the men on the tug. Everything
about the schooner was still and mo-
tionless. The crowd stood awe-straek.
What an age it seemed until the tug
steamed slowly back. Then the crowd
rushed toward it, and as suddenly fell
back, while the awful whisper passed
FROM one to another, ats the Merry
Bell, and every one on board stark
dead, frozen to the rigging. The
schooner was only charnel-house, and
tie people had been expanding their
sympathy upon creatures who had been
for hours beyond it. Among the crowd
waiting on the shore Rose Bell had
stood closely yelled. There had been
tears and screams from waiting wives
and mothers, but she turned quietly
away, aS one in a dream, and, walking
blindly, made her way home. She rang
the bell, said nothing to the servant
who opened the door, but passed quick
" to her own room, uttering no cry.
shedding no tears, and threw herself
into a chair before the fire. Mrs. Rel:
80 found her when she came 1T few
moments later, and her own shrek for
help failed to rouse her daughter. Un-
CONSEQUENCES is blessing oftentimee,
and 30 it proved now.
With the return of consciousness
came memory. 40 mamma, the schoon-
er was the Merry Bell, and all on board
dead, frozen He was to come home on
it! Oh, what shall I do?" The blessed
tears came now and caused the shrewd
,lDcsor to nod his head wisely and whis-
per to Mrs. Bell, She'll be all right
now" and quietly make his exit When
in his buggy he confded to it or his
horse, ~Humph! A lover at the bottom
Of this; young Culbertson, too, I sup
pose: he is part owner of the schooner.
Good elbow; sorry if lie is gone; miser-
able way OF dying, too; and that pretty
girl! Well, well! Get up, there, Dol
ly; what are you about?" Then the
good doctor logged on to another patient
and forgot all about it.
That morning, soon after breakfast,
little Jack Bell, a ubiquitous youngster
that would some day made his fortune
as reporter for 4 Chicago daily. ran in
l,ri,kly, skates in hand, nose and cheeks
roll WITH cold, and absolutely bulging
with news:
Say, Sis, schooner out there stuck in
tts i-a; men sticking TO the masts.
F.ikt .ny us tho Merry Bell. and. by
George, Sis, I shouldn't wonder II Mr.
Culbertson was ono of EN-. Hore he
amt though, for he promised me new
sled if I would say nothing about the
day caught him kissing you.
"Jackl" sternly interposed his moth
er's voice
where is it, Jack; quick, tell me?"
said Rose In a voice Of trembling ankle
ty.
*Out there; from behind Dick Matt
lands house you can see her."
Then she had slipped away to see the
schooner and hear from others what
ground there was for her fears.
All day she moaned and grieved and
would not be comforted, for handsome
Fred Culbertson was her promised hts
band, and she had given all her heart
into his keeping. When he babe her
good-by a few weeks before he had
called back at the last, "Tll be home for
Christmas!" He was part owner Of
"The Merry Bell" and had intended
coming back on this her last trip for the
season.
The cold continued to increase. The
sky wore a dull, leaden look-nature Il
self seemed dead. Rose lay looking
out, and thought of other hearts sad
dened as hers was; other homes where
the light had gone out and made them
dreary and dark.
Mrs. Bell remained during the night
with her daughter, petting, soothing
and comforting, and, as the sleepless
hours wore away, mother and daughter
grew nearer together than they had
ever been before. Mrs. Bell talked of
the early days of her married life; then
of the day when her husband had left
her bright and well in the morning, and
at evening had been brought to her still
and dead. Rose realized, as she had
never done before, what her mother had
suffered. aPoor mamma, how sad and
lonely you have BEEN" she murmured
as she dropped into tired sleep.
The next day was Thursday, the day
before Christmas. Rose opened her
eyes to find the maid setting her break
fast On table at her bedside.
"Look, look, Miss Rose; see on the
Window Sure it's the cars intirelyi
Sure it's the witches. II is. and. Mis-.