Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1884-05-30
BRiNDLE.


wiry little fellow, with quick, bright
gray ayes, which seemed to take in
many things at once; bnt his mouth
had a pathetic droop at the corners, as
if the things he did see had no cheer
for him.
'Auntie, let's buy some of BrindLe' :
peanuts, my little niece whispered &C
me-
"Brindles peanuts? Who on earth is
Brin;ilc?"
Look at him That boy with the
tagged jacket. and his hair all STIRRED
and streakea, like our old i'rmAIo COW.
Looking at the boy, [ saw TINT his
tattered hat covering only y portion OF
his head, the hair EXPOSED to the sun
Was bIeached dirty yellow, and th,
rest Il pale brown
He's an awful good boy" Constance
whispered, "and he never takes tce,lty
nickel for himself Mr.. Sothern knows
all about him, and he tod US he as
working 70 take his mamma hack to
Scotland to her people. He used TO run
erranls for Mr.. .Sothorn That's how
he came to know about him. Mr.. So
thern buys heap Of peanuts to help
him along"
well, we'll help him TO the extent
OF twenty five cents, I said, "Go and
buy your peanuts, Connie"
Cornie WIS denure little lassie Of
nine years old, and, being al only
child was more womanly than her
years. She knew every body, and had
a word Or smile for al, but she fairly
beamed upon Brindle that morning.
us your ua,nma better?" she asked
mo, miss" with d sigh "She's
worse, and that downhearted she wants
me to take her to the hospital. Tt
would not be GUIDE place for the NTH
er, for if her room is ma sac bonnv,
there's a big tree at the window, and it's
a Draw outlook Tor her"
II suppose your mother has always
lived in the co,ntry!" asked
ooh yes. We never lived N O. city
till wo came here to meet father: and
he was dead With yellow fever VIXEN we
lan,1cd If it wasn't for the big, lonny
tree, mither would have died. But she'll
see the woods OF C1aigie Burn if live. I"
[ smiled at the decision with which
Bril1dle spoke, and then sighed, re-
ne?nh2ring the piles and piles Of pea
nuts which would have to be sold BE-
fore The sick woman would see "Craigie
Burn" woods.
."Wlere does your mother live?" I
asked
Number Il Z Street. Her name is
Wilson, and l an Andrew Wilson,
ma'am.'
Lets go and see Brindle'a mother,
anntir," Connie said, The next Iav.
"Why don't you call him by his real
name, Andrew? 2" I asked.
20 aunte. [ CAM. 1t was Briudlo
was ~ sorry for. IT was Brir,lles pet
nuts | bought, and it see Ms 10 me rs if
Andrew isl, t the same boy. Til ask him if
he minds me calling him Briudle. Nam
ma slys'A may tnke Mrs. Wilson nice
cold lunch, and see if shes comfor' Die ;"
Connie had {, had habit of dropping
her "t'a" on al possible OCCASIONS
Number IL was soon reached. 4
small, shabby cottage of four ROOMS, di-
vilcd in half by a plank partition, two
Of them being occupied by q noisy Irish
family, The Wilson's rooms, though,
bare. we're clean. So too, was the Young
woman seated at the open window, who
turned her pale, patient face towards us
AS we entered.
"A guide mornin', Teddy" she said
"WiIl you tax u seat? My knees is that
bad with rheumatic tho morn that can't
stand on my feet. You've come for the
handkerchief maybe, and I've been too
bad to work the name On it. Ny hand
is swellel too, you see"
No. answered. I had left no hand
kerchief there to be embroidered.
II heard from your soa you were
worse to-day" said "slnd so my little
niece and I came to see if we could do
anything for you"
"He'sa good boy" Connie interrupt
ed, "and we buy heap OF peanuts from
him, so he can make money to take You
back home"
The poor woman's lip quivered and
her eyes fixed themselves upon the wav-
ing branches Of the tree at her window
But in moment big tears rolled down
her cheeks--silent tears, for she uttered
not word or sound.
TITS the word 'hame,' ma'am," she
said, after few moments. cit brings
back bonny Craigie Burn and the old
father in his bit cottage, lookin' and
ID longin' for mel And then my poor An
drew, toilin, and moil1n,' and thinkin
he can mako siller enough to take us
back hame. It's like BARNS play,
ma'am, fos he Gamma do it. Oh no, puir
boy, he Gamma"
Have you no friends in Scotland
who could send you your passage
money!" asked.
Greens. yes; but puir bodies, they
have a they can do to get along. The
old father is alane, for am a. the BARN
he has. No, ma am, dinna hope any
more, but that my sorrowful days will
not last long. Puir Andrew Gamma help
me-" 49,. .a.
II blieve he'll make money enough
for you," Connie interrupted, her fair
face flashing with indignation. "Mr.
Sothern says if anybody can do it, he
will. You ought to courage him, STEAD
of sayin' he can't; and he never spendin'
. nickle, but savin' it all for You. MY
papa tells me where there's q will,
there's a way. I know he'll take you
back home, and You mustn't talk that
way a 0 81.
Mrs. Wilson stared in dismay at this
pebuke from Connie, who looked like q
ruffied bantam. The next moment to
my surprise, she seized the child's hand
and pressed it TO her lips.
I'n mind ye, my little leddyis she