The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1884-02-06

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a feard of looking at you. And then |
f. lt little sorry I'd told him. | own
= thinking he wasn't the best man
to tell such things to, maybe, after
all :"
"Not that had any notion how
bad he was yet, but just sort of a
dread OF him that | couldn't under
stand and that passed away in q
minute"
Il remember, to this day, just
how he stood leaning against the
wall. after he'd swallowed his five
cups of tea. Dragging about the fine
property his father owned across the
sea, and how he'd come into it some
day: and that the woman that had
him would be lady before she died
but he didn't make me wish to bt
that with all his talk, and | was
glad to get the door shut on him al
last-for, though you mightn't think
( it now, there was one at sea thai
night that would have put Thought:
! of better man than John Conner
out of my head-one that never cam,
back, dearie-never came back
again
But that's not what | began tC
tell"
when John was gene | ran tc
Ill. g. A.. NI,nnia ard fNnp "a
her in the parlor and angry enough
1 was to find her at her old tricks
again"
From baby Miss Winnie had
Slways been fond of pets, and the
more wretched thing was the mere
she loved it. Sick puppies and blind
eats, she'd had. Once she brought
home a wretched chicken with a
broken back. and nursed it until il
died f; and once she found a misera-
ble horse turned out to starve, and
got boy to bring that after her.
"We never knew what to expec,
of her next, and now. there she was
sitting before the CRATE feeding mis-
erable wet dog with cold chicken
His muddy paws had daubed heI
nice gray merino dress and blue
Jacket, and | couldn't bear to see her
handling him, rushing his black
head with her little white hands
and treating him as if he was q
Christian"
"Oh, Miss Winnie, said |, don't
please. | don't know how dilty
lat brute may be, and he looks a:
if he wa. going mad. Just feed hiu
and turn him out, if its only tC
ohlige me.
She looked up with tears in heI
eyes.
"Oh. don't be cross to the pool
faithful thing" she said, dom
please. He belongs to the poor fel-
low who died-the man whose name
no one knew, who was buried las
saturday The poor thing has beer
lying on his grave ever since; anC
tonight I went and coaxed hin
away. Truer than men he has been
nursey, and | mean to keep him fol
my very own.
Then | can tell you your ms
won't like it, miss, said |, " hss nC
lady's dog"
His eyes look human" said she
drawing his head down and kissing
him. That made me mad.
Don't send him into my kitchen
miss" said |.
81 shan't, he's parlor company
she said.
Then | went away, | can't deny
| banged the door. but, there now
we all have our tempers. | KEEP
mine up all the next day, and twice
kicked the poor creature, but be
fore night sorlething happened thai
quite changed my mood for wha'
should come TO me out a bit of IA let
ter. telling me that my only brother
at the coal mines had fallen down q
shaft and was not expected to live
and that | must come at once.
I'D been cross to nay dear little
Miss Winnie all day; but, bless you
she never remembered it.
Go toyour brother, nursey dear,
she said. "and DON: be quite despair
ing: while there is life thereis hope
Papa and mamma will be home to,
morrow, and | shan't be bit
afraid"
Then she tied my hat with hel
own hands-yes; and pinned my
shawl about me, and kissed me
too.
And off vent TO the railway sta
ton: ana my last words we're
"Fasten the house up close, my
dear. and let no one in.
after that | thought only Of my
brother, until | got to the mines
and going to the place be boarded
at, walked them all mp, to find him
as we'll as ever, and not an accident
happened.
The message was a wicked trick
and the minute | told my brother
he said it was some one who wanted
me away for a bad purpose.
TO rob the house, maybe, said
he, 'and no one in it but that pretty
little lady"
What shall | do?" said he
There's a coal train in ten minutes
They II take us on when | tell them
the story. They know me. Well
go down, and Sam Bird, my mate
here. You must make time, though
to catch it.
well, they tossed on their coats
and pulled on their boots. and of
we started. | was young and ligh'
of foot then. We Just caught th'
train"
"It's life and death, mates" cries
Jim, jumping on, and dragging mt
after him.
THE men helped me up. 1t wa
a queer ride. The air seemed to Gu
me like knife, and the coal dus
blackened me; but all l cared fol
was to get to Miss Winnie.
"As We reached our town, mar
i don't know what he was, fiunl
himself across the coal ears, ane
shouted to us:
"We can't stop, but we'll slack al
at-Can the woman get off safe /?
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