Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1884-05-30
prophecies. but nodded her curly head

eyes, he'll do it, ! know he will" IT,
| / looked at Mrs. Wilson'S specimens
Of embroidery, and found them exqui-
site. But ( glanced at her swollen
hands, and felt very doubtful that she
would ever take up such work again
''No, I'll get back the nice touch nae
mair," she said, smiling sadly, when
she saw my glance at her crippled
hands. II Gamma help Andrew, but as
the little Teddy says, I mamma hinder
| him. " 49, - =, -+-
We left Mrs. Wilson with promise
TO return shortly. "Brindle," as Con-
ME would call him, we saw every
day, and his business was thriving,
Judging from his smiles and CHEEKY
greeting. He, at least, fancied the
goal attainable. One day Connie, her
friend MIR. Sothern, and myself, stopped
at bis stand to buy peanuts.
''How is your 1nother?" I asked.
''Oh, better. Her heart, she says, is
not so sair for hame. But we'll be in
thinkin'."
A procession came prancing down the
narrow street, and Brindle quickly
moved his stand on the sidewalk to get
ont of the way. We stood at the corner
F; watching the moving mass, when we
saw Brindle dart forward as if no was
crazy, and pick up something under the
very hoofs of the horses.
Look! look" lie cried, running up to
US. and holding a large pocket book
above his head. Somebody has lost o
their siller. what maun I do wi it sir?
to Nj. Sothern.
"Come in here" Mr., Sothern said,
leading the way to the nearest store.
! 1T was a large pocket book, crnnmed
with btnk-notes to the amount of one
! thousand dollars. There were several
drafts on s. Northen bank, hut they were
not endorsed, nor was there scrap Of
! paper IN the pocket book by which we
could trace the owner, Altogether the
! value Of the contents was between four
and five thousand dollars.
ave will advertise this immediately
| Mr.. Sothern said. ut will soon be
/ claimed, so be very careful Of it, Ap.
| drew
"Hoot! do .ye think I'd rim the risk of
losin a that gear?" Andrew cried. He
lt1A LOU t'iS IGdSl ltleiL Oi Nh1tlS Ol GilS
find. "Na, ma, Mr.. Sothern, ye maun
keep it till the mon comes for it, Maybe
he'll gle NE five dollars for finding it.
Oh, wouldn't that be just granl!'
I'll guarantee the five dollars," Mr.
Sotlicrn said, laughing. "Anl now I'm
off to see about the advertisement.
The next morning Mr.. Sothern
brought in the Times
"Look there, he said, smiling.
1t was an advertisement. "Two
hundred dollars reward for Il pocket
book containing large sum Of money
and some valuable papers. Apply at
no. g. Charles Street."
What does that mean?" he asked
1T means Craieie Burn Wood, anc
Joy to our peanut poy" cried, clap,
ping my hands oh, if [ could only
see him when he gets the good news!'
"That brought ME here, and surely
Connie, Brindle's staunchest friend,
must see the result Of her prophecy.
Connie. Brindle is going back home.
# knowed H." Connie said, gravelv,
with her usual disregard for grammar
Nov YOU two must so t. Mrs. Viii
sons, and l Will tell Brindle to 60 home
about eleven o'clock, that he will be
wanted there, ~ the owner Of the
pocket book. No. Q and [ will drop in
about that time. Don't give them a
hint"
We did not, though Brin,lla wondered
and wondered ii he would really get his
five dollars.
"bnt five dollars is muckle siler fox
just pickiu upa pocket book, said sim.
pie Mrs. Wilson.
But you must remember that there
were ten chances TO one, that whoever
picked it up, would never return it to
the owner"
"Maybe, she said, simply. II ken
Wee} there's 1nonv rogues in the warld,
but no among my people, nor my
mans"
At this moment Mr. Sothcrn entered
with an excitable little gentleman, who
instantly as!1ed,---
''Is that the boy?"
eyes, that is the boy"
He seized Andrews hand and shook
it violently.
you're o boy in ten thousand" he
cried, Its miracle, the return of that
pocket book. There was in it a paper
in a hidden lining, and it's loss would
have almost ruined me. Here's the two
hundred dollars reward, and hear you
want to go back to Scotland. I'll pay
your passage, so YOU won't have to spend
a cent of this. Bless mel, What's the
matter with the bov?"
Brindle, when the notes were put in
his hands, stared ut them, turned ghast.
ly pale, and gasped for breath. Then
as if his limbs could not support him
he sunk gradually to the floor, his
mouth working, yet not uttering an ar
ticulate sound. A glass Of water
thrown III his face brought him to his
senses, and then he crawled to his
mother and put his face in her lap.
"Look up, my guide BARN, " she cried,
the tears streaming down her face.
"It's a. true, and III see bonny Craigie
Burn before I dee. Bless the Lord,
my son, that His hand has lifted us up
when we were salr, sair troubled, and
saw no deliverance!'"
We slipped away, feeling that the
scene was not for the eyes Of strangers.
Three days afterwards, We were On the
steam vessel CALEDONIA, bidding last
farewell to Mrs. Wilson and Brindle.
Fare ye weel, my bonny little led
dy," she said to Connie. It'll meier
forget how you heartened me
when the black " waters seemed
aboon my head. No better freens
will we find at hame, and Tam thinkin'
we'll write to you and tell you how we
fare, It isn't as if we went back with