The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-06-06
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"Yes, he'll do il, know he WIZ
1 looked at Mrs. Wilson's specimen.
OF embroidery, and found them exaui-
site. But 1 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
MAR" she said. smiling sadly, when
she saw my glance at her crippled
hands. II Gamma help Andrew, but os
the little Teddy says, I mamma hinder
him."
We left Mrs. Wilson with a promise
ito return shortly. a"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 Mr.. Sothern, and myself, stopped
at his stand to buy peanuts.
How is your inother?" I asked.
'Oh, better. Her heart, she says, is
not so sair for hame. But we'll be in
Craigie Burn woods next summer, I'm
thinkin'."n
A procession came rancing down the
narrow street, md Brindle quickly
moved his stand on the sidewalk to get
out Of the way. We stood al the corner
watching the moving mass, when we
saw Brindle dart forward as ifhe was
crazy, and pick up something under the
very hoofs of the horses.
Look! look!" he cried, running IN to
us, and holding a large pocket-hook
above his head. Somebody has lost n
their siller. what maun I do WI it STRIP
to Mr.. Sothern.
"Come in here" Mr., Sethern said,
leading the way to the nearest store.
1t was q large pocket-book, crammed
with bank-notes to the amount OF ore
thousand dollars. There were several
drafts on a Northen bank, but they were
not endorsed, o was there o 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.
eve will advertise this Immediately,
Mr.. Sothern said. ut will soon be
claimed, 80 be very careful Of it, AM
drew"
"Hoot! do ye think I'd rim the risk Of
losin' a that geary' Andrew cried. He
had not the least idea of the value Of the
find. ma, ma, Mr.. Sotlern, ye maun
keep it'll the mon comes for it. Maybe
he'll gle me five dollars for finding it.
Oh, wouldn't that be just grandlp
I'll guarantee the five dollars Mr..
Sothern said, Laughing. And now I'm
off to see about the advertisement.
The next morning MI. Sothern
brought in the Times.
Look there" he said, smiling
It was an advertisement. arTwo
hundred dollars reward for o pocket
book containing q large sum of money
and some valuable papers. Apply at
No. 8, Charles Street"
What does that mean?n he asked.
ut means Craigie Burn Wood, and
Joy to our peanut-poyin Icried, clap
ping my hands. ooh, if I could only
see him when he gets the good newsis
"That brought me here, and surely
Connie, Brindle's staunchest friend,
must see the result of her prophecy.
Connie, Brindle is going back home
II knowed it, Connie said, gravely,
with her usual disregard for grammar.
Now you two must go to Mrs. Viii
sons, and I will tell Brindle to so home
about eleven o'clock, that he will be
wanted there, by the owner Of the
pocket-book. No. 8 and I will drop in
about that time. Don't give them q
hint"
We did not, though Brindle wondered
and wondered if he would really gethis
five dollars.
but five dollars is muckle siller for
just pickin' 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.n
Maybe she said, simply. Il ken
weel there's mony rogues in tho warld,
but no among my people, 0 my
MANS
At this moment Mr.. Sothern entered
with on excitable little gentleman. who
instantly asked
lis that the boy?n
eyes, that is the boy.
He seized Andrews hand and shook
it violently.
You're aboy in ten thousandl. he
cried, Its a miracle, the return Of that
pocket-book. There was in it q paper
in a hidden lining. and its loss would
have almost ruined me. Here's the two
hundred dollars reward, and I hear yon
want to go back to Scotland. nj pay
your passage, soyouwont have ospend
cent of this. Bless me! What's the
matter with the boy?"
Brindle, when the notes were put in
his hands, stared at them, turned ghast-
~ pale, and gasped for breath. Then
as if his limbs could not suppot him
he sunk gradually to the floor, his
mouth working, yet not uttering an ar
t~iculate sound. A glass Of water
thrown III his face brought him to his
senses, and then he craw1ed to his
mother and put his face in her lap.
Look up, my guide bairn, she cried,
the tears streaming down her face.
aIt's a. true, and I'll see bonny Craigia
Burn before I dee. Bless the Lord.
my son, that His hand has LIT ID us up
when we were sair, sair troubled, and
saw no deliverance! u
w slipped away, feeling that the.
seem was not for the eyes of strangers.
Three days afterwards, we wore on tho
steam-yessel CALEDONIA, bidding 8 last
farewell to Mrs. Wilson and Brindlo.
aFare ye weel. my bonny little led
3dy," she said to Connie. 4IW ne'er
forget how you heartened me
when the black waters seemed
aboon my head. No better freens
will we find at hume, and Tam thinkin.
well write to you and tell you how We
fare, II isn't assif we went back with
out 9 penny, but it's q deal Of money We
have, and Andrew will maxi lt more.
The Lord spoke to me through your I'M
nocent lips that day, andtillI dec IN
ne'er forget you."