Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1885-06-04

what is this?" For they lad now
reached the spot where he had seen the
bull paving and goring, as he thought,
the lady beside him.
Well might he ask. Matilda AIMS
face became scarlet. Rev. Narcissus
picked up something that resembled q
dilapidated internal machine. Num-
berless coils and springs of wire, broken
and bent, were entangled In the remains
OF a scarlet shawl.
That" stammered Matilda Ann,
weakly, "is my indestructible, adiusta-
bic hustle. The bull perforated it with
his horns, and, as the fastenings gave
way, he precipitated me over the
fence"
"Thus we are taught" said the rev.
erend, solemnly depositing the remains
of the indostructible, adjustable hustle
in the ditch, "that even the pomps and
vanities of this wicked world some.
times serve good purpose.
Great was tho horror of the pic
nickers ut the dilapidated appearance
of the truant couple who shortly after
ward reached the pleasure party But
sorrow for another's wee was speedily
lost sight Of IN deep grief of O more
personal nature.
Though soaked with muddy water,
the parsons face wore an expression OF
meek happiness, while his fair com
panion, in no way cast down by her in.
voluntary somersault, suggested by her
conscious air of tender proprietorship
that they had lost md she had won q
"Picayune. Matilda Ann had tri-
umphed. "To the victors belong the
spoils.
There was secret lamentaticn that
night in Hillsburg. The virgins and
widows who had vainly striven for the
parsons favor fguratively hung thei-
harps on the willow tree. Still, like
the Spartan boy, they concealed their
gnawing pain beneath scornful, smil-
ing exterior, and, despite the contre-
tnRhgs M die rasato. L~-1S5m6 -sem1per
felix est"
Rev. Narcissus was not wantonly
cruel. In his happiness he thought OF
others woe, and not wishing to behold
or to aggravate the misery he had
caused, and also receiving a call with
increased salary elsewhere, he, like
Mr.. Bonnspuer, resigned, none too
soon for two-thirds of his congregation,
who had gradually come to the conclu-
sion that in changing parsons they,
like the fish in the fable, had Bumped
from the frying-pan into the fire."
while, as an evidence of the mutability
of human friendship, the same females
whose expectant hearts had hailed his
advent with the Joy experienced by the
Co., Ns,,o tr.o1 IN fra oh
as the green oasis bursts upon his Wis
sion, now with scorn and aversion de-
sired one thing in life, and but one, to
be rid of him at once and forever.
Mr.. Bonnspuer was avenged.
"Tim."
They said the train was an hour be-
hind time, and that information made
us all feel put out and annoyed. There
fore, when boy of IA, poorly dressed
and having trampish look, came along
the platform asking for financial aid to
6et him down 10 r. the train we
were waiting for, it was but natural
that one and all replied:
IF you want to go to R take the
dirt road. You look as if you were
used to trampingp
He had no saucy word in reply.
When he went and stood in the light
of the window, and / saw how he
shivered in the cold wind, and how
worried and anxious he seemed to be, l
grew ashamed of my gruff words. i
saw two or three others look him over
as had done, and had no doubt that
| they felt as l did. / ought to have
walked up to the boy and said:
Here, my lad, if you really want to
you. Take this half-dollar. How hap
pens it that lad of your age is cold,
ragged, hungry, and away from home
and friends?"
But 1 didn't. edged toward him,
ashamed, and yet not quite ready to
acknowledge it to him, and all o. n
sudden he disappeared. 1 reasoned
that he had gone up the hill to the viii
lage, and that his pretending to want
to go to R was oil trick to beat
honest men. When you reason that
way the heart grows hard pretty fast,
and you feel a bit revengeful. We talked
the matter over -four or five of US
and the conclusion was that the boy
would die on the gallows.
Well, the train came along alter
awhile, and it was moving away, after a
brief stop, when piercing shrek, fol-
lowed by shouts and calls, brought us
to stop.
Somebody's run overl" called q
voice, and in q moment the coaches
we're emptied.
| Yes, somebody had been run over =
had leg cut off above the knee by one
of the cruel wheels. Who was it? How
did it happenP 1t was our boy the
lad who was to end his days on the
gallows. He had crept under the coach
to steal ride on the trucks. There
he was. having only few minutes to
live--his face as white as the snow
banks-his eyes rowing from face to
face-his lips quivering as twenty men
bent down and spoke words of SYM
pathy.
"Who are your" asked the con-
ductor.
"Timl"
"You shouldn't have tried it.
"But wanted to get to R. so
bad was up here to find work, but
nobody would have me, and yesterday
/ heard that mother was deadl"
"But anybody would have given you
sixty cents to pay your fare"
"Oh, no, they Wouldn't Iasked lots
and lots of men, and they said I ought
to be in jail. I-I-wanted---p
There we were-the half-dozen OF us
who had repelled him with insult
wrung his heart still more-sent hin
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