The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-07-09

cniiu Ln0rc was q spark OF lat6HC iutei
| ligenee which. one day, would glow
with the brightness of noble action.
But whether or not the speech had
! the effect intended, am unable to say
/ Certainly it did not weigh i'll the minc
/ Of Ruben who, in language character.
1 istic of him. retorted as follows:
BE blowed on his doin' somethin
and fool at that. To die will be the
| only thing he II be respected for!"
A sigh was heard to fall from the
lips of Peterson, and here the conver.
sation ended. One morning, a week
later. little Paddy Burns came running
out of breath into the foundry with the
alarming intelligence that "Booby'' had
fallen into the river. Instantly all the
men dropped their work, and started
| to 60 to the rescue of the unfortunate
! youth.
"Oh!-he's got out-he's got out!
Got out all himself TOO, 1 reckonr
shouted the lad, as he gazed toward the
river some rods away The men paused
short. and bent their eyes in the direc-
ton referred to, and, sure enough, who
should be seen coming hurridly up the
path leading from the river but the
veritable Tommy holding his arms ex-
tended as he walked, the water drip
ping from his face and garments like
rain, and the poor fellow an object GER
tainly OF pity, yet merriment.
''Feller citizernp' remarked Ruben,
with an air of great seriousness and
dignity as Tommy drew nearer. Here
in is fulfilled the lofter prophecy once
delivered by our valued associate (turn-
ing toward Burns) respective our young
friend. (Now looking in the direction
of Tommy.) Though startlin, it Was
a brave act on his part! He has did it!
Behold the cusS ~
Several present were led to indulge
in laughter, and that Sf en- immoderate
character, because of Ruben's speech,
though the greater number, out of re-
gard, think, for Peterson, refrained
from any exhibition of hilarity. But
the father apparently unmindful of the
unkindly pleasantly on the part of the
speaker, as also the merriment il had
occasioned, went to his boy and taking
him by the hand as if he mad been the
very paragon of sons, led him gently
past the crowd of onlookers to his
home, there to kindly care for the one
whom God had sent to him to care for
and love.
Summer glided into autumn. and
autumn died in the embrace of winter.
In the foundry at Lowerton, Glenn
Peterson continued to toll as he had
done, though he was not the same man
even that he had been. His hair had
grown very gray, his form was bowed,
his movements were less sprightly,
while in his heart there brooded more
and more deeply the sorrow which,
like 3 slow yet certain poison, was
wearing his life away But Tommy
was the same personality as formerly,
only in physical stature he had grown
unlil he was taller than most youths of
his years. No special incident had oc-
Cured in his history since the adven-
ture narrated, save as this had been
several times repeated in his case. and
on one occasion, in late summer, when
circus had visited Lowerton, he had
allowed himself to be too familiar with
the elephant, the result being he was
suddenly and ungracefully lifted several
feet into the air, and, descending to
terra tfy71aa, he had been severely repri-
mandcIf by the keeper for his daring
imprudence. More than once Ruben
had taken it upon himself to remind
Burns of the prediction he had made
concerning Tommy, and the answer he
would invariably receive from his friend
would be that there was ssPlenty Of
tiIne-pienty of time!n followed BY the
sentiment--somewhat varied in the
speaker Them as the gods love, thcy
don't always die early!'
At length winter relaxed her rigorous
hold upon the year. Ihe air grew
milder, the snow began to melt, the
ice bound streams to burst from their
long Imprisonment, while Spring, in all
the plenitude of her joyance and
beauty, stood waiting in the distance
the glad proclamation of earth "Re-
turn" Upon the high hills skirting
the valley Of the Huron the dissolving
SHOWS descended the steep slopes, and
the little river, which in summertime
and early autumn was as. peaceful and
fairy-like as poets dream, COM
menced to overflow its banks and en-
large its borders until it was as sea-
For more than fifty miles back from its
mouth, at the head of Lake Erie, like
demon unfettered and free, the Huron
rolled and plunged on hour after hour,
sweeping in its mad career everything
in its path. AT no point in its course
did its waters rise to such height
and spend their fury with so much
strength as at Lowerton, where. in the
brief space of forty eight hours, prop
arfv aocaccil1o. IL. fIo;,. .,,A,.n.x,, n
aggregating thousands OF dollars in
value was destroyed, families rendered
homeless and poor. and human lives
swept ruthlessly into eternity.
On the evening preceding the first
day Of the flood the people Of the vii
lage retired to their homes at an early