New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-02-10

drowsily. Charly looked ct her in sud
den terror. She had been sobbing with
cold and hunger, and now her baby
face looked pinched and her hands
blue with cold. But the golden head
dropped heavy against Charly's arm
and Emmy never went to sleep at this
time in the day. A dull red coal wink
ed among the ashes. Charly saw it and
Strengthened Emmy up with little
shake.
eve will have funny fire. said
she, with catch in her voice. Bring
the box, Joey
"Oh, Charly, mop
Yes" said Charly. 81 can make
plenty more. Wake up, Emmy"
And in q minute Emmy was wide
awake enough to see tiny bright blaze
upon the hearth. They burned the
box first and then the pretty carvings
one by one. All too soon they were
gone, and there only remained only
few ashes.
I'm just as cold, !" whimpered Dear.
I'm sleepy, too, Charly."
well, you shall go to sleep" said
Charly; 'and when you wake up know
they'll be here. But we'll have some
nice fun first. Who wants q doughnut?"
ooh, Charly Grace, You haven't got
one!"
Yes have" returned Charly with a
triumphant little laugh. II saved these
out of mine" She stood Emmy on the
hearth and hobbled as briskly as could
be across the floor, placing two chairs,
one at each end of the room. "Now
you run race around those two chairs
till I say it's enough, and I'll give you
one apiece. Run just as fast as you can. I"
At first the children demurred, they
were SO cramped and tired and drowsy;
but the sight Of three brown, delicious
looking cakes which Charly produced
from her pockets nerved them to action.
Around and around the chairs they ran
Joe ahead Emmy in the rear, breathing
out little clouds of steam. And Charly
laughed and clapped her hands and
cheered them on, until at last they
stopped from sheer fatigue, putting like
three small locomotives, and with their
pulses beating in a lively way.
Charly hobbled over to the bed. "Get
in, all of you," she said; "then I'll give
you your cakes. I know they'll be here
when you wake up"
She tucked them in warmly, and
then she went back to her chair.
She put the end Of her crutches
upon two or three live Goals and
blew them into tiny blaze. Pretty
soon, when she had warmed herself a
little, she would creep in beside Emmy.
She listened to the deep regular breath
ing from the bed.
"They are going to Sleep" she muir
INJURED. Give done the best could
the best I could"
The words sechoed from the walls of
the cold little room, and rang them
selves over and over in her brain. How
warm the place. was growing and how
dark. She thought she would crawl
over to the bed ard get in with Emmy
and Dean and Joe. But she did not
stir.
She sat there still. white little fig
ure, with pair of half burned crutches
at her feet, when less than an hour lat
er a man with frosty beard and hair
forced himself through the snowbank at
the door. TWAS Mr.. Grace, alone, for
the storm had rendered the roads i'm
passable, and he had tramped the whole
distance from Dunbar Corner upon
snowshoes. 1t was a long, wearying
walk, no doubt, and he had been about
it two days. But when he opened the
door of his home he forgot it all. In
less than a minute he had made kind
ling wood Of one of the chairs, and in
another one or two a brisk fire was
roaring on the hearth, and Mr.. Grace, in
terrible fear, was rubbing Charly's
hands and forcing some brandy from
the little flask he carried down her
throat. She opened her eyes presently,
and looked up into the kind face above
her in bewildered way.
"Emmy-Dean- Joe-are-"
"All right-all rightm yelled Mr..
Grace, nearly beside himself with de-
light; and then he went down upon his
knees before Charly and cried, "We're
all right, my dear"
And so, indeed they were. I haven't
space to tell you all that happened
what Mrs. Grace said and did when she
came, few days later, with the wei
come news that grandmamma was bet,
ter. and heard what Mr.. Grace had al
ready heard from Joe and Emmy and
Dean: how the story was told through
out the settlement over and over, and
how Charly was praised on all sides;
nor how the people of Grand Fork,
the little village five miles below, got
up a fair for Charly's benefit. which
gave her enough to take her to DIR. Les
ter that very next spring. And though
DR.. Lester could not entirely cure her,
the weak little limbs grew so much
stronger and better THAT she was
able to walk without crutches,
by Gmping very little. When
DR.. Lester, too, came to hear who
Charly was, for the story of the win
ter's day had already reached his ears,
he refused to take his fee, but, instead,
added to the little roll of bills and put ii
in the bank-for Charly.
'.She will want to go to school in