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

little images under the sun. carved III
IN wood, and the largest one scarcely
four inches high. Il IS true they were
the work of single awkward tool in
untaught fingers, but if you had seen
them I am sure you could not have
helped exclaiming with Joe and Dean
and Emmy. aOh, Charly, how. pretty
they are!n
They were exceedingly true to life,
too. There was the old house cat, which
Emmy Instantly appropriated why,
you could almost hear her drowsy purr
and there were Deans "mooses,"
with their delicate branching horns,
and pair Of rabbits eating clover, and
cunning, creeping baby, and there was
old Dolly herself, standing with droop-
ing head and Topped ears-lazy Dolly.
I'D know her anywhere" laughed
Joe.
Charly laughed too. and fingered
her treasures lovingly. Her cheeks
glowed and her eyes were starry.
do you think they're nice?" she ask
ed as nice as some they have at the
stores at Christmas time, Joey?"
Nicer" returned Joe, in tone e1-
pressive of great wisdom and expert
ence-a whole heap nicer
well" pursued Charly, "Tm going
to make all can, and when I get
enough I'll send them to sell. Mrs. Ring
gold said they ought to be half dollar
apiece.
"O-oh" cried Joe, quite taken aback
by this prospect of unbounded wealth.
"Whatll you do with SO much?"
II know" put in Dean. you'll get
cured, won't you, Charly?"
The quick tears sprang to Charly's
dark eyes. II will, if I can," said she,
and she pulled Emmy to her, and hid her
facein the baby's yellow curls. Maybe
I can't"
"Mr. Perks said you could if you could
go to see DR.. Lester. He can cure every
thing"
"But it'll cost great lot of money
maybe $780," said Charly. I'D have to
to make 200 of these, joey"
We'll, you amt going to wait that
long," declared Joe stoutly. Father
says just as soon's this old farm pays
anything, he's going to take you to
Fredericton to see DR.. Lester. Maybe
twill pay next summer; we're. going to
have COW then. And we haven't been
here long enough yet, you know"
"Thatu be real NICE" said. she.
CHOW, after dinner I'll cut out some
thing more"
II think it IS real fun" said Joe. But
Charly only shook her head and smiled
again.
Well that day passed, and the next,
and all the time the sun did not show his
face. The clouds hung heavy and black
and dark came early, and weatherwise
Joe, with his nose against the window
pane, prophesied storm.
81 hope 'twon't come, though till ia
ther and mother are home. said he.
It did, however. When the children
awoke next morning the snow was fall
ling fast and steadily in large flakes. It
had grown very much colder, too, in
the night. Poor little Joe's teeth chat
tered spitefully even after he had raked
open the bed of Goals in the fireplace
and built roaring fire. The wind
came up with the sun; it whistled and
raved along the bleak river shore in a
way that set the timbers of the old
house to creaking dolefully.
II don't believe they'll come to-
night, said Joe, when dark began to
fall.
'sWon't they. Charly?'
ooh, Charly, won't 'em?"
sDo you s'pose wolf chased father
an mother ?"asked Joe, with a dismal
quaver, breaking in upon the narrative
Of the Tiny Pig"
"a wolf couldn't catch our Dolly, /"
said Dean, quickly. ''She's too smart
and big"
Charly laughted. For the world she
would not have acknowledged that such
a possibility had occurred to her own
mind.
It's the storm that keeps them," she
said, cheerily. .sIt's dreadful storm,
you know They'll be here to- morrow
II know they will"
But tomorrow came and went-a
long, dreary, freezing day, and the
fifth morning dawned. How bitter
" cold it was, and how the wind
whistled through and through the
house! The storm had ceased, but of this
the children could not be sure, since the
windows we're banked with snow, and
when Joe tried to open the outer door
a white wall repealed him. Their store
of provisions, too, was nearly exhausted,
and that seemed worse than all the rest,
until Joe came in from the entry with
his arms full of wood and his eyes full
of tears.
"That's every bit there isl he qua
yered. "Oh, Charly, why don't father
| come"
/. ..He will, said Charly, with abrave,
bright smile, though her heart was like
lead. ..Now, well be real saving OF
this wood and only put on one stick at
+ a time"
Oh, how cold the room grew colder
and colder, while time dragged on, and
those last sticks were burning slowly
away. They ate their last bits OF
bread then, and because Charlv
said she could not eat, there was
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