Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1886-07-19

roof and prayed. Her heart grew
faint. Upon the pillow of that hard
breast she slept the deathly sleep of
faint.
The cool air revived her. 1t was
lighter dawn now. Faint, far off, she
heard the tinkling of bell.
A brave, quick thought came.
There was one hope of getting help,
of saving her grandfather
Hastily wrapping the large gray
shawl about her, she crept slowly to
the door; out into the chilly air.
Slowly, every moment with sickening
pain, she crawled over the wet grass.
At last she creeps up on the big
rock to the roadside. Some water
lies in a hollow in it. She bathes
her fainting temples and walls and
prays.
Nearer and nearer comes the bell.
Now the quiet eyes of old Gem, as
she rounds the turn in the road, look
up at her.
:sSuke Gem. Suke! Gem. Good
old Gem!'
Sylvia holds out her empty hand.
Why had she forgotten the carrot? !?
What if she should pass by? No.
Gem turns, and drawing near. lifts
her nose to SyIvia's palm. Finding
it empty she turns away; but-leap-
ing with all her strength-Sylvia
falls upon the back of the kind old
brute.
Hardly stopping to look around
old Gem moves on. Sylvia lays her
head upon the soft shoulder, her bare
arm around the old cows neck.
Slowly, how slowly! the little herd
moves homeward. Here old Gem
stops to bite tender clump of grass.
Sylvia beats with her fists upon the
cows side and she starts on.
So slow She 50 faint! Painting !:
all is growing dark; her arms un-
clasp; she is falling.
The tramp of running feet stlrs her
dulIing senses. Dimly, in the dark
ness, she sees face she falls into
the strong arms of Mr.. Marsh. She
can only say:
"Grampa-is';- and all is night.
When Sylvi. awoke the thin, sweet
face of Mrs. Marsh bent over her.
Memory seemed yet unconscious till
a throb of pain quickened it. Then
a cold pressure stiles her heart.
'sOh! Mrs. Marsh! Grampa? Is
he'-
s'Safe? Yes, little one, and asleep
now in yonder-" replied Mrs. Marsh.
"Now take some O. this broth, an
keep quiet, that's dear
Safe! The Ice broke from about
her heart, and it beat warm and full
again. Safe! And she saved him.
l saw Sylvia yesterday, sitting,
with great bowl of peas to shell,
upon the back porch. Her head
rested upon the high green back of
her grandfather's chair. She is a
grandmother now.
The few fine threads left of hel
childhood tresses are as white as hel
pale forehead. A thread of it fell
over her eyes yesterday, as she was
talking, and she pulled it vigorously.
thinking it raveling of her cap.
Grandma's life has hidden in il
many story of Drawer things than
have told Of. For many crushed
and fainting heart has she found
and saved, and this when her owr
hopes have been often shattered as
her limb was. The aching of hel
own heart never tempted her to for.
get others. Never! She has learned
"-How sublime thing it is
To suffer and be strong"
"Grandma," [ said, "do you know
or half know, how much we all love
you for it aiI?"
Her thumb went plowing down the
furrow of her broken pod, sending
the peas bubbllng over her pale hand
into the pan.
81 know this much, sissy" she an
swered, ''that l do not love these
new-notion peas like the sweet ole
white marryfats. But" she added
after pause, Il love you all very
: much"
Did ever Grandma say so much o.
her affection? You never heard 81
love you" on her lips, but you felt il
in the touch of her hand and saw /
in the calm gray eyes. She eve
was and is, and forever must be, {
grave, sweet, sensible helper to every
one, and best of all helping us t(
helm ourselves,