The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1888-08-18


ready fastened on a forked stick OUTSIDE
the window, the mittens;
She raped loudly. The boy turnet
and saw them. With one bound he wa
up at the window.
care they for me?' he shouted, joy
fully, through the window.
She nodded her head.
you're awful good u was his answer
looking up gratefully, as he ran on his
way.
Il wonder II he thinks So" thought
Miss Jane. "He's got some manners,
anyway"
That afternoon it showed and contin'
ued to snow all night. Miss Jane
thought it looked like heavy storm,
and when night came she made Dolly as
comfortable as she could, fed her and
went into the house. The next morning
the snow was drifted so that poor Miss
Jane couldn't get out OF her door to go
to the shed. Neither could she see out
of the window where she usually
watched for "that boy" to go by.
She had plenty to eat and plenty OF
fuel till she should be shoveled out. She
did not feel worried about herself. But
poor Dolly! who would care for her?
She fairly cried Us noon came on and no
one came to her relief. She couldn't
hear any sleigh.bells. She began to
think the whole town was buried. Her
one little attic window looked over to
the woods which were deep with snow.
Would 10 one think OF her?
She remembered with sigh how lit
tie she thought OF anybody else. She
remembered that she wanted to live
alone; that, crushed with sorrow when
one BY one OF her loved ones had died,
and the dear brother was never heard
from, she had turned against all the
world. She had rebelled ut her hard lot
She had moved away from everything
she had ever known aud shut herself up
in her little cottage with no thought nor
interest in anybody else. She knew no
one but the minister and-"that boy"
A kindly feeling cIcpt over her as she
remembered the boy and his hearty
'Hollow every morning, and then she
said TO herself: GLOW glad | am ] got
those mittens done. ] guess he'll be
mighty glad OF 'cm such 4 day rs this.
Anyway he will, ii he can get out OF the
house. wonder where he lives and ii
he's showed up, toO-whats that|
She listened, and merry voice she
knew full well called in the distance,
"Hollow and Miss Jane screamed back
"Hollo!m as loud us she could. She did
not know ii he heard her. She heard
scraping and shovcling coming nearer
and nearer, and before long face was
peering in her window.
"IIolIiw said the bright, CHEEKY voice,
and "Hollo!" said Miss Jane, in just us
CHEEKY one us shccould muster, FOL the
tears stood in her eyes.
Then Miss Jane told him through the
window about Dolly, and begged him 10
get to Dolly to milk and feed her,
81 can wait" she said, "and you can
die me out afterwards
The boy nodded. lie evidently was
not much Of u talker himself, but he
could work.
1t was between two and three hours
before Miss Jane could open her door.
When she could she had her table spread
with hot coffee, biscuit and pandOwdy.
Brother Joe always liked hot pan.
dowdy, when he'd been a-shovelin'
snow" she said, "and that boyd like it,
too, ! know
The door opened.
0HOllO!" said the CHEEKY voice, and
"Hollo, il that amt janet called out a
deeper tone.
Miss Jane gave one look and screamed.
She did not faint. She looked Just be-
wildered-iirst at the boy, then at the
man. At last she gaspcd, Joe" And,
truly enough, it was Joe-her brother
Joe, who never came back till long after
she had given up looking for him.
He, in his turn, careless in writing,
had at last returned to his native village
with wife and boy. No trace had Miss
Jane left and no news could be get OF
her whereabouts. He had been gone SO
long that he had lost all interest in the
people who used to know him, and
when in the summer cousin Of his
wife had died, leaving her tiny farm
in another part OF the State, he had gone
there, and in the busy haying, harvest
ing and preparation for winter, had little
time to think OF ncighbors--still less had
he dreamed that Jane lived behind the
hill on the other side of the woods.
So that boy was Joe's bOy His name?
Joe, too, and she had never thought
whether he bad name-and those nit
tens were Joc's socks?
No wonder poor Miss Jane was be-
wildered. Buttruth is stranger than any
fiction. Miss Jane still lives in the tiny
cottage under. the hill. Dolly, too, is rs
comfortable rs ever in her warm, Coscy
shed. "That boy" don't know where he
lives. His father thinks that he lives
at home, but he always has two meals u
day at Aunt james, and when it is cold
and stormy or Aunt Jane doesn't feel
just right, he stays all highland perhaps
all the week.
Aunt Jane says it does her good to
baor that "IIOllow