The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1888-12-27
youngest, the baby OF tho school, in her
arms nlnnnd hnrhnlf al the hhAd.

sleepy on peril OF your lives"
Never did even soldiers ON The
march endure such perila ana terroFa
with greater fortitude than this band
of helpless children, now oheered, now
rallied, now threatened by this indefatl.
gable young girl, facing the storm ANA
bearing Us awful rigora with a courage
born Of despair,
eAtlaatl ut lastr cried Grace as she
sighted the lights OF q protect
ing farmers house, when lust ~ the
early night fall they reached q place Of
safety, Frozen, beaten almost denuded,
the gallant little army reached the
ahelterlng doorway, Grace gained the
Threshold, handed tho babyahe had car
ried all the way 10 the plying house
wife, .aud then fell PROSTATE with
fatigue and fright
East ana West the news WAS swiftly
borne of the herOlsm OF the young girl
whose presence OF mind In the face OF
q terrible danger, had saved q whole
school from perlshlng In q Nebraska
blizzard,
"Eyening papers, Dir, all about the
blizzard" cried u achoolboy as Walter
Arnold was hurting along thestroets OF
m eastern city,
Walter bought a paper and entered q
street railway. II was not yet dark
and no glanced NJ the telegraph col
umns, Az the head OF the lrst column
were words that made his blood run
cold and his heart stand stu, lilo read
on like one In q dream, scarce compre'
bending what no read, going back
again and again until all over the car
seemed TO be printed tho words;
"Grace Gordon,the Nebraska heroine,
saves her school from pertaining In q
blizzard. Her life deSpaired or
He put up thepaper, he pinchod him
self, no rose aud walked TO tho other
end Of the ear, and abll no saw tho
same handwriting over all
"Grace Gordon, the Nebraska heroine,
saves her school from perishlng In o
blizzard. Her life despaired Of"
lie looked out, saw the urongs so up
and down Broadway, saw tho electric
lights In Lafayette Square and every
point OF light seemed 10 form the
words:
"Grace Gordon, the Nebraska heroine,
saves her school from perishlng In q
blizzard, Her life despaired Of"
lie reached his hotel and sought his
room, ordered a fire and u cup Of coffee
Aud as he drank, the llrellght on the
walls seemed TO write;
'"Grace Gordon, tho Nebraska heroine,
saves her school from perishing In q
blizzard. Her life deSpaired Of"
Calling for o messenger boy, no wrote
numerous kilograms, left an order to be
called ut 8 o'clock, for the woJtbOund
train and then went 10 bed to toss and
groan and ut last TO drop To sleep, only
20 start up crying;
"Graco Gordonl o don't bury her
alive, sir; | am coming"
II was Christmas eve and on q low
bed, In a quiet corner Of u Nebraska
farm house, Grace Gordon lay, with her
eyes SOFTLY closed, but not asleep. Shit
was thinking Of the old New England
home, and tho apple blossoms seemed
to DO sifting softly, softly, all around
her. She could smell thor delicate fra
GRANGE aud see the pretty nodding OF
tho dailodils and narcissuBes.
She could see her lonely mother now,
sitting by the little window, whore the
red berries Of the rosebush now CLEANED
Ia the December snow. She could SET
another form, blithe and honest and
eager TO speak the words TO which she
would not listen,
Had she been too hasty2 Was she
not selfish TO desert her mother, In her
falling yearsY Was she justified In
c|oDdemning even the man she loved
and who had loved her, without a trial :
All, surely, surely, she was not, Aud
for the first time in many months the
fearless eyes were moist with precious
drops Of dew.
80, II Walter could but forgive me,
| think that death would be happiness
complete" and from sheer exhaustion
the poor girl fell into another heavy
sleep.
When Grace awOke there seemed to
be u strange commotion In the place,
and the good woman Of the house look.
cd strangely agitated,
"Please, please, Mrs. Watson, what 10
H." said Grace, raising herself on her
elbow.
ut Is nothing Miss Gordon. Try and
keep as calm on possible, Just u friend
come to SEQ you. That Is all"
ut Is Walterl o, you cannot deceive
nae. Walterl Walterl"
la another moment the Kitchen door
opened, there were but two rooms in
the house, and the strong arms Of her
lover were around her.
"No more til death, 40 more" said
Grace, and pillowed her head on his
bosom.
So 1t was that Christmas day, 1887,
became a memorable day to two happy
souls. There was no chime OF Christ.
mas bells; but the Christmas bells were
IN their hearts. There was no feast Of
good things, no flowers, no fruits; but
for them the feast of leasts WAS spread
and the blossoms that spring from u
new found Joy were flowers aud fruit In
Oue.
There was no solemn, stately priest,
no flowing roDes, or sanity stole; but
the country Justice, In his holden gray