The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1890-04-11

'1fthis b death, oh, Savior, rccslvs apoor
heart, for which the earth has NO room at
alE" Breathing thi. prayer her senses lied.
aud the whirling snow soon covered her form
from sight.
Long before light TINT morning, Farmer
Fieldhurst and his son John arose md put
the oxen to the wagon that Ind been load.
ed the night previous with turkeys, geese,
and chickens. to go to the Belle Haven mar.
ket.
Alter drinking couple of large basins Of
strong coffee. and eating grsnt loaf of
bread, with proportionate quantity Of ba-
con and eggs. tho farmer and his son wrap
ped themselves up in theirgreat drcadnought
overcoats, pulled their fox skin caps down
over their foleheads, wound thick wooden
scarfa around their throats, drew on their
oxlide overboots and coon skin gloves,
" ut the weather, drove on. With difficulty
the " got through the farm cato and ont up:
on the open road, where q colloquy ensued
az to whether it were possible to proceed.
sny, Johnny, ldon't think We con go
on" sud Mr.; Fieldhurst pausing. and squirt.
seen by tho mint light Of dawning day.
"ies. but, dad" said John, who rather
liked the fun Of struggling through the snow
dri'ts-nnd who knew, besides, what nrgu-
ment was mostlikely to influence his father
dad, you know If NO can manage to strug-
gle through ind got to market. why thercll
bc SO few of the country people in that We
can get any price We like for our poultry
That's &c" snid tile farmer refectively.
but the roads ar.-vcry bad-drifts heavy"
Yes. dad, hut the lond is light and the
bensts strong.'
THAT'S go, too, Johnny-nnd-l don't
know ny this storm is going to last above
half an hour longer think we'll try to get
On, und il we can't, why we can but turn
hnck after nll. Come up there, Taurus!
Whoa!-hoy!" aud cheering his beusts Of
hurthen, the !nri,er drove on until they
reached. at IL quarter OF n milo distant, the
gate that led from tho country road into the
turnpike.
Get down. Jnck, and open the gate"
The boy obeyed, und pushed with all his
| strength.
"Well, what's the matter"
"Theres something ngin it-a log or n
,lead beast. or something In the snow" said
| the hoy. pushing the cute o little way open
amt squeezing himself through the aperture,
and proceeding to kick and push at the O b.
structing Object.
"Wcll!" snid the farmer. inpatently.
"Lors alive, dad" exclaimed the boy, re-
trenting in pane.
Whats it?''
"It's-it's womnn!"
"NoH' exclaimed the farmer, jumping off
his sent and huirying through the gate.
at is though. and-dend!a
Tho :nrner stopped and cleared away the
remaining snow, and raised the fragile form
| in his power. nj arms, rxrlaiminS-
"Lord OF Heaven, it il q woman, sure
enough! woman persisted in the snow here,
almost Mt our very Entes'
what ON earth could have brought her
"l-'!on't-know. It's-harJ-telling Moth
out so early in such weather, dai?" inquired
John. in nm awe struck voice, cautiously an.
preaching.
ink oughn't to-" snd tho farmer, still hold.
ing the ifGless form us ii it had been that of
an in ant in his great arms, and pcering
down to examine and see ifhe could recognize
her features.
"Wlo is she, dad?"
"l-cnn't-tell. ! thought she looked o
little like Mary Jones; but faint her One
things snrtnin. John. We can't go on now.
Go roll the load in The wagon level ns you can
and sprcnd the sheep skins over them. We
must put her on it, and take her 10 the house,
| to rouse her il she's alive, and to send for the
crowner il she is dead, said the fnrmer.
| They placed her tenderly in the wagon, and
then With a great dcnl OF pulling, and tug
ging, and calling, succeeded in turning the
oxen's heads toward home. The eastern sky
was red with the coming sun when tho wagon
once more drove into the iarm-yar.l.
There! | said you'd never be able to get
along" said the farmers vie, who saw them
from the open door of the kitchen. "Lord
alive! what is that your fathers got?" sha
asked of John, who. followed by the fnrmer
with the lifeless body, entered the kitchen.
ut is u poor girl, whom we found in the
snow at the outer rond gntc," answered Mr..
Fieldhurst, sitting down in the chair, and
turning bnck the hood and exposing the face
of Adelaide Deville.
"Dea,l?" nsked the wife, approaching and
gazing in horror upon tho still, white, cold
| face.
Dead or senseless. Do you know her?'
"Not u bit never saw her before. Who
IL she? how cnme she to fall in tho
snow? where did you pick her up? was