The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1891-11-15

HE GOT SOME BRANDY.
Was that rap at the door or the rattle
of the window? No question about it
this timc-a knock, impatient, vigor-
Gus, angry. He opened the door quick
ly and was met by voice still angrier:
"Comc, come, man. for Gods sake put
down that accurscd horn and lend me n
hand.'
Teddy followed the owner of the
voice out into the darkness to carriage
not far away, from which, with his
help, the man lifted lady and carried
her into the little parlor. Teddy didn't
stop then to notice that she was the
| loveliest girl he had ever seen, but only
knew that she had tainted and he
quickly brought brandy, which they
forced down her throat, rubbing her
hands and feet the while. She soon
opened her eyes, and looking wonder
ingly about asked: Papa, where am
| 1?' I'm Dakota" said the old gentle
man, grimly, land that's as definitely
as can tell you"
Of course Teddy politely told him his
whereabouts, and learned from him
that having business in the territory,
he had brought his daughter with him
for change of air. With IL hired car
riage and driver they had started from
a town about ten miles distant to an
other as far beyond; and the driver,
missing his way on the tracklcss prai-
ric, darkness had come upon them and
| they had wandered about for hours,
coming often upon Il tree, which as the
driver assured him it was the only one
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been travelling in circle The cold
night air and the sensation of being
lost had overcome the young lady and
she had become unconscious The
sound of the horn had reached much
further than the dim light from the
window, and following that, they had
at last found their way to the mill
Teddy went with them as q guide to
n house about n mile away where with
Il farmer and his wife the travellers
found shelter for the night.
The next morning Teddy called to
inquire after the health of the young
lady and found her quite rccov cred and
anxious to continue her journey.
Judge Hart, for such was the gentle
mans name, thanked his young friend
for his kind services to himself and
daughter, and after many good-byes
and kind wishes they started on their
way.
That they reached home safely Ted
| dy was assured by lengthy letter
from the judge, inviting him to visit
them ut their home in Chicago, and
conveying very friendly message
from his daughter, Pauline.
y month later when his time was
out none of us were surprised that in
stead of staying five years, he proved
up" sold his windmill and went back
to civilization" as he expressed it.
Six weeks later ] followed him, q
gamer in health and strength if not
in pocket; and the first ceremony upon
which ] ofliciatcd upon my return was
n wedding ut the beautiful home of
Judge Hart. 1t was very grand nf
fair | assure YOU; there were six brides
maids, and the Grooa's favors to them
were tiny gold windmills studded with
little diamonds. such an odd concit,"
heard one of the pretty bridesmaids
say. There were many happy hearts
and faces there, but particularly re-
call the tender smile upon stern Deacon
Andrews handsome face rs his son
solcmnly pronounced the words: II,
Laurence, take thee, Pauline. to be
my welded wife" Pauline had been
Tcddy's mothers name.
1t is now five years in May since
Teddy went to Dakota. Great changes
have taken place there since then.
Comfortable farm houses have re-
placed most of the shantics; good sized
trees break the monotony of the once
bare prairie, and the rank buffalo grass
has given place to the finest wheat
fields in tic United States. Two, at
least. of Tcddy's schemes have been car
ricd into execution; an artcsian well,
tales of whose wonderful flow have
given the newspapers many sensa-
tional item, now waters the plain; and
Il ccal shaft, yielding an abundance of
good bituminous coal. has really been
SUM; upon his claim. Ills coal mine
has made for him thousands of dollars;
but he says no possession of his can
ever bring him anything that will COM
pare in value with the treasure brought
him by his windmill.
MARIE MORE MARSH