The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-04-09

But here bucket stood friend In
need. Dove rose on its firm basis and
took a step EDWARDS Fortunately the
snow was wind-driven towards the
fence and therefore not more than
two feet deep on the path between the
kitchen and the shed.
just my luck. said Dove apt to
consider herself fortunate in small
things; so she struggled valiantly
along with the iron spade for staff
and the bucket for balance. The sit
uation to any but the robust was one
OF danger-for the blast OF the blizzard
10 deadly In its Icy penetration; the
snow. swept onwards by its wide
spreading wings cuts like a knife;
and In turning her back on It In order
TO take breath. Dove found her gar
ments extemporizod into sails which
drove her towards the snow bank by
the fence where she must have per-
ished. Well 1t Is hardly romantic TO
owe ones life to a bucket and heavy
iron spade but Dove knows well what
was due To these humble friends dur
ing that struggle for existence between
the kitchen and the shed door.
This door. somewhat sunken. was
choked with fine snow. and frozen so
that it would not give space to nudge
TO enter. Dove. breathless but val
lent set the bucket down. and taking
the spade as battering ram. plunged
against the rickety door. 1t gave
way at the hinges and came down
with clatter. Meantime the bucket
had settled into tho snow and was
| frozen there. when it was Mt length
| dug out the bottom was so humpy
with Jumps OF ice that 1t could not be
induced TO stand. and the coal that
Dove laboriously shoveled in tumbled
| out in manner that would have ex-
asperated n saint By this time an
other calamity threatened her-feet
and hands were numbed and. unless
she could speedily get up the circula-
ton. would undoubtedly freeze.
What happened in the next few min
utes remained ever kind OF night
mare of working against impossibili-
| ties; but the next thing she distinctly
| remembers was the weight of the
bucket which she had to carry with
both hands and set down at every STEP
| The minutes seemed hours and when
| the outer kitchen was reached at last
Dove was gasping for breath as one
half drowned. Her hair was blown
down and twisted into the cloud, as
though mischievous hand had tied it
perversely into snarls. Her eyelids
wero frozen. so that she had to wait
until the water thawed and rolled
away like tear before she could
bolt the door again and rid herself OF
the heavy arctics.
After this came another season of
struggle between three flights of stairs
and the weight of the bucket in unac-
customed arms.
i've done it,. at last said Dove to
herself ms she sat on the top stair
looking lovingly at the well filled box
beside her. Then she went back to
| her invalid.
1t was an awful night; the blizzard
increased in fury and by o'clock in
the morning the bucket was again
empty. Exhausted by the nights
| watching Dove contemplated another
visit to the shed with horror; she
feared that shc could mover get through
the twelve hours's accumulation OF
snow. What was to be donep Again
she opened the pane and looked into
the street II only the milkman would
appear! He was one OF the kindest
men in the world and would do any
thing to serve her. But it would be
hours before the milkman could break
the track and come in over the coun-
try roads. Nor could Dove go into
the street, the snow had drifted half
way up the house door, 1t was regu.
lar blockade. May God give me
strength" prayed Dove fervently, as
she took the bucket In her hand and
began to roll herself up in furs and
/ wraps.
AT that very moment came sound
of stamping outside Then kind OF
earthquake shook the house; this was
caused by the wrenching open Of the
outside door. frozen in the intense
cold. Then the door bell rang.
Dove had flown down stairs at tho
first sound and now precipitated her.
| sells into the arms OF the rosy fur
clothed monster who stood shaking
| IDS uTy ouOW pcilClS ClObuGS.
Jack oh. jack whatever made
you como so early?"
"Oh, I've been all night in the
train; it's stuck fast mile or two
away. We were all SO hungry that
we ate up everything,
But how did you get herep'
Il chartered an old inhabitant te
bring me- haven't been home yet
I've heen bothered all night thinking
perhaps Madame and Martha would
get the grippe, and you might be left
without coal in this blizzard"
This was the second time that Dove
had unconsciously brought this broth
| er to her aid at a crisis. The first
time no broke his journey and travel
ed hundred miles because he was
awakened during the night by her
voice calling him. his arrival home
being as opportune as on this second
occasion. But psychology apart now
see the cheer this rosy checked
healthy Hercules brought to the fiat
What rafting and banging OF stoves!
How he sends the ashes flying all over
| the dainty rooms in his zeal!