The morning call., 1893-01-19

Take another look at his father here; you
think zen a bundle o. fraities, l deSsay.
Well, when the news was brought US. this
poor old worm lifts his fist up TO the sun an
says, God do so to me an more Also, he
saws, III ever | falls across q Rooshau
An God send me a Rooshian-jusI one, he
says. meRnin' that Ro0shians don't grow on
brambles hereabOUts. Now the boy was
our only flesh.
"Wel. sir, nigh sixteen year went by,
an we two were sittin', one quakin' night,
beside this very fire. hearkenIn' 10 the bed
lam outside: for twas the big storm In
seventy, an even indoors we must shout TO
make ourselves heard. About 10, as we
was thinking TO alley-couchey, there comes
a bangn' on the door, an Isaac GETS up an
lets the bar down, singn' out, who is itY
There was big young man 'twixt the
dO0TDOsts, drippin wet, WI smears O blood
on his face. an white teeth shown when
be talked. Twas a half-furrin talk, an he
spoke bit faint, too. but fairly grinned for
JOY TO see our warm fire, an his teeth were
white IS pearl.
"'Ah. sir he cried, you will help? Our
bark is ashore below fifteen poor
brothers, You will send for help-you will
aid?'
Then Isaac stepped back. and spoke very
| slow. What nation" be asked. She IS
Russ-we are all Russ sixteen poor brothers
from ArehaDgel,' said the young man. as
| soon a. he took in the question. My man
slowed round on his heel and walked to the
hearth here; but the sailor stretched cut
| his hands, an saw the middle finger of his
| right hand was gone. \ GU will aid, Ell Z
An, yes, you will aid. They are clingn'-
so-hfleen poor brothers. and many have
| wives But Isaac said Thank thee, God. ,
and picked up log from the hearth here.
Take EN- this message. said he, facin'
round; and, runnin' on the sailor, who was
! faint and swayln, be [ him forth with he
| burnin' stick, and bolted the door upon
| him.
after that we sat quiet. he an !, all the
| night through. never takin' our clothes off
An at day break Isaac walked down TO the
shore. There was nothin' to see but two
! bodies, an he buried them an waited for
more That evenin' another came in, an
next day two; an so on for a se'anight
Ten bodies in all he picked up and buried /
| the meadow below. An on the fourth day
| be picked up body WI one finger missin'.
under the Mare Head. Twas the young
man he had driven forth, who had wan
| dered there an broke his neck. Isaac
! buried him, too An that was all. except
/ two that the coast guard found an held an
! inquest over an card of TO churchyard.
so it befell; an for five year neither
Isaac nor me opened mouth pom 1t, not to
! each other even. An then, one MONDAY.
a sailor knocks at the door; an Goin' out,
seed be was a furriner, WI great white
! teeth showing dr0' his beard. I be come
: TO see Mister Isaac Lenino,' he says. in his
oullandsh English. 80 I called Isaac out;
an the stranger grips 'en by the hand an
| kisses zen. sayin'. Little father, take me TO
their graves. My name Is Feodor Hmkoff
an my brother Dmitry was among the crew
| OF the Viatka. You would know his body
| if you buried it, for the second finger WAS
| gone from his right hand. / myself
wretched enel-chopped ii. by bad luck,
when we were boys. an played al wood
| euttin' wi our fathers AK. l have heard
how they persisted. far from aid. an how
| you gave 'em burial IN your own field. and
| pray to all the saints for you, he says.
$50 Isaac led 'en to the field and showed
zen the grave that was staked off long WI
! the rest. God help my poor man! he was
too big coward to speak. So the man
! stayed WI US till shutdown, an kissed us
| pom both cheeks, an went his way. bessn'
US. God forgfe us-God forg'e us
AN ever since he's been breaking our
heads drO' the pOstoffice WI sueh-liks
| precious balms as these here" She broke
| off TO settle Isaac more comfortably IN his
chair. "'Tis all we can do to get rid Of 'em
! on poor trampin' fellows same as your
self Arthur CUTLER Cranch.