The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1893-12-30
STORY OF A BLlZZAD.

The wind vas blowing aeenly and
the snow fell So thick that uotiling
c0Hld be seen Out-Of.d0Or>. Ii! i
lonely SPOT on Il prairie il the north'
crn part OF Nebraska stood {: 10" SOU
house. Il was built by pillng S. uare
pieces Of SOD one upnn the other,
forming thick, firm walls At one 0E
the small square Windows young
girl OF about twelve years was peer
ing out into the storm as Though
looking Tor somebody.
1t is a dreadful blizzard. Max,
She said as she turned ShiTerlhs, from
the window, and sat down dlSconSo-
lately beside d boy OF about eIgHt
wears who was work ny at Il trap he
was trying 10 make. II which To catch
rabbits, minks, and other small! aul-
mals
Il am su afraid that father and
mother started home Dc!1lt the storm
commenced she said. and they will
be lost on the uralr (. But l aIn
glad they did not take tie baby" As
il to emphasize her WOrds she picked
40 her little .->car-u.d sister frolu
the Iioor where sic was p!dyIuE Wlth
some c.ytleSpinS: trying 10 ouild j
house.
Max slowly put ava hiS lev tool:
ana boxes as though they had TeTy
suddenly lost all Interest I1t him
"Ies. it is the worst blizzard We
have had in twO years. But don't
worry, Lottie, father would not starr
rom town il it looked like snow"
Then as if trying to take from hei
mind the thoughts that troubled her
he said, Don't you wish they would
get another letter for YOU, with some
thing nice il it,"
Lottie looked at the plain gold
ring on her finger and replied. "N asn't
it strange that Miss Lottie should
think Of me before she died and send
me this? 1t has 'Lotte' ou the in
side, too"
We'll, she ought to have given
YOU more than that cause you were
named for her" answered Max.
The ring was one Of the little girls
few treasures, for Mr. Parker was
very poor and could buy nothing but
real necessities.
How dark it is" said Max, "and
IT is only three O'Clock: Ne can not
zee the barn al all. "
Yes, we must give up looking fol
rather and mother to-day. Let's just
try to do everything the best we can.
Mother left the bread to rise-tc
bake when she came home Do you
think it Is light enough? Or course:
she would not let me touch it il she
we're here. but it Will spoil if It isn't
attended to, Besides ne need some
biscuit for supper"
Max went and raised tbs cloth and
looked at the snowy dough beueath-
although It i: doubtful whether ne
knew anything about bow light il
ought to be,
"Of course you can DO it, L0rtle
Didn't you make pie once "heD
5aose people came from town, and
roUtler wasn't here.
Il Lelieve I must tTy," said Lottie
rolling up her sleeves, and after care
fully washing her hands and arms,
lifted the large pan upon the work
taDle. She had only just got fairly
INTO the dough, when little Elsie be
gan fretIing for her mother Mrs
Parker dii not often leave home, and
when she did, usually took the baby
With her.
Cant YOU DO something to KEEP
her qu!ct. Max: Ny hands are into
tie bread now. and they stick so. c
dear, ! wish they had not gone"
Max tried in several ways 70 quiet
the child. but all III vain. AT last
he took clothes basket, and tied il
into a little square stool with acuSll
ion on it. After putting shawl in:I
the basket. he put Elsie 10 it, and
slowly drew it back and forth The
novelty Of it Quieted the tired child.
and the gentle motion soon put bel
lo sleep Then he took her out anC
laid her Oh the bed, E7 this tine
Lortie had the bread n0ldsu lntt