The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1894-07-21

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ux ye to run 10 minutes more II We
can but get thrue this field an down
on the other side toward the river, ]
know where we can hide, an they'll not
be follerin fur fear o. bein cut OF BY our
men. Only kape up yer heart. for the
love o. God, an thry.'
"I will do my best" answered MIRA
Glare, "but II drop, leave me. II will
not be your fault and l shall not suffer
long"
Mary said nothing, but squeezed the
slim, white hand In her brown and
horny one, and then only waiting to
lift the mercifully sleeping children
they resumed their flight
But before they had reached the
farther extremity Of the cornfield Mrs.
Glare had thrice stumbled, and Mary
stopped Of her own accord, warned by
the long drawn. gasping breath that her
companions strength had well nigh
come to an end. A new idea seized her,
and taking off her cloak she succeeded
in strapping the infants onto her back,
then making Mrs. Clare take her arm
led her ON, cheering the sinking woman
every now and then with an encourag-
ing whisper.
1t was down hill now, but every step
was stumble, every breath a prayer,
and they had gained such little dis
tance.
Suddenly Mrs Glare reeled, and the
hold ON Mary's arm gave way. The red
spots on her cheeks had died out, and q
mortal pallor was there instead.
MARY" she said. every breath COM
ing with a moan, "leave me now, ]
command ycu. You've done your best,
God bless you. Go, take your child and
give me mine. It could not live long
without me, and can go no farther
not one step"
And looking in her face Mary Kir.
wan saw it was true. What was to be
done2 For moment she stood still and
mute; then scarlet color rushed into
her cheeks, and she fell ON her knees
80 Lord Christ, see q way, but it's
hard, hard Help me to do IL. for there Q
no other at all "
1t was moments prayer, and no
sooner uttered than she rose, undid the
children from her back, handed Mrs
Clare her own, and tenderly wrapping
up the other In her cloak darted away
with it among the cornstslks without q
word
When she came back, her arms were
empty, and her face was white as death.
"Maryp' cried the English mother,
"whero is It? What have you done with
it-your childT
eve put IL down." her lips culver
ing as she raised the other. Maybe
they'll not be afther seein him tfor it's
in hole he is among the corn) widou'
he cries, an he'll not do that, the darlin,
when I've nursed him but the now ~
wrapped him up warm to slape."
''But, Mary-my Godi What do you
mean?"
I ''Manel Shure, that can't carry yor
an the childher, too," said Mary sim
ply, IAN it's thrue ye can't walk any
further. Och, don't be talkin, but hould
yer own tight while I lift ye Shure. it''
not the featberweight 70 are Don't bt
tallSin, I say" checking with an al
most fierce authority the resistance
which Mrs. Glare would fain have Of
fcred as she was lifted from the ground.
But iv yer never axed tho mother o
God to pray for ye an yours, as ye're
mother yersel', az her now for me-"
And on she strobe a. she spoke, walk
ing far moro swiftly now under hel
burden than when she had to accommo
date her steps to the fragile creature be
hind her, though now aud then q sol
broke from hsr bosom, rending the hear
of the prostrate woman she carried.
Yet it was not the weight which
distressed her. IL was the mother
heart in her, fighting and breaking
for that sturdy. brown skinned In
FAINT, whom every step put farther ant
farther away from her, and still sh,
hurried ON more swiftly fss the ssan,