New Ulm review., 1895-01-02

character greatly resemb1edl, insour es-;
timation, that 81 the famous peraonage
- English history for whom Nc had
named him. Indeed ,riince had once
saved hia5 masters d life when the latter
was5one sday, in an outl lying field. sud-
denly attacked by IS furious, half wild
bush bull Hence Donald was 50 great
~ attached to the creature that he had,
ithstanding the addedexpense, tax
en- him along On his tedious journey,
much to our regret. as we sorely missed
the grand old fellow IN all our outdoor
sports.
III $50 on, this New Year day, all OF
t,s,,E even down to 9-year-old Margery,
Thought constantly OF the faraway pair.
But the rites of hospitality could not be
neglected, and by and By, stimulated
by the purposed gayety Of our visitors,
all Of Us young folks Joined, Just IN the
cleaning, in 8 romping game Of hide
and seek S. 5S5s3 II.
" At ordinary times our big ten room
loghouse was lighted by homemade tai
low candles, but on festive occasions
my mother used sperm ones. Numbers
Of these were now burning, in addition
tp the great open fires, making all with
In doors altogether too, light for tile
proper enjoyment of our game; SO, BY
unanimous consent, we agreed that the
'hiders should have the privilege Of the
fast darkening wood shed, stable and
nearest barn
The play w merrily on for half
an hour or so, .ch successive seeker
generally routing out the most cunning
5ly concealed shiders' in no time. But
then ittle Agnes Warwick SO artfully
hid herself that the seeker Of the mo-
nent, utterly failing to discover her,
was finally obliged to call upon the
whole crowd for assistance.
High and low, up and down, through
stable lofts, between wood piles, behind
straw stacks. inside the big tanning
mill, over grain bins and under the barn,
we hunted without success Then, gath.
cred in a cluster on the thrashing floor,
we were about to give up and let the
little mischief find herself, when,
through the open door, into which the
pale moonlight streamed, dark body
rushed. shot past us and sprang over in
to q nearly empty haymow, whence in
stantly came q great rustling and Sc
ries Of inarticulate cries from the now
discovered Agnes which sounded to US
like those Of fear and pain.
A bear! "A bear!' screamed the
elder Miss Warwick "A bear is killing
the childl' These brutes are quite plenti-
ful in our neigh borhood.
Pshawl' exclaimed my brother
Hugh, bears don't come out in winter. :
mo, nor they don't have long tails
either, I guess, wisely observed little
Margery. 5st 81.
Recovering from our momentary as
tonishment, we young men and boys
were in the act Of rushing to the rescue
when out Of the manhole Of the NOV
crept little Agnes, laughing half hys-
terically and encircling with one arm
the neck Of q big black dog!
Why. it's Prince! Donald's Black
PrinceP all Of US simultane eously shout
ed, for now we plainly saw the peculiar,
heart shaped breast spot which was the
only speck Of white on the glossy coat
Of our long lost friend.
Tt really seemed as if the wise old
fellow had stealthily watched our play
until he found what the trouble was,
and then, with deliberate purpose to
surprise us, had dashed past without
greeting, and guided by his unerring
nooo el,o n cy,oodilx, +<,~,, 49,, -<5 Al :
form of his we'll remembered playfel-
low, for pretty Agnes Warwick used to
spend fully as much time at our home
as at her own.
Now, having so well succeeded in
creating sensation, Prince threw off
all disguise, and after hilariously jump
ing upon each Of us il turn gamboled,
barked and frisked around in an ecstasy
Of delight, while we all started in a
wild race to the house.
Evidently some ne-perhaps with
news Of Donald-had arrived, for a
strange sleigh stood before the open
door, and as we neared the house we
could hear my fathers voice ringing
ont in tones which did not sound like
those of grief.
There's word from Donaldl Come
ont yelled my brother Archie as he
sprang to the leading place.
The other 16 Of us followed pell-
NELL, almost tumbling over each other
in our eagerness, and burst like ascy-
clone into the big parlor. Then the old
roof shook with our half frantic cheers,
for there, in the center Of the room,
stood Donald himselfl He was brown
as an Indian and bearded like well,
like any gold digger. but was the same
old Donald still, while, clasped to his
breast, with her arms about his neck
lay my dear little mother, softly crying
in speechless JOY. -
Here poor Fred almost broke down.
and not a homesick man of us all could
trust himself to speak. Presently, how
ever, the young fell he was only l91
went on: Is
sBoysI-teH You " as
most too much for me. IL never.
forget that time il I should live a thou
sand years. It seemed like getting my
brother back from the grave itself. Some
OF us cried like babies, and even the
stern old colonel himself had to- pretend
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