The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1895-11-22

have had this happen Tor the world.
'sShe's a-goin' off on the six O'Clock
train in the mornin'," half sobbed his
wife, IAN she won't eat no supper nor
breakfast, an she says she'll never for
give me- oh, 'Bijah. I did it all for TIE
best! Surely, God'll help us out. He
alwuz did before when we did the best
we could"
1t was only about six o'clock in the
evening when they reached home from
the train. The day had been very mild
and the heavy snow of the day before
had rapidly disappeared in the warn
sunshine. Suddenly, however, keen
fierce wind arose, and when John and
his wife went to bed their panes were
covered with thick frost in spite of the
fire in the little stove, which on this
night proved inadequate to keep the
large room warm.
John, too, was considerably annoyed
at Martha Gates deception. He would
have done anything to spare his wife
the unpleasantness of this ill-advised
Thanksgiving gathering.
IL hope mas satisfied now" said Tom
sulkily, as he and his sister were gettins
ready TO go to their rooms.
"She probably is" Uttered Susy.
81 think it's SO silly for girl to be
giggling all the time," said Tom.
"And L think it's just delightful te
have a dear brother find SO much faul,
all the time," said Susy.
And even far into the night Mrs. Gate,
lay wakeful and restless beside hel
l c1o h,,c1
spirit was completely humbled. "Oh
dear Lord" she whispered, 81 meant II
all for the best! Amt there no way te
bring 'em together? Oh, make way!'
At last feeling of sweet peace stole
over her troubled senses and she slept
She awoke very suddenly. Some one
was moving about in the kitchen. She
| could hear the stove covers rafting and
other sounds, then startled voices. She
lit a lamp, half dressed herself and en-.
tered the kitchen. There were John
and his wife, also half dressed, trying tc
give the baby a warm drink.
Everything was confusion for little
while. The only thing definitely knowp
| and understood was that the baby was
dangerously i'll.
Then 'Bijah was aroused and started
off posthaste for the doctor. In this
meantime the baby grew less and less
able to breathe.
The young mother was crying pit.
eously as she held the baby to he,
breast. John walked about the kitchen
in perfectly frenzied condition and
Martha looked on helplessly.
Suddenly gaunt, stiff form appeared
in the doorway. 1t was Jane.
Don't any of you people know any
thing?" d she exclaimed, vigorously.
''That child's got the membraneous
Group. Give him to me this minute. !
saved baby's life once before the doc
tor came, and reckon can do it again.
Martha, want steam. Set the kettles
on boiling and give me steam"
How she did fly around! She made a
little bed some way and raised over it a
blanket tent. Then under cover of the
blanket she slipped the spout of the tea
kettle, meanwhile ordering them TO
place the baby in the bed. Very soon
the little tent was filled with warn,
moist air, and a hot poultice was
doctor came the little one was breathing
easily. Jane told him what had been
the condition of the child and just what
she had done and he said, very emphat-
ically and respectfully: Madam, you
have undoubtedly saved the child's life.
I should have come too late"
He remained a short time, then left,
and there was q deep silence amid the
little company. The pretty young
mother went up to the stern, lonely old
maid, put her arms around her neck and
sobbed on her breast. "Jane," she said,
''dear sister janet"
And John? John was crying like
big baby, and Martha's eyes shone, and
Martha's lips said: "Oh, Lord, 1 thank
thee!"-Rodney Blake, in American Ag
riculturist.