The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-09-04

distinct figures passed on the opposite
side. where some vacant lots lay
That's her, Kinda. Give her one
let her fy'-and another little fellow,
who was anxious to gain her ap-
prevail, thrust a hard SNOWFALL into her
hand On the crest of the impulse it
was gone. There was a Shrek. Miss
Sigsby fell and the children quickly
dispersed.
Kinda. ate no supper. Had she known
that SNOWFALL was so hard, or that it
could possibly have injured her teacher,
she would not have thrown it, But
perhaps Miss Sigsby was only fright
ened, after all. Consoling herself with
this thought, she slipped out again af-
over her head, hoping to find out
whether the injury was serious, and if
1t was known that she had been the
cause of it. AS she passed a couple of
men, she heard one say:
Didn't you know the mill had burned
down at Addystown?" After losing
some part of the conversation, which
presently lapsed, a question was asked,
and the same voice replied very dis
tinctly:
yes. the temple was very seriously
injured. They say it might result in
concuSSion.'
She did not pause to reflect, but now
thoroughly frightened, sped on toward
Miss Sigsby's home. DR.. Bunsby was
entering the gate. He closed it with
an impatient snap, as he reached the
porch, stamping the snow from his
boots. The door was opened by Mrs
Sigsby, thin, white-haired old lady,
who stood in the warm light for a mo-
ment, with her handkerchief to her
eyes. Then the door closed behind both
of them
Kinda was shivering with cold and
back door, hoping the over-grown or
phan girl, whom Miss Sigsby had taken
to raise, would give her some Informal
ton She could see Lottie through the
kitchen window, dragging the dish rag
to empty it, Kinda called her name. ~
Mercy" cried the girl, dropping the
me- Is it you. linda Jackson?' Lottie
had no good will for Kinda, for the
latter had never missed an opportunity
to make the girls slowness and stupid
Yes. How's Miss Sigsby?"
"How's Miss Sigsby?" repeated she.
| slowly throwing sullen look at Kinda.
30. I hearn the doctor say it was a
matter O. life and death. An he said
1t low and solemn like, so s cud
scarcely hear it with my ear up to the
door. And again heard him sa-'. I
feared there would be no hope But
it's not you" tossing her head, las
should be asking after Miss Sigsby. .
And she darted into the Kitchen fearing
she had excited a reply that would turn
| the tables
But Kinda was in no mood for TESTING
or cuarreling; She picked her way tc
the street, shaking with apprehension
! What would happen when it becams
/ known that she was the cause of Miss
! Sigsbys illness, and possibly her
| death, Could nothing be done?
Johns father had an old black mare
| that she had often ridden. To be sure
she could not so very fast. but she
! would answer the purpose. She ran as
| fast as she could to Johns home The
stable door was locked. She bruised ana
! tore her little hands trying to open it. tC
no purpose. Just then she saw the
watch dog creep out OF a hole under
meath the stable with an egg in his
mouth If she could get into the hen
house the rest would be easy. She kent
very quiet until the dog had walked
around the house and settled himself
oonderousl-' on the front porch Then
she crawled under the stable. her shoes
creaking on the frozen manure bean.
There was a loose board in the floor.
! Quietly she raised herself through the
opening. the hens flying about her head
in alarm from the recent visitor
She soon had the old mare saddIed
out in the cold moonlight, and was on
her way from the little town. 1t was a
cold ride through a struggling forest.
where the branches were sometimes low
enough to scratch her face and prod the