Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1898-06-29

make q furrow all about the buildings.
oh, II Mr.. Blasland would just help
and burn the grass ON the prairie side
Of the furrOwr
Hannah was more deferential In her
style Of address than was the house
keeper. The latter was plain and per
emptory: Here, here, Old John! Come
and helpv she screamed. in the same
breath giving the order. "Git up there
lively, Jim! Up with you. gtt-t-tr'
She resumed her command to the
ranchman! Burn the grass all outside
the furrer. Quick. sir. quick! We will
all be burnt to a clnder II you don't dy
round. Git up there. Jim! faster. OLD
boy.'
After this last equivocal order. he
fat housekeeper. rosy and pufhng. skill
fully steered Jim down the east side Of
the farm house. Hannah guided the
plough, the muscles swelling In her
firm. shapely hands, and along her
barred. brown wrists. Her eyes glanced
downward TO see that the ploughshare
was running right. and then they were
lifted to the heavens. Those deep eyes
VI Dlue were w I'LL PAoy Ga . AVNSA-
ent supplication.
God help us. Gold help usr' she mur.
INJURED. Behind the plough tottered the
old ranchman, kindling the grass out
side the furrow, and leaving a rapidly
widening space of black, ire-ravaged
ground between the ranch building and
the awful conflagration driving over
the prairie.
Now the north sidew said Hannah.
quence. Readyw
"Git up-up up, Jim! Come on. Old
Johnr screamed Mrs. Tutherly. The
smoke was now all about them. but
Hannah would say, ''the east side Is
safe. Thank Godw and press stub
bornly on.
But where was Young John? More
keep him. Had he been overtaken by
that awful fire. scorched, suffocated.
burned to death? He was somewhere
out on the prairie. His horse was swift.
His pluck was great. He knew the
prairie; but there was that terrible en-
CINE of flame, without wheels. yet roll
ing on, that horrible dragon of fire,
without wings, yet steadily flying! Who
could escape all this?
The north side had been furrowed
and burned over, when Hannah caught
the quick beat of horses hOOfs. and on
came the beautiful brown Betty, bring
!ng her master, Young John!
Thank Godw he shouted, as he leap
ed from Betty's steaming back. kissed
Hannah. and then, seizing the plough
handles. cried: Leave this west side.
and go for the south side! Quick! Run,
Hannah. fast. and be firing the grass
up In the southeastern corner"
There was a crouching form that
soon appeared, a torch In his wrinkled
hand. His face was blackened by the
SCOT of the burnt prairie. "He don't see
me- He don't notice me. He kissed
her. I've been scorched and s!nged.
They don't notice me-" muttered Old
John.
They did notice him when the work
of saving had been completed, when
out of n wide, blackened waste, rose
up the uninJured buildings. safe behind
that long, protecting furrow. They
found him lying insensible at one ex-
posed corner. an expired torch in his
hand. The heat, the excitement Of the
unusual effort at his age, had overcome
him. They carried him to his bed.
What did he murmur at last?
Nobody cares for me here" he
moaned "Send for my john
Your sonY' asked Young John. The
sufferer bent his head in assent.
Nobody cares for me here" he then
murnured again. Send for him."
Eve will: but we care for you. grand
Johns children"
"W-w-what?" asked the old man. the
faded brown eyes opening wide in as
tonishment.
Yes, grandpa" said Young John,
Hannah and I-we-we are brother
and sister; and-and-we thought II We
came, some time 1t would come about
that we could tell you. and you would
hear us, and you would be reconciled
to father and be willing to see him
and
The old man here broke in with q cry
! that came from a heart once more ten
/ der and sincere before Its Maker
Thank God! Bless you. bless you. and
send for my John"
MY John" came, and the coming
wrought wonders in the old father
physically and spiritually.-Golder
Rule.