Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1899-01-05

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bony fingers until they looked like
heavy willow work "Go order pair
of horses and large sleigh and have
them here at the earliest moment. We
will pay some visits this morning.
"A sleigh, sirl Did you say sleigh,
sir? Are you entirely well. siri I
fear"--
Fear nothing" interrupted John
Frostberg. "Never so well, Madison,
never SO well. Attend to the order!''
Hadn't ! better go for the doctor,
sir?"
"No, Madison" said John Frostberg,
smiling. II do not wonder at your
alarm, but get the sleigh and Twill soon
dispel it,"
"Yis, sir, will" replied Madison
as he left the room.
Meeting his wife in the hall, he threw
his hand to his mouth with whist,
there He's feminist himself this morn
in. He's as mad as March hare. I'm
goin for a sleigh, too, mind you that,
and when he's in il there'll be madcap
time. can tell you" With motion
Of secrecy to his wife he left the house.
When alone, John Frostberg busted
himself in looking over papers, which
he drew from small iron safe which
stood in his bedroom. Selecting some,
he placed them in his pocket. Taking q
pooketbook from his coat, he tapped the
end of a layer of bills and muttered:
There may not be enough. Should
they give out, will get more" Seat
ing himself in the scarlet chair, he was
the opposite of the John Frostberg who
occupied it the night before. His face
was radiant with JOY and there was not
q pinch in IT, His lips compressed tight
ly for moment, when in an audible
tone he said: "She is living, for have
seen her. I will find her among the
poor, sharing her crust with those still
poorer than she. ] will
''The sleigh is here, sir, = said Madi-
son, entering without ceremony.
"Put on your greatcoat, Madison.
You will go with me. ! may need YOU"
Where, sir?'
''That do not know. We must hunt
them. do not know where they live"
"Yis. SIR" replied Madison. with
drawing. ''He ought to seek an asylum.
where he'll be sure to land afore the
day is over" he muttered as be put on
his greatooat. "It's a safe bet we'll
both be there afore the SUMS down--ho
as the lunatic, and as the accomplioe. "
1t was beautiful morning, not =
cloud to be seen, with the atmosphere
xusfh 1,,ix ,,fa
city was just waking up, and the clang
of bells and the melody Of chimes were
heard in all directions peaiing well
come to the day.
"Do you know where che poor liver"
asked John Frostberg Of the driver.
lis IL the poor you'd be a-lookin fer,
sir, said Madison before the driver had
time to reply. "Sure, sir, know where
they keeps, can take you where they
huddles like swines. Yis. indeed. II it's
the poor you're lookin fer.
"Yes, Madison, want to find the poor.
should know where they live, but do
not am going to lift some hearts ont
of their sorrows and woes today"
"Ohoi You told me 60. God bless
you, sir, but it's q nice madness that's
affiictin you"
John Frostberg smiled as he got into
the sleigh and directed Madison to be-
seated at his side.
Drive where the most suffering poor
are most congregated, directed John
Frostberg
The horses were no longer of mist,
but of flesh and blood and covered with
bells that seemed to jingle, merry
Christmas" as they dashed through
the streets. John Frostberg saluted ev-
erybody they passed with Merry
Christmasi'' while Madison echoed his
master at every utterance As they pass
ed, John Frostberg observed bakery,
and ordered the sleigh stopped. Jump.
ing from it, he inhaled the hot vapor
which came from the basement win-
dows, the breath Of the loaves Just from
the oven. Entering, he said:
81 want to leave deposit with ron
today, on which shall Immediately
commence to draw. All orders which
you receive in this handwriting and
signed with a star you will honor, nay
ing yourself out Of the deposit, " and
handing the baker q roll OF bills was
about to depart, when the latter said:
"Why not sign the order with your
name instead Of star?''
II have my reasons. you will know
the genuine by the body of the note.
Coed morning. sir. Wish you Merry
Christmas!''
"A star, he muttered. ''It leads to
the manger birthplace, where the great
gift was lying in his mothers arms.
Yes, star is good signature for this
morning"
The grocer, butcher and coal yard
were visited and deposits made at each.
After the last deposit John Frostberg
said to the driver:
1T is early yet and the poor are still
trying to sleep. Do you know the old
farm on the river called The Locustss''
"Yes, sir; very well. Only yesterday
drove the old man home when be
tainted In the street.
NDriva there nc fast M won can