The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1900-01-11

loosened the iron knob from the foot
Of the bedstead, and. climbing up
again, she broke with 1t every pane OF
glass in the window, beginning at the
top and ending at the bottom.
ssWhat are you doing? asked EN-,
who heard the falling fragments.
Her companion made her no reply,
but leaned on every little crossbar,
which cracked and gave way beneath
her. Then she pressed with all her
strength against the shutter. She mad
Thought the wooden. buttons would
give way, but by the clinking sound
she knew that the iron bar had been
put across. She was quite quiet for
time. Clambering down, she took from
the table a small one bladed penknife,
with which she began to peck at the
hard wood of the shutter. ga
what are you doing nowr asked
EN-, who had ceased crying In her won
der and had drawn near.
Trying to make a hole" was the
Snort reply. .E..
do you think you will be able tor
mo, but am trying"
In an agony Of suspense EN- waited.
For ten minutes Lyndall pecked. The
hole was three eighths Of an inch deep.
Then the blade sprang into ten pieces.
What has happened now" asked
EN-, numbering afresh.
Nothing" said Lyndal. Bring me
my nightgown, a piece Of paper and
the matches"
Wondering, EN- fumbled about till
she found them.
What are you going to do with
them" she whispered.
Burn down the window"
"But won't the whole house take fire
and burn down tooY' H-
YES"
"But will it not be very wickedw
"Yes, very, and l do not care"
She arranged the nightgown careful
ly in the corner Of the window, with
the chips Of the frame about it. There
was only one match in the box. She
drew it carefully along the wall. For
a moment it burned up blue and show
ed the tiny face with it's glistenlng
eyes. She held it carefully to the pa
per. For an instant it burned up
brightly, then flickered and went out.
She blew the spark, but it died also.
Then she threw the paper on to the
ground. trod on it and went to her bed
and began to undress.
EN- rushed to the door. knocking
against it wildly.
"Oh. Tant' Sannie, Tant' Sannie! Oh,
let US out" she cried. ooh, Lyndall.
what are we to do"
Lyndall wiped a drop of blood off
the lip she had bitten.
81 am going to Sleep" she said. IF
you like to sit there and howl till the
morning. do. Perhaps you will find
that it helps. I never heard that howl
ing helped any one"
Long after, when EN- herself had
gone to bed and was almost asleep,
Lyndall came and stood at her bed
side.
: Here" she said, slipping little pot
of powder into her hand. Rub some
on your face. Does it not burn where
she struck your
Then she crept back to her own bed.
Long, long after, when EN- was really
asleep, she lay still awake and folded
her hands on her little breast and NUT
tered:
when that day comes and l am
strong, l will hate everything that has
power and help everything that is
weak" And she bit her lip again.
The German looked out at the cabin
door for the last time that night. Then
he paced the room slowly and sighed.
Then he drew out pen and paper and
sat down to write, rubbing his old
gray eyes with his knuckles before he
began:
Ny Chickens-You did not come to say goodby
to the old man. Might your All, well, there is
land where they part no more. where saints i'm
mortal reign.
sit here alone, and think of you. Will you
forget the old man? When you wake tomorrow
he Will be far away. The old horse is lazy, but
he has his stick to help him. That is three legs
He comes back one day with gold and diamonds
Will you welcome him? Well, we shall see. /
go to meet Waldo. He comes back with the
wagon. Then he follows me. Poor boz! God
knows. There is a land where all things are
made right, but that land is not here.
My little children, serve the Saviour. Give your
hearts to him while you are yet young. Life is
short.
Nothing is mine; otherwise would say, Lyn-
dali, take my books. EN- my stones. Now say
nothing. The things mine. 1t Is not right
eous, God knows. But am silent. Let 1t be.
But feel it. I must say feel it.
Do not cry too much for the old man. He goes
out to seek his fortune and comes back with 1t in
q bag, it may be.
! love my children. Do they think Of me? ]
am old Otto, who goes out to seek his fortune.
o. F.
Having concluded this quaint pro-
duction, he put it where the children
would find it the next morning and
proceeded to prepare his bundle. He
never thought Of entering a protest
against the loss Of his goods. Like
child he submitted and wept. He had
been there II years, and it was hard to
go away. He spread open on the bed
a blue handkerchief and on it put one
by one the things he thought most
necessary and important-a little bag
of curious seeds which he meant to
plant some day, an old German hymn
book, three misshapen stones that he
greatly valued, Bible. a shirt and two
handkerchiefs. Then there was room
for nothing more. He tied up the bun
die tightly and put Il on a chair by