The Worthington advance., 1901-01-11

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swered not q word. ~
"A louder rap now 1T the door, and
an oath or two. - ~
"Granny .wrnng her hands in aR-
ony, for just then from the bed came
low moan. =
"'Broth!' cried the BARN; granny,
broth!'
"Open the door, Sandy said gran.
ny; open the door, and, taking the
little one in her arms, she stood, like
q figure turned to stone, in tho mid,
die of the floor.
Jenny, hardly more than a babe,
clung weeping to my skirts as knelt
In prayer by the 6reless stove, asking
aid from One greater and richer than
the owners of the coal mines.
There was silence for a moment,
when the door was opened; then one
Of the men laughed.
"'Come,' he said; make ready to be
out of this by noon. Yqu had your or
ders yesterday, Sandy, and we mean
to enforce 'em.'
"'But the BARN il near to dying
answered Sandy, cholking like, and
sure ye will not turn us out in the
storm?'
"'Well, If the brat be near dying
said an officer, brutally, she may al
well die Outside as in
Then," continued the woman,
shielding her eyes with one hand, 81
heard growl like as from a wild
beast, then a cry of mortal agony,
and the" Her voice broke, and she
half arose from her chair and looked
with fixed, stony gaze straight be-
fore her.
"And then?" I queried, after pain
full pause.
"And then," she resumed, with
white lips, "the man who had uttered
that cruel speech flung up his arms,
swayed to and fro and fell at Sandy's
feet without life or motion. Then the
rest sprang upon Sandy, who stood
there dazed and horror-stricken. white
as the dead man at his feet.
~ did nae mean to kill him. he
said, solemnly, with uplifted hand;
God above knows I did nae mean to
kill him. But the BARN is the light o.
my eyes, and if any of ye be fathers
ye maun know how-how-' He could
say no more, sir, for the tears which
choked him; tears wrung from his
great, loving heart-a heart az tender
as woman's.
"'Come,' said the dead mans
friends, savagely, come. We don't
want any more of your whining.
You'll get halter for this days work,
never fear.'
"a halter!' exclaimed granny,
dazed like; "a halter for my Sandy!'
Then she looked at the dead mans
face and laughed, such horrid laugh,
sir. that it curdlcd tho blood in our
veins.
"The child no longer moaned, but
lay quiet within her arms. Sandy
shook Oft the hands which held him
and stopped to kiss the BARN.
"'She's Dead he said, quietly; nv
Jenny, our pretty BARN, is dead;' and
without another word turned and
went out the door, never to enter it
again."
Surely" I stammered, ''he was not.
not"-1 could not bring myself to ut.
ter the horrible word.
mo, sir" said she, quietly; 'but he
was sent to prison for life"
"And you, and the boy, and gran
ny?" I inquired; what did yop do?"
'The neighbors helped US to move
here" she said, wearily, "and helped
to bury the child. Granny's reason
fed that dreadful day, and, as you
see, still she nurses the BARN, and
ever in her ear rings that mournful
cry: Broth! granny, oroth!'"
The door opened suddenly at this
juncture, and in sprarg Jenny, with
a look upon his face which brought US
both to our feet.
Hes comet" he gasped; "he's
come! Granny was nae mad when she
said he's come the day."
"Who?" cried his mother, . wild
hope cleaning in her eye. "Quick,
Jenny, tell me! Who has Gomez"
my boy, Sandy" crooned granny,
aroused by the confusion; "'tis my
Sandy come back with broth for the
BARN."
"Ay, mither," cried q rough, manly
voice at the door, "God be thanked,
tits thy boy Sandy come back indeed!''
The wife stood like one turned to
stone.
"Escaped?'' she gasped, with shud-
der, as her husband held out his arms;
''escaped?"
"Nae, my lass," he cried; "never
fear, tits not escaped I am, but par
doned, Jenny-pardoned."
That meeting was too sacred for a
strangers eye to witness, and SO l
silently stole away and left them; the
strong man shaken with emotion, wife
and child sobbing upon his breast,
and granny, with her ''bairn" tenderly
clasped in her arms, smiling upon the
group in placid, sweet content.-Frank
Leslie's Illustrated Newspaper.
"Hello, Cush!'' "Hello, Billv'
The late Senator Davis, left his
house on Massachusetts, avenue one
morning and started to walk to the
cars. Suddenly, as if sprung from the
ground, a man approached him. He
was an old member of Davis company
in the war, and he looked seedy.
Hello, Cush!" he exclaimed.
Hello, Bill" said the senator.
''Where did you come from?"