The Saint Paul globe., 1902-02-01
5he Globes Daily Short story

seeching someone to help him. His face
had grown pale and his lips trembled
Those nearest gathered around, express
ing sympathy or piling maledictions upon
the heads Of the officers of the bank.
Slowly the extent of his misfortune
soaked through Larson's brain. His face
grew purple with rage and his fingers
shook nervously.
mine God"' he cried, savagely, "Ay
bane tank masaf Ay kaIe das feller vat
took may mooney an not gif eet back
-Ay kale heem pooty soon; Ay kale
heem!'
He clenched his fists and darted angrily
through the crowd But suddenly a
strong, restraining hand was laid >upon
his arm, and the voice Of Sam Jennings
said:
Hold on, 'Yohn,' don't get excited
Just wait; maybe you can get part of
your money-a little Of it, at least
wen Ay git das mooney" Larson ask
ed, hopefully.
Jennings shook his head. 81 don't
know" he replied. ut may not be for
a year. But never you mind, Yohn.'
Just wait. Come and go home with me,
now, and maybe we'll learn something
tomorrow"
Crushed and speechless, Larson fol-
lowed his neighbor. On their way home
Jennings endeavored to cheer him up,
despair
When at last they reached his farm
Larson turned his pale face upon Jen-
nings
"Ay tole you esoomtang," he said.
pathetically. cay bane vorkin', vorkin'
five, sax year an Ay tank soomtime Ay
haf Christina wifi may but now, now
He could not finish for choking, and
Jennings saw the tears spring to his eyes
as he turned in at his gate.
Jennings drove on to his own cabin,
half a mile further, very slowly, think
ing, thinking. His thoughts must have
been very pleasant ones for smiles often
furrOwed his face and his eyes tWink'ed'
Larson was sitting alone in his cabin.
1t was dark and the lamp was lighted.
His heart was heavy, for he had been
thinking of Christina, who seemed 50
far-so very far away.
Suddenly he heard the sound of many
wheels which stopped at his gate, and
the next moment timid knock sounded
upon his door, He hurriedly arose and
threw the door ajar And then he stag
gered back.
For the light from his lamp fell full
upon the sweet face of Christina, smiling
at him!
With a glad cry she threw her arms
around his neck and clung to him, cry
ing softly, while his neighbors dozens cf
them, crowded into the little room, with
Sam Jennings at their head
Larson was so overcome with joy and
amazement that his lips were dumb, bat
he looked questioningly at Jennings.
"Oh," laughed Sam ''we have invited
| ourselves to the weddin', 'Yohn.' Bring in
the preacher, boys.
The Lutheran minister was escorted
into the center of the group. and then
Jennings produced a marriage license
made out in the names of John Larson
I and Christina Hanson.
NOW" he said, triumphantly do your
| duty, parson." And so John and Christina
were married
! cay got esoomstang Ay wood ask" said
Larson after the ceremony. "Ay bane
tank masaIf about eet. Christina, sha
bane otter cross the sea, an Ay bane
| yere Now sha bane yere, too. How ees
| das ting?'
.eWeH you see, eYohn,'" laughed Jen-
nings ''the boys here just paid over 10
me what they owed you for services, and,
by Jacks, Yohn.' it was enough 70 bring
] Christina from Sweden and leave enough
to buy some pretty nice furniture that
| will be out here in the morning"
4 Larson's lips trembled and his blue eyes
| filed with tears.
GAY tank you bane pooty good felIers," :"
he said simply.