The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1904-04-01


Minnie answered breathlessly.
''Oh, the fencel The fencel And in
the ficldr'
Helen. What was 1t liker
"Ah, ah!' she painted. a long line
of white looking things = horrible
white
what likeT" Minnie turned from
the window and caught the others
wrist in a strong clasp.
Minnie, Minnie. Like long white
gowns and cowls crossing the fencew
Helen released her wrist from her
companions grasp and put both hands
on Minnie's cheeks, forcing her around
to face the fiickering pane. You must
look! You must lookr' she cried.
"They wouldn't do it, They wouldn't
1T isn'tF' Minnie shuddered. ''They
couldn't come in the storm. They
wouldn't do it in the pouring rain"
Yes! Such things would mind the
rain.' She burst into hysterical laugh
ter, and Minnie seized her round the
waist, almost as unnerved as Helen.
yet trying to soothe her. They would
mind the rain" Helen whispered.
They would fear a storm. Yes, yes!
And let him go; let him gor'
Pressing close together, clasping
| each others waist, the two girls peer
ed out at the landscape.
"Lookw
I'D from the distant fence that Dor
dered the northern side of Jones' field
pale, pelted, tapping thing reared
itself. poised and seemed. just as the
blackness came again, to drop to the
ground.
ibid you seeT
But Minnie had thrown herself into
a deep chair with a laugh of wild re-
lief. MY darling girlr' she cried.
mot line of white things-just one
Mr.. Jones' scarecrowi And we saw II
blown DOWN.
"No, no; no, saw the others. They
were in the field beyond. / saw them
When looked the first time they were
nearly all on the fence. This time We
saw the last man crossing. Alb, ] lei
him go aloner'
Minnie sprang up and infolded her
"No; you dear, imagining child, you're
upset and nervous, that's all the mat
ter in the world. Don't worry; don't
child; it's all right. Mr.. Harkless II
home and safe in bed long ago.
know that old scarecrow on the fenc'
Ike a book, and you're so unstruni
you fancied the rest. He's all right
Don't you bother. dear"
The big, motherly girl took her com
panion In her arms and rocked be
back and forth soothingly and pette'
and reassured her and then cried Lii
tie with her, as a good hearted girl al
ways viii with friend Then she lef
her for the night, with many cheer
ing word and tender caress. Get {
sleep, my dear" she called through th
door when she had closed 1t behind hel
You must II you have to go in tn
morning. 1t just breaks my heart
don't know how well bear II withou
you. Father will miss you almost a
| much as / will. Good night. Don
bother about that old white scarecrow
that's all 1t was. Good night. deal
good night"
Good night, DEAR" answered a plain
tive little voice. Helen's cheek presse
the pillow and tossed from side to sid
By and by she turned the pillow ovel
it had grown wet. The wind ble'
about the caves and blew itself on
Sleep would not come. She got up an
laved her burning eyes; then she 81
by the window. The storms strengt
was spent at last The rain grew ligh
er and lighter until there was but ii
sound Of running water and the dril
drip on the tin roof Of the porch. Onl
the thunder rumbling in the distanc
marked the storms course, the chariot
Of the gods rolling farther and farths
away till they finally ceased to
heard altogether. The clouds parte