The L'Anse sentinel., 1907-12-21

to the window farthest from the sick
mother and placed the lamp upon It.
Then she got out her precious, dimin.
ishing store of letter paper that had to
be brought to her from miles away,
Ike the rest of the supplies, and the
clumsy shears, and began to make
paper dolls.
Clip, clip, went the big shears. That
and the rustic of the paper were the
only sounds to be heard. Gradually she
realized that the bowling of the wind
had ceased and the blizzard had gone
down.
Lilies words kept repeating them.
selves sleepily in her tired brain. "A
light load" Surely this Christmas
gift would be light enough for Santa
Claus to take anywhere. Clip, clip,
went the shears, and wonderful crea.
tions fell from Hattie's hands. There
was father with a miniature news.
paper spread out before him. There
was a mother with a baby In her arms
and another In a tiny paper cradle at
her feet. There were brothers and
sisters.
Snip-snip-Her hands went slower
and slower until the last of the paper
family trailed of into aimless cut
ting, Then Hattie's weary head sank
down on the table and Hattie was
asleep. Asleep and dreaming of Mark.
In the daytime she could keep the
thought of him away from her with
fierce determination. In the night II
would come She was dreaming and
she knew 1t. She had dreamed OF
him too often not to know. And In
her dream the door burst open and
Mark stood before her. OF course 81
could not be real. Or, rather, it was
dream of Marks ghost all deathly
white. But even Marks ghost was
welcome. There could not be any
harm in embracing a ghost in a
dream. She threw her arms around his
neck
But this was no dream. It was toe
solid and 1t was too cold. 1t was a
real man who stood before her, be
numbed with cold, and covered with
snow from head to foot.
In a fash she came out of hel
dream. 1t was well for Mark tha,
she was just what she was, and that
she knew what to do. She brought
the great tub of melting snow-water
cut of the frozen footwear and NIT
tens and plunged his feet and hands
In 1t. She rubbed his face with snow
She made hot coffee-blessing the
forethought that had kept the kettle
filed with boiling water for the sicl
woman's use-and forced him to drink
1t. Little by little life and strength
came back to him and incohereni
words.
"Started-with Craver. He wanted
to see-his wife. / wanted-to zee
you. Blizzard came up. Lost oul
way. Dug a hole in the snow and
stayed two night. Went long while
and came to Smiths farm. Craver-
too badly frozen-to go on. Will bt
all right after awhile, but couldn't &c
on then. Wanted to like fury. Smith
had to hold him back Good thing
He couldn't have come on his frozer
feet. I-came on-alone Got los,
again. Been lost all day. Pretty neai
gave out. Thought I'd have-tc
give up. So dark and cold. Saw
your light when wind went down
Came to-you."
The words might be jerky and dis
jointed, but Hattie understood It and
never words sounded sweeter.
Santa Claus did come In the night,
chirruped Lille. II saw him He was
all white. And he brought me this.
She held up the precious paper dol
family.
Aren't they lubbly. / fought he
could get froo with light load
Then another thought came to her.
"Bu. he didn't bring anything tc
you. Hattie. That's too bad"
mo. no, it's as good as it could be- .
Hattie laughed out in pure Joy. HE
brought me the one thing / wanted
most in the world. And / shall be
thankful to him every day / live; for
II / had not kept my lamp burning in
the window while / was working
I mean waiting for him-Mark would
not have found the way"