Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1910-07-14

snowballs, they rushed bravely on the
ramparts of No. SO, waiting until they
got within fifty feet before opening
fire. When they did fire the effect OF
their volleys was instantaneous. The
battle line Of No. 80 weakened and
Hanson, the leader. got back of the
throng in the rush.
"At them, boys! At them!" cried
Marchant, running toward his rival
general and firing at him with every
step.
One of Marehant's shots struck with
telling effect, and Hanson went tum
bling over a snowbank. A lusty cheer
arose from the Latin school chargers
and they rushed up almost to the
enemy's fort.
Marchant lunged forward, deter
mined to hit his opponent again the
moment he staggered to his feet. He
drew back his arm, and as Hanson
scrambled out Of the snow he let go
a ball with all his strength. But the
Icy sphere slipped from his fingers on
a tangent and few straight into the
cheering crowd of spectators.
There was a scream. A young WON
an fell to the sidewalk. Marchant ran
forward and instantaneously the bat
tie ended, for some of the boys who
had seen the accident knew that 1t
might be serious.
Everybody crowded around the pros
trate figure and Marchant pushed his
way through the throng to behold the
silent face Of a beautiful young girl.
His SNOWFALL, which must have been
as hard as a baseball, had struck her.
All at once Walter Beale burst
through the crowd.
She's my sister!" he cried, drop
ping to mis- knees we the PROSTATE
figure. Some of you boys run for a
doctor!"
While his classmates started in sew
eral directions for a physician, a mo
tor a came chugging up through the
snow. Marchant acted at once.
Quick! Help me lift her in!" he
commanded to the several dozen
frightened boys around him.
Instantly strong young hands lifted
the unconscious girl into the automo-
bile before the owner knew what 1t
was all about. Walter Beale leaped
In, shouting the number of his home
to the mar at the wheel. Five min
utes later a physician entered the
warm room where Ethel Beale lay,
still unconscious. He set to work at
once, for he realized that the case was
serious. Slowly the girl regained her
senses.
For a night the doctor worked with
his patient, and Marchant al beside
him most of the time, assisting in
every way he could. BY the next day
Ethel Beale was resting more easily,
but the physician gave orders that
there most be no excitement around
her, and that careful nursing vas nee
fessary to her rapid and complete re
covery.
Day after day Marchant visited the
Beale home. He began to look on her
as Ibis" patient. He felt that nothing
he could do would make up for the In
jury he had inflicted by his reckless
ness. But she assured him that his at
tention and kindness had amply re-
paid her for her suffering.
Soon Marchant experienced a
change of attitude. Instead of being
sorry for what he had done he secret
ly rejoiced. Through the accident he
had come to know Ethel Beale. She
herself made life seem different to
him by gently limiting that i'll winds
often do blow up beautiful clouds.
A month later when Marchant pro-
posed Ethel accepted him. The we'd
ding took place In June.
Come, let me show you the most
appropriate present l have received"
whispered the bride to her husband
shortly after the ceremony.
She led him into the reception room
and pointed to the large table in the
center.
why, they're snowballs!" he ex-
claimed. What a beautiful bunch!
Who sent them?"
"Who?" she echoed. why, who
but little brother Walter, Of course!"
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