The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1912-11-22

Ing out 70 the highway and sAksnS {
long look,
An hour later, with both uncle and
aunt ftdgeting about their girl visitor
the black clouds that had beer
banking UP for hours began to advances
before breeze that soon strengthen
ed into gale. In FIVE minutes the
gray afternoon had become twilight
In fifteen there was cold rain and live
! ly. hail, and Uncle Robert was blown
into the kitchen to exclaim:
Il told her it was going to be Q
buster. and that she mustn't blame
me. started down the road to meet
her. but Lordy what stormH
couldn't get ten rods If was to die
for it,"
Miss Minnie had reached town and
mailed her letter and started back
again when the storm broke. Before
it came, she thought she could make
out human figure on the road ahead
OF her. but wasn't sure. The very first
gust picked her up and turned her
around and deposited her under a
roadside tree. She remained :.sere un-
til the gale began to whip the
branches OFF, and then let go her hold
and ran for it. There we're limbs fall
Ing all about her. and the hail-stones
! peppered her until she ran almost
blindly. She hadn't gone a, quarter OF
mile when, as she crouched and COW
cred her face, she was struck by a
flying limb and knew no more.
1t was the dim sight of the girl and
the scream she uttered when hit. that
sent the man who was clinging to the
roadside fence back into the highway
He bent over the unconscious form
and picked 1t up and staggered back
to the fence and followed it until he
saw light and found the gate of a
farmhouse. His lusty calls for help
soon brought out man. and the
senseless burden was carried into the
house and received by woman.
Il don't know who she is. but
found her in the road" explained her
rescuer. There is blood on her hair.
and think she was struck down"
We'll do all we can replied the
mans and the woman together. 'but
you mustn't look for much. We are
mighty poor folks. We hain't got no
camphor nor whisky, ana as for get
ting doctor out from town-it can't
be done tonight"
The girl was carried into the only
bedroom and laid on the only bed.
and when her wet clothing had been
removed and she was between the
sheets, the woman got cloth and
basin Of water and washed away the
blood and whispered to the stranger:
Il don't think she's bad hurt She's
just tainted away with the scare of It,
When she opens her eyes I'll tell her
to go to sleep. and she'll be all right
In the morning"
DO you think it's some young lady
from the vilIage?" asked the stranger
of the farmer as they talked In whis
pers in the outer room. 4..-...t....
mo, l don't reckon so. reckon IT'S
that new girl that arrived at Turner's
few days ago / saw her going to
wards the village two hours ago"
Arrived at Turner's! Say. man are
you sure? Is it strange girl to- the
neighborhood?
I've heard say 1t was Uncle Bob's
niece. and that she come from the
city. What ails you. stranger? Does
this storm upset you?"
1t wasn't the storm Percy Kfncaid
had quarreled with the girl he loved
and had asked to be his wife. IT wa.
about nothing. almost, as most lovers
ouarrels are but pride on either side
held off reconciliation until tbs
lover finally learned that Miss Minnie
had gone on journey and left nc
word for him. She was going to spend
Thanksgiving week in the country.
Within two days she had relented:
within three he was making every ef-
fort to locate her, that he might patch
up peace. He had succeeded. He
was going to, throw himself on her
mercy and ask Uncle Robert for
place at his Thanksgiving table.
The storm grew fiercer as the night
advanced The girl woke and then
slept a dreamless sleep. and the lover
had long hours in which to ponder
and think When another day came
even the cattle could not face the
storm nor man move from his door
It was Thanksgiving day. At Uncia
Roberts there was feast to be
spread: at Bradley's there was hardly
better than poorhouse fare. But the
victim OF the accident was no longer
in bed. and the rescuer no longer
cared about the weather, and the
farmer folks looked at each other and
smiled and whispered:
Even IL We had turkey and Gran.
berry sauce I don't believe they'd eat
a single mouthful They've Just sorter
found each other, and are tickled &c
death
And when at last they could make
their way to Turner's, and Uncle Bob
suffered and Aunt Harriet cried for
joy, Miss Minnie asked in way that
was almost heartless:
Why do you take on so, never
had such lovely Thanksgiving in all
my life!"
Copyright 1912. by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.)