The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1912-09-07
couldn't get 10 rods II I was to die
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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
roadside tree. She remained there
until the gale began to whip the
! branches off. and then let go her
hold and ran for it. There were limbs
falling all about her, and the hail
stones peppered her until she ran al
most blindly. She hadn't gone a
quarter of mile when, as she
crouched and covered her face, she
was struck by a flying limb and knew
! no more.
It 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 uncon.
scious form and picked it up and
staggered back to the fence and fol-
lowed it until he saw a light and
found the gate of a farmhouse. His
lusty calls for help soon brought out
a man. and the senseless burden was
carried into the house and received
by woman.
II don't know who she Is, but
| found her in the road" explained her
rescuer. "There Is blood on her hair,
md think she was struck down."
"We'll do all we can." replied the
man and woman together, "but you
mighty poor folks. We hain't got no
camphor nor whisky, and as for get
ting a 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 q cloth and a
basin Of water and washed away the
blood and whispered to the stranger:
II 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 village?" asked the stranger
Of the farmer as they talked in whis
pers in the outer room.
''No don't reckon so. I reckon
It's that new girl that arrived al
Turner's few days ago. I saw he,
going towards the village two hours
ago."
ARRIVED at Turner'S! Say, man
are you sure? Is 1t a strange CIR
to the >neighborhood?"
''I've heard say it was Uncle Bob's
niece, and that she come from the
city. What als you, stranger? Does
this storm upset you?"
It wasn't the storm. Percy Kincait
had quarrelled with the girl he loved
and had asked to be his wife. It wal
about nothing. almost, as most low
ers' quarrels are, but pride on eithe
side held of reconciliation unit
the lover finally learned that Mis-,
Minnie had gone on journey ant
left no word for him. She was going
to spend Thanksgiving week in the
country. Within two days she had re
Tented; within three he was making
every effort to locate her, that hi
might patch up peace. He had sue
ceeded. He was going to throw him
self on her mercy and ask Uncle Rob
ert for place at his Thanksgiving
table.
The storm grew flercer as tn,
night advanced. The girl woke ant
then slept a dreamless sleep, and thu
lover bad long hours in which t,
ponder and think. When another da,
came even the cattle could not fac
the storm nor man move from BIZ
door. It was Thanksgiving day. A
Uncle Roberts there was a feast t,
be spread; atrRradley's there wa
hardly better than poorhouse fare
But the victim of the accident was n,
, longer in bed, and the rescuer NJ
longer cared about the weather. an,
the farmer-folks looked at each othe
and smiled and whispered:
"Even II we had turkey and Gran
berry sauce I don't believe they'd ca
single mouthful. They've just sol
ter found each other, and are tickle
!, to DEATH"
And when at last they could max
their way to Turner's and Uncle Bo
suffered and Aunt Harriet cried TO
Joy. Miss Minnie asked in way tina
, was almost heartless:
"Why do you take on so? I neve
had such a lovely Thanksgiving i
, all my life!"
Hard-Working Statement.
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