Bisbee daily review., 1914-01-16

But this time l could not push the storm door open. Something resisted something outside thrusting at the panels. something alive. I fell bach against the bar. imagining bears. bur glars. bogies. anything, while I listen ed, afraid to breathe.
 It was then l heard voice. girl ish voice outside in the Arctic cold chanting a singsong recitation as though at school: Bruce. Bruce: Huron, Desoronto. . Chatham. Cayuga; Guelph-not Guelph --oh. what comes after CayugaT Then feeble hands battered against the door. "Teacherl Teacherl"
 But when opened the door. the gih stepped back afraid.
 You're not the teacher" she said {: "oh, tell me before she comes. Sixty six counties and the towns have all got mixed"
 Come in and let me tell you
 T darent. daren'tl You're not the teacher. This is not the school You'll take me back"
 She turned. trying to run away, but her legs seemed wooden. and she slic about ss though she were wearing clogs. ff
 q won't" she screamed. 'I won't SC back" Then she fell
 Dear child, you shant go back"
 But still she shrank'from me. "Oh y.n.,.. ..o ar.nafn oha tlaoaaf
 "Mayn't give you some tea?"
 You won't take me back to Spite House?"
 Not to that dreadful place"
 Do you keep girls. tooy'
 There's only nurse. and a pooi dying man"
 And you'll hear me the counties of Ontario?" 0
 "Why, yes. dear"
 '1'll come then" but as she tried % get up. tits cramp." she moaned.
 Dear child. you're freezing"
 I'm not cold, it's cramp."
 She must have fallen through the snow which covered our water-hole for she was literally incased in ice up to the breasts.
 Finding had not strength to carry her, shouted for the nurse, whC reused Billy, and then the Chinaman Together we carried her indoors, gave her brandy, and laid her, dressed ai she was. in Captain Taylor's bath Then while Billy rode hard for a doc tor, nurse and l filled the bath wiu freezing water. which for eight houri we kept renewed with ice. Drawr gently from her body, the frost form ed film of ice upon the surface. bu she assured me that she felt quito warm, without the slightest pain. IT. sustain her l gave liquid food at in tervals, and quite clear now in he mind, even cheerfully she trusted m with her story.
 She told me of a village among vine yards, overlooking Lake Ontario. jus where a creek comes tumbling dowl from the Niagara heights. Her ia ther, a retired minister, wasted hi | narrow means in trying to raise thu proper grapes for sacramental wine Mother was dead. and nine small chil dren had to be fed and clothed. to ap pear with decency at church ant school, so that they would not b. ashamed among the neighbors.
 Then Uncle John found an adver tisement in the paper. governes was wanted for four children some where in British Columbia. Th' wages were so generous that ther' would be enough to spare for belpini father. It meant so much of prope food, and good warm clothing for thu younger children. So references wer' exchanged with MT. Brooke, wh' wrote most charming letters, and Un cle John lent money for the journey My little schoolma' am pursed her lip severely over that loan. which mus be repaid by instalments. Mir. Brooke met Jenny at Ashcroft and took her by sleigh nearly hundre' miles, getting more and more familia and horrid until. in a state of will fear of him. she ran for safety into drunken riot at Spite House. Tn waitresses were rude and cruel. Poll lay drunk on the floor. There wer | no children