Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1916-12-01

place, anu Tie 1OWerS HlluOSL always
had mail of some kind, even if it
wasn't more than poultry magazine
or seed catalogue. After one OF
two such mistakes Deacon took charge
of things himself. From house to
house he went, stopping wherever he
had been in the habit of calling, watt
ing until the new carrier found who
lived there and had looked through let
tiers and parcels to see if he had any.
thing for them.
All the forenoon and all the after
noon this went on, but when the red
sun went down in the frosty west there
still remained half a hundred letters
and more than peck of packages to
be delivered. The new man was hun.
cry and tired, but he was no gutter.
So he begged some hay and oats for
Deacon, borrowed a lantern, and to.
gether they started to finish the route,
As for Deacon, his old knees were
sitter than ever, his shoulder muscles
ached, his TANKS heaved like pair OF
blacksmith's bellows, but he plunged
on, never skipping single house.
never .hesitating at roundabout half.
mile, doing his whole duty quite as
thoroughly as if there had been some
one behind to urge him on instead OF
cold-numbed clerk, who had nc
longer even touched the reins. At last
only one letter was left, a thick, bulky
one. in a blue waterproof envelope
bearing a foreign postmark. "Josiat
BREASTED, Esq.," was the address.
BREASTED, eh?' muttered the clerk
'W4Ader if the old horse knows where
he aves?"
Evidently Deacon did, for he wa.
blowing through big drift, heading
straight out on the Boston road into
the darkness. Far ahead, on the TOP
Of p long hill, the clerk could see the
lights of a big house. There were nc
other lights between. Miles behind he
could make out the glow of the city:
The clerk wished he could be back
there, where one could be warm again
and get something hot to eat. With
numb fingers he pulled out his watch.
Half-past nine! Why, it would take
them good two hours to drive back
now! Braisted be hanged! He could
get his letter after Christmas. y
So he grabbed the reins and indi.
Gated to Deacon a desire to turn
around. But Deacon would not turn.
Pull on the rein as he might, Deacon
would only swing his head about,
keeping his legs moving straight
ahead. By much shouting and saving
on the reins Deacon was stopped.
Then the new driver waded out to his
head, took him by the bits and tried to
point the horse the other way. Dea-
con refused to bulge. Those lights on
the top of the long hill marked the end
Of the route, and Deacon knew it. And
to those lights they went. "Josiah
Braistedr' asked the driver CURLY of
the young woman who answered his
ring. = >.3
"Oh, It's come, it's comet" she
shouted to someoneswithin, ds she held
out her hand eagerly for the letter.
Never before had he seen so much
excitement caused by the delivery of
letter. In moment there were three
or four persons in the front hall, all
talking at once. 81
do you think 1t will save him, doc
tori" asked the andous-faced old
lady who had followed the girl to the
door.
1T will If anything will, I guess ~
answered a stout, bearded man. And
he mounted the stairs to see the pa
tient in the upper room.
Then they insisted that the half
frozen clerk come inside and have
omething to eat. Deacon? Oh, they
would take care Of Deacon. They did
all this and more. It seemed that this
letter had been long expected, and was
sadly needed, for it came from a prod
igal son to a very sick father. It had
its effect, too. !, ~ -: ,s~%
OF course the clerk told them of
Deacon's heroic stubbornness, of how
the old horse had insisted on going
to the very end of the route swhed
he had tried to turn, him back. Josiah
Brafsted, ESQ.,, heard the story during
his convalescence.
II must tell my son about that when
he comes home." he would repeat as
they told him Of the part Deacon
played in the story. ''We ought to do
something for that old horse" he said.
They did, too. The office clerk, who
viii first show you handsome gold
:watch. tells the story best always end
Ing with, "Ands old Deacon, why, he
lives out there on the Braisted place
like q thoroughbred. He's in clover,
he is."
SWELL" Dan Sweeney will add, ITS
no more'n he deserves. Old Deacon.
was = mighty good horse in his .day.
and mighty KNOWN. " St Louis Globe.
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