— mu ii Fi'om tli^? ('uiint/'iii CiaASJCO; A Froai!aca' Story of HY TltEf^nOUA K. .fENXESS.' ‘‘Evevyl''otty ought to know it's file lioppei’S tl'iat’s to blame, and hot Joliimie and me. We never begged bet'm-e, sir, and please tjod, we )U‘verwiJl a.g'ain,” Tlie Keliid’ 1 Jominissioner look ed kindlv down in Bess idelson’s pleading face, and ainswered,— “Bletis you, sis ! there isn’t the ffhadow oi' an apology due. We’re all alike in Kansas this year,— prairie chickens, as it were, .with O'ltr piiifeathers picked clean out; lighting otir -way througdi the coldest' Weather, too,, that has Itjen known for tliirty years,-” “Always bad luck iii Kansas, I blame the day that ever I squatted o’fl its onery soil,” gruin- b'led a settler, who stood behind Bess and Johnnie, •.‘'Look here, sir,” said Johnnie, forning upon them with disap proval,- “Kansas isn’t busted }'et, not by a long, way round. Blie’.s Ihe best State in the Union, all things considered. I reckon if ■Hie grasshopiiers had lit down in file valley of the Connecticut, they’d liave cleaned things out as fiCa’tly as they did here. The on ly difference, the people there’d have bade crops to’ climb up on. We' haven’t; but w'e’re going to iiavfe, sometime. Then we’ll in vite the ho]>pers down again, and tell ’em to pitch in and -stuff tbem- ifolves,” ‘That’s the right kind of talk, foy boy. Better days for siift'er- fn'g Ka,nsa.k We’H try lier again next year for better luck,’ said a lliinly-clad _ but , ijoble-looking ffbtffier'sman, laying an appro’c- ffi^g band oh--Johnnie’s .slioulder. tfohnnio and Bess Kelson had AiVme up to Fort Dodge from tlioir father’s claim, fifteen mile's awaty fq'aijiplv to the Ilkslief Oommis- ?ioiler ibr supplies to carry to fiiViir destitute home.' Shivering folder their sCinity gannents, '‘‘‘with stomachs' big as’ Mamiiioth Cave,-’*' all adternoon they had tyaitefi for the train which tvas to bVing the n'eeded aid sent b)' the good peo])le Kasttvard.- About tironi sto'od a’ band of anxious, C'ai’e-ivorh’ farmers, all having ' fibmo ifjioii' the same pressing er rand as Bess and Jolnuiie. Late, ill tlio afternoon the train a rri'Cedi The wintry twilight had almost set in ere Johirnio' and Bess had received in full cliO lib eral shill-e' of stqiplie-y allotted ■ffifem. But a more jubilant boy a'Ad gifl jlet'er’st.arted: on a, home ward trip: They had flour, hom- fny and‘ham,' teas coffee, sugar,- fold' otk-e-i’ articles-' of food ;- shoes fof, the’ listfe barefoot brothers, fold’ biilVy' Bell, at home’; ivoolen Clbfhbk;' foul' even medicine for fooflibr's chills and father’s rhou- fo'A'tism:- Johnnie drove his o-vvn red i^lustang, Prancer, harnessed to a hickory jumper,—a ruefe but ser viceable affair,, made' by Mr, Ke-K son. 'Sow,, the*,- We must', travel lively,-’’ said Johnnie, as they glided OVei' the snoiry prairie be- ^S’een Fort Dodge and Smoky Jlill timber. Fifteen miles home, and-- after- sunset. ‘’Tivoiild be no matter only tliat pa and ina are sick, and they are all so liungfy itt home,’ said Bess. ‘It’s brig-lit inoonliglit, and we have a big buff’alo robe to keep us warm. I’m so glad the grasshoppers couldn’t eat this up anyhow.’ Wrapping themselves snugly in the robe, Bess and Joliiinie fell to eating eagerly the supper of crackers and dried beef they had spared themselves,—-small, indeed, because of the hungry loved ones waiting in tlie ])rairie cabin. "Wlieu they had finished, Bess took a nap, while Johnnie wliistled softly and ni.ule future plans, into which grassho’ppers, drouth and chinch-bugs did not enter. The road home led most of the ira.y tliroiigli Smoky Hill timber. The trees were thick on either side, but tlie moon shone bright ly overhead, and stars gliiiiniered ill the c lid, clear sky. In the loneliest part of the tim ber tired Bess an oke. Prancer had settled into a lagging gait. ‘Poor little Mustang! how-weak he is !’ said Bess, pityingly, ‘lie’s been so nearl)' starved all -winter, I’m afraid the tripi will use him iipi entirely.’ ‘Hush, Bess!’ tvaa Johnnie’s only answer. He had tlirowii off his buffalo robe, and was sitting in an erect and listening attitude. Bess pushed back her brown hood from her ears, and listened, too. ‘Johnnie,’ she said, at long-th, ‘I hear soniethino- howling lie- hiiid us. Hover didn’t go with in to Fort Dodge. Do yon suppose, there’s a strange dog following; howl of rage and jiaiii the savage creature released his hold and fell backwanl in the snow. The scent of blood maddened the roinaindor of the pack. They paused in the punsuit to rush upon the wound ed wolf, quarreling ferociously-as to wliich should taste the last dro]) of blood. This gave Johnnie a tempora ry rest, altlioug'h lie knew the -ivolvcs would be after him again w'lien they had finished tearing theirleader in pieces. Prancer,witii true animal instinct, felt his dan- -er, and sjied with almost su[ier- natiira! strength along tlie frozen road. Bess, uttering no sound of the alarm that filled her heart, held tightly to the reins, and did not feel the cold that cut her liaiuls and unprotected ears with cruel sliarpness. Again and again the -wolves re newed the attack, and often did brave Johnnie repeat his firing, killing or wounding one of the pursuers -with, nearly every shot. er and slower,’ sndd-enly came to a dead halt, uttering a long, lend neigh. Bess iurned her head, ex pecting to behold soin’e new dmi- ger nioeting her, but cxp-e,rionced joyful relief instead. -She was within a clearing in- the timlier, not -far distant from a little cabin, in the door of -lyhich ii bright light glimmered, ‘Help!’ called Boss, with all her voice, and then sank down almost as poivcrless as her wound-- ed brother. ’I'lio settler who owned the cabin iieanl the cry; and hastened out with two stout boys. When they reached the spot the' wolves had vanisliod. Johnnie and Bess -were taken to the cabin and kindly cared for, and as soon as possible wore car ried to their borne,- some five miles distant. The next morning the settler and his boj'S went through the timber on a prospect ing tour, and found that six wolves had n-iet their deatli in the fierce combat of tbd night before. .lolninie only listened more in tently. Bess gave Johnnie’s hand nervous clutch, ‘It sounils nearer now, and tliere’s a lot of ’em howiing to gether,’ she said, in a low, fright ened tone. ‘They say tiie wolves are nnnsnaliy fierce tliis w'inter Wolves sound some like dogs, don’t they V Jolini'iie’s answer was’ quick and resolute. ‘You can be a brave girl, Bess. The rfolves are after us. Get down in front and. bold the reins. Wliip Prancer hard, if need be,—finto a dead run,’ As Joiuinie siiid, Bess could be a brave’ girl. Slie quieWy saw fh-e'fearful danger that tlireatened.- Slipping down in front,- slie seiz ed tlie reins and cruel stick, with which to whip the tender little jiony, -\vliom she loved almost as- well as Johnnie. Holding in his liand a loaded revolver, whie-h he had brought along a-s a jn'eea.n- tion, Johnnie turned hi.S'faee to wards the backward road. At the first tonch of tlie -ivhip,- to which ho was so unused, Pran cer leaqied forward into a desper ate run, but the- terrible pu-rsuers gained upiou him rapidly. Soon a violent panting’ cottld be beai’dj and the' leader' of the pack ap peared in rigifi.- Nine wolves were closdly -- folio-wing at his heels.' Almost* i-r# a twinkling’ the for’e- most wolf Was tearing at the buf falo robe, one end of v liich had fallen from the sleigh behind. These were quickh’ torn in pieces, as the leader of the j.iack had been, thus making fortunate in tervals in this horrible chasq. ‘Faster, Bess 1 faster 1 I’ve got to reload my pistol,’ exclaimed Johnnie, during one of these short intervals. ‘Praucer’s giving out. I’d ratli- er die than whip him any more,’ cried Bess, despairinghv Joinmie’s hands had become so stiff with cold that he could scarcely j-emove the cylinder ol’ the pistol to reset the charges. If ho should fail in that, one chance remained. The hams might sein-e for brief delays ; but that would rob the hungry ones at home— almost as hungry as the wolves themselves, he thought with sud den pain. He made a desperate effort, and reset the eliaige ; but when he had re'ilaced tlie cylinder, through some mismovenienf, an accidental I'.all took flight and lodged in Johnnie’s hand. IVith a loud click the pistol dropped in to the sntw beside the wav', while the wounded hand fell par- al.yzed. Dro’ppiiig Praucer’s reins, Bess threw her arms about her brother, with a cry of terror. ‘Don’t hold me! See, thej-’i-e coming on again 1 There’s a hatchet in the bottom of the sleigh that I’d forgotten/ said .lohunie, with,a desperate impatience. lie stooped and seized the hatchet; but the Iiand that tried to raise it fell as powerless as the wounded one, from which the blood was flowing fast. ‘Bessie,’ lie said weakly, ‘I can’t d-o any more.- Thro'w out tlie hams, and then—’ Poor Johnnie fainted ere the sentence could be finished.' Brave little Bess ! Her courage rose to meet the peril of that- mo- nient. The wolves were gfolier-' ing hard upon her. Slie could almost feel the brea-tfo of one up on lier face. Taking the liatchet from Johnnie’s'liand, she dealt a- blow that spilt another victim’s blood in the pathway of the cla-ni- oi'ing pack. Bess now prepared td’ throw the hams if more attacks- were made, but a uevf Circn-mstance rendered this unnocessarv: Pran-' A 'Toiiclsiii;? laacuSeiat, most of them weeping. An at- '.empt to dcs'driiie what 1 wilness- od is alir.d.it 'J'ntilc, Boine said; ‘God bless the ’I'l+fle girl.’ Hear ing some jicrsViiis ,say that she' was an an'gel, the little girl earn-’ estly rejilic'l, ‘Yes my ma nS-jd to say I would be-an angel some time.’ Addressing herself onct’ nioro’ to the eondnetor, she asked hint, do yon love Jesus f I do, and if von lo-fe him he will let yon ridef to heaven on liis railroad; I am going there, and I -ivisli j'on wonkl" go wiili ni’e; I know Jesus will let me into lidaven when I get’ there, and he will let you in too, and everv body "elifi will ride on hisrailroatl—‘‘yes, all tliese people; Wouldn’t you like to see h'eavei., and Jesus, and your little girl '!’ In traveling, we often meet with persons of different national ities and languages. We also meet tvith incidents ot various charac ter, some sorrowful and others joyful and instructive. One of the latter character I -witnessed recently, while traveling uiion the cars. The train was going IVest, and the time was evening. At a station a little girl about eight years old came aboard, car- rpng" a little budget under lier arm. She came in the car and deliberi'.tely took a seat. She then commenced an ea ger scrutiny of faces > but all were strange to iler. She ajipeared wear)', and -placing her budget for a pillow, slie jirepa.red to try to secure a little sleep. Soon the conductor came along collecting tickets and fare. Observiirg him she asked if Johiiiiie- fired- upon him. YvTtli she might lie there. J he gentle manly conductor replied that she might and then kindly asked for her ticket. She informed hin-r that she had none, when the fol lowing conversation ensued ‘Where are you going ?’ She an swered, ‘I am going to heaven.’ He asked again, “Who pays yonv fare f’’ She then said, ‘Mister,-- does- this railroad lead to heaven, and docs Jesus travel on it t’ He answered, “I tliiivk not. Why did you think so '?” -‘ iVhy, sir, before my ma died she used to sing to me of a heavenly railroad; and you looked so nice and talli ed so kind I thought this was the road.' My nia used to sing- of Je sus on the heavenly railroad, and that he paid the fare of everybo dy ; and that the train stojiiied at' every station to take people On board; but my Ilia don’t sing to' me any more.' Nobody ^sings to me now, and I thought I would' take the- cars and- go to ma.- Mis ter,- do you sing to yonr little girl about the railroad that goes to' heaven?’ ‘You have a little girl havent yOii f I'le rejilied weeping,*‘No my lit tle dear, I have no little girl now. I had'one once, but she died some time ago,' and went to heaven.’ Again she asked, '“Did she go ov er tins railroad; and aro you go- ifig' to see her now ?’ 'jiathotically uttered, brought a great gush of tears from all ev'c;-; but most profusely fi'Oiii the ev'- S' of the conductor.' Some who were trp.veling on the’ heav'- enly railroad shouted aloud for. joy. She now asked the conduc tor, ‘Mister may I lie here until . we get to heaven *’ ,Hs answer- . ed, Yes, dear, yes.’ She then su ’ ked, ‘Will yon wake mo np tlion, , so that I might see my ma, v'our . little girl, and Jesus ’? for I-.do S(f much want to see them all,’ ' The . answer came in broken aceents,’ but in words very {enderly sjiqk- on, ‘Yes, dear angel, yes; Goct- bless you.’ Amen,’ was sobbed by more than a score of voices. - . Turning her eyes again u))of? t!. e bbnductor,-she interrogated him- again, ‘What pfMl I tell yonr little' girl when I see her ? Shall I say to her that I saw her pa on Je-’ sus’ railroad i Shall I ?’ fl’liis' brought a fresli flood of tears front all present, and the, conductor, kneeled by lier side, and enlbrae- ing her, w'epf the' rejjly he-’ could not utter. At thisjunetnfe the' brakeman called'out, ‘II—s,’ The' conductor arose and requestCif' him to attend to his (the condne-' tor’s), dut)' at tlio station for he' was engaged.' That wa.s a. pro-' cions place, I thank God that I was a witness'to the sce ne ; but I was soiT)' thiit at this point I was' obliged to leave the train.' lYe learn from-tire incident tliat out (if the mptilhs of even babe-s' God lias ordained strength, and that we' o-fight to be willing to' rejirese-nt the cause of onr blessed J esus even in a railroad- coach.—' Chri'ntian 'Expositor.' ccr, whose puce had I slo-w- By this time evtry per&m ;n the-coach yas upon las feel, and Howard Crosby tnily'..5ays’j’ I; do not care what thc'.s'dbject is, I believe that the child’ Jan always' 1)0 made to love' fae subject in which he is ins’trncted,' and that' the fault always lie.?;in the teacher if the child is iios plelighfed willi‘ his instruction.' This may be’ hard doctrine for .some to,endorse,’ but it is the trne doctrine, iiCv-' ertheless: If our children aro not ’ pleased with our instruction in the Sunday school,' it is- becanse’ we" are- not proper instructors'; y/e liave not seized hold of tlii.s' principle, and from it derived oUr ])i'actice. There must be some-' thnig- wrong in onr methods if we cannot reipre-ont to (lie young- heart,' in a de.lig'htl’iil imiuner/ this ‘naudest ol'ad i.ruths.’

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