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S.. STORY FOR BOYS .
(By Virginia Bransford). 1
Way out in Oklahoma the sun beat a
down on the bare head of Sarah Rol- 1
lins, as she drove her little biddiesh
to a cool shelter.
Sarah loved all little things; her
heart yearned with a longing for a
little child, and Dan Rollns, her hus
band, never spoke of little children in
her presence, for he did not like to
see the far away look in her wistful
eyes when he did; no little one had
O .ne to bless this humble home, and
%irah's heart was sad because of it.
Bye and bye the clouds began to t
gather, and rain drops fell, but in
stead of getting cooler, it became close I1
and hot, mutterings of thunder filled I
the air, green clouds formed in the i
northwest, and lightning in vivid I
flashes played back and forth along
Dan, knowing how Sarah dreaded
these sudden storms, took his horses 1
to shelter, and went home. He I
stopped to exmaine the door of the
storm pit as he passed it, and tried a
to put on a cheery look as came in I
Dan was a patient, plodding man,
devoted to his wife, and did all he
could to make up to her for the sepa
ration from her people in the far east 1
from which she had come several 1
Great gusts of wind, constantly
getting stronger, and nearer togeth- 1
er, came with force against the farm1
house; the sky got darker and darker.
"Come on Dan lets go to the storm
pit," urged Sarah.
Dan always thoeght it loked cow
ardly to run to a storm pit, but to
please his wife, 'he put his arm
around her, to keep her from being
blown away. He led her to the
mouth of the pit, raising the great
door, he put her gently on the top
step which led down, then just as the
storm broke in its fury, he closed the
top door and descended.
The cool air came rushing in from
the tubes that led to the out side;
the pit was beautifully ceiled with
strong plank. Dan had done that job
A comfortable cot had been placed I
for Sarah, and a quilt and pillow, a i
rush bottom chair for Dan.
A shelf held the strong box that
contalped matches and candles. On
the wall was a rack, where the axe
and saw were kept.
Sarah kept a whole side for her 1
preserves and jellies, and such things
as had to be kept in a cool place.
Sinking on her knees beside the cot, 1
Sarah knelt in silent prayer for the
safety of those who had no such 1
shelter, just as Dan knew she would;
he sat with his face buried in his
hands and waited-waited, for the
storm to cease. a..
Dan climbed the steps, and with
fear in his heart, undid the clasp that
held the door. It yielded to his
strength, nothing had blown across
it, so he had no use for the axe and
saw on the rack.
Looking towards the barn he saw
to his dismay that only the bare lot
was there. Next his eyes sought the
old farm house, part of which was
standing. Being sick at heart he
was about to descend and break as
well as he could to Sarah their loss,
when an object caught his attention;
there lying in full view of the pit
was the tiny form of a baby, lying on
its side, its little body nearly nude,
and the rain beating down upon it.
WPth one rush Dan reached. it,
snatching it up in his arms he rushed
to the pit, calling to Sarah, and she
with outstretched arms received the
little form; they found its heart beat
ing faintly. Some brandy was gotten
from the shelf, and tiny drops were
diluted and forced down its throat,
its limbs were briskly rubbed, and
the quilt was lovingly folded around
it. . Little by little the life blood be
gan to dow, and two violet eyes op
ened into the yearning eyes of Sarah
Dan, leaving behind all thought of
his demolished property, went in
search of the doctor. Calls for the
good old physician were coming in
from all sides, for there was loss of
life and much injury to many in the
wake of the storm, but he could not
turn Dan's plea aside.
The baby lived, and Sarah's heart
was so full of love for the little wind
blown stranger that Dan had all the
job of having things renovated, while
Sarah and the boy lived in the pit.
This was a straggling neighbor
hood, farms far apart, and little com
munication, news caime slowly to the
people, no daily paper found its way
Dan instituted search for the par
eats of the baby which had comne to
them in so strange a way, while Sa
rah hoped jgainst hope that she
woeld not svw to give it Up. No
clew was found; people were excited,
and had hacrd noth1g of the lost
Mies away a handsome bome was
wa,6ed athe teirible tornado; i e
beautiful mother with violet eyes and di
a 'smile that was peculiarly sweet, 9'
lay crushed beneath the timber, the
husband, young and a born aristocrat, in
spending the time in this far away tc
place for his health's sake, turned in ei
despair to find the remains of his in- hi
fant son the wiad had swept away. tc
Searching parties were sant:!ar and tr
wide, and the wobds scoured for miles
around, but no trace of the child could b,
be found., t
Dan Rolins in'the woods getting ci
out timber to repair his home, missed
the searching parties, and Sarah co
down in the pit with loving care was c,
bringing the rosses back to the baby's a
face and her greatest reward was a
that smile that was so sweet and that si
Dan had to have produced for him h
every time he came to see how they
were getting along; Sarah noticed S
with a great deal of amusement that
Dan had become very solicitous of
her comfort, he came so often. a
Richard Harrington, heart broken h
over the tragedy that had befallen his
home, disposed of his interests in the
community, and left for the East,
where more to ease his mind than
any thing else, he connected himself r
with a big banking concern, hoping h
by hard work and close application to
lbusiness to forget his trouble.
"Let's name the baby Dan after b
you," said Sarah one morning. Dan
blushed, and some thing.about his old
ifashioned name, and Sarah laughed, f
"Why, Dan he has been only The Boy,
so far, and now that he is really ours, e
let's christened." Some how Dan was
not so sure he was their property f
yet and he felt like it was a little too h
After Dan left Sarah got down an
old book she had.for many years, and e
looked over it t. find a fancy name
that might suit Dan and be a credit r
to such a lovely boy; looking care- ii
fully through its pages she found a v
list of names with their meanings or v
isignificance; suddenly the name,
"John, sent of God," was noticed. i,
SWhat could be more appropriate? t
Whin Dan came home the book was h
produced, and Dan had to acknowledge
lthe name was surely appropriate al- t
though he much preferred to just say
The Boy. t
The years passed rapidly, little John t
grew like the weeds that Dan so per- a
sistently fought. s
The neighborhood school was John's
paradise, here he met boys of his own s
age, here he could satisfy that thirst r
for knowledge that was a passion with t
him, here he read and studied of the 0
great outside world, so different from s
his humble home and as he grew to i
young manhood nothing but his de- e
votion to his supposed mother held'
Sarah noticed with dismay the j
stoop in Dan's shoulders, the weary, 1
t tired look in his eyes, she and John I
, often sat in the twilight, planning for I
9 the future.
j The good old doctor wanted to send I
Dan away, but he refused to go as
the harvest was gathered and winter I
t came on he stayel more and more
with Sarah and the boy, till one
s memorable, sad day for the lovely
ewoman and the boy Dan quietly
The winter following t)a\ Rollins'
;death Sarah ahd John spetit quietly
t together, John doing what he coul:l
n after scho>l to helo out with, th.ir
s'ender income, by doine odd jobs ol"
the neighbors, but when spring came,
and the birds began tb sing, the
d flowers to spring up, ani all nature
e cdi'ing to an outside lifs, John Rollins
e fough a great battle with himself and
the call to the outside world won.
"Mother, mine," said John one
spring morning, "you have spent too
t, many years in this lonely place, you
d are still young and life lies before
d you. I have decided with your con
,..sent to go to our relatives in the
east, find work and come back for
h you; you can get a couple to farm
here; you can stay with them till I
f come; I am almost a man now and
n feel father would like for me to make
a success in life. I am a good mathe
n matician, and can find work I am
,fsure in an office."
re Very reluctantly Sarah gave her
,t consent, and parted with the boy al
most heart broken. John in turn
~t spent the whole day in loving her in
I..his boyish way, and when the good
~couple came to keep her company, and
le the one horse wagon came for his lit
tIe trunk, which contained his sole
r- wardrobe, poor Sarah's grief was un
. - bounded.
re No knowledge of John's ntage
y had reached these far away kinfolks
of Sarah's for she had jealously
. guarded the secret and they were glad
io to meet the dear son of the relative,
,. they remembed'with so hb pleas
ro Richard Hakrlgon sat a his desk
d, in the offiee of the great bank of which
t he was president, with an annoyed
look on his handsome face, above
i which his prematurely white hair lay
ze in well groomed style.
A business transaction of much n,
importance needed his immediate at- d
tention; ringing for his office boy he w
directed him to send a trusty messen- a;
ger boy to him at once.
Gallagher knew the president was"
impatient and nervous so he decided ti
to call the new boy, he had only been b
employed a few days before, but he fi
had noticed the boy's alert attention a,
to business and knew he could be h
John'Rollins had heard the other h
boys talking in guarded whispers of "
the Boss, and was really glad he was
called to carry his message. a
With a bright look of interest he s]
came into the office, taking off his %
cap, his brown curls, of which he had ti
always been a little ashamed, fell
around his face and with the sweet h
smile that always won him a friend, b
he approached the desk. ti
"I am ready for your message,
Sir," he said. b
Richard Harrington, very much to b
John's surprise and dismay did not
answer him but sat and stated at e
him like one in a trance, finally the
words came with difficulty. "Boy,
who are you?" he asked.
"I am the new messenger boy em
ployed a few days ago," he said, "but
really I can take your message for Id
have been all over the city many timess
since I came and feel I know it well."
"Since you came; where from, my
"From way out in Oklahoma, Sir." t
Richard Harrington sprang to his t
feet in amazement.
"Your name boy, tell me," he cried t
"My name is John Rollins, Sir; my f
father died a year ago and I came
here to find work. I hope I have not a
offended you, Sir," he added timidly.
"Your mother, who was she?" ask
I ed Mr. Harrington through stiff lips.
"My mother Mr. Harrington is Sa
trah Rollins, just a plain, hard work
"ing woman, but my mother and I are
I working to make a home for her here
Mr. Harrington, with his face bur
"ied in his hands sat so quietly that
the ticking of his watch could be
I heard distinctly.
"Your message, Sir," timidly ven
"0, yes, my boy, I had forgotten;
this is a very important matter and
I the answer should reach me right
"away; report to me personally as
soon as you get back."
I Those eyes, that wonderful, peculiar
ksmile, how did this strange boy with 1
L mother come to look so much like his
the plain name and hard working
dead wife? From Oklahoma too, all
iso strange. This must be investi
gated, then a harsh laugh startled
- even Richard Harrington himself,
I "Oh, well, just another illusion, to
carry me on like a Will-OLThe-Wisp,
e to end in another disappointment;
, haven't I erected a monument to my
lost boy, and haven't I buried the re
r membrance of his rougish face so
deeply in my heart that I can not let
d him rest?"
A knock at the door soon after, and
r the bright face of John was seen
S"Your answer, Mr. Harrington."
y "Sit down, John, did you say?"
y "Yes Sir, my mother said it means
sent of God,"
;' "What fiart of Oklahoma are you
:1 John described the country, the
r school and his home, while the banker
sat and listened with intense inter
"Did your mother ever tell you of
e a great storm that swept that part
*s of the country in the days when, per
d haps, you were a baby?"
John laughed heartily, "Excuse me
e Sir, but my mother counts the begin
0 ning of time from that storm; it
u seems Mr. larrington. it seems she
e began to take a new vision of life as
i- she always remarks. 'The storm was
e terrible for some, but it did me only
ir good'. I often asked her why she
n said that and she would remark,
I 'Some day you will know,' but she
d never laughed when she said that."
:e "When are you going home again
n "That rests with you, Mr. Harring
ton. I would like to see my mother I
'r assure you."
I- "I have business in that section, and
n have decided I need a boy to go with
n me, so get ready to leave with me in
d the next day or two. That is all.
Id thank you."
t- A puzzled housekeeper watched the
le lonely man as he walked the floor of
a his large drawing room, up, and
down, a nervous look on his hand
Ce some face.
ci "The boy has certainly gotten me
ly all stirred up," he remarked to him
e, "Bring the luggage this way my
s- bov, and sit here by me. I'want *o
talk to you."
Ik As the train pulled out hrom the
?h station Richard Harrington indulged
Id in a fancy he had never dared have
y He had amassed a great deal of1
wealth, and had no heirs but some
nephews, and he sat, and smoked and lea
dreamed he was with his own son,' be
who would be now about this boy's' hel
age, and while his boy had been !
"Richard, Jr.' 'and this one just al I
"John," still he would try to forget the
the difference; his boy would have any
been stylishly dressed, and for the
first time he took a look at the boy's Jol
apparel; he was pleased to note his -
hair was stylishly cut and his handsV
were clean and nails showed care;
his clothes, while of a cheap quality,
were well fitting and put on with care.
All this pleased the fastidious man,
and a wave of pity, akin to love
sprang up in his heart for the boy
who was so happy and had so little
to make him so.
More and more John wondered as
he neared his home station why the
banker did not stop, and for the first
time in his life he felt just a twinge
of shame over his home surroundings.
Once several days before he had
been snt to the home of the man with
whom he was travelling, and request
ed to stay there till Mr. Harrington
came home-now he was,sure the vis
it was to be returned.
In his heart he was proud of his
new friend, and glad for him to meet
his mother, but no rich carpets cov
ered his floors, and no cut glass and
dainty ware was on his table so John
sat silent and thoughtful as the fam
iliar farm wagon drove in sight.
"Go home my boy and tell your
I mean, tell Mrs. Rollins I would like
to pay her a visit this evening; I want
to make her a business proposition."
Sarah was very much excited over
the proposed visit from the banker,
and the front room was put in per
fect order, while she dressed for the
occasion in her very best black dress,
and John was very proud to introduce
her to the banker.
"Mrs. Rollins, my mission is such
a strange one I hardly know how to
proceed and when I am through you
may shnow me the door." Mrs. Rol-.
lins laughed heartily and John knew
at once his mother liked his boss.
"Mrs. Rollins sit down, and you
John just leave us for a while."
John wondering what possible busi
ness the rich banker could have with
his mother, left the room and took ad
vantage of the occasion to visit the
animals he had always loved and
cared for before he went away.
"Mrs. Rollins, several years ago, it
seems ages, I came here to this vi
cinity with my young wife, as my
health was bad, and while here a lit- -
tie baby boy with eyes like his beau
tiful mother came to bless our home.
It is needless to tell you we were very
proud of him; one day a terrible tor
nado swept our section of the coun
try, and in its fury tore from my
wife's arms out infant son taking him
God only knows where. What is it,
madam, are you ill? Have I dis
tressed you with my sad story or is it
possible you have hopes for me?"
Sarah sat rocking back and forth,
wringing her hands and moaning, "I
knew it would come some day; I have
felt he was all mine, my boy, my
"Tell me Mrs. Rollins, for God's
sake where your son got that rare
smile so like my wife's, and those
blue eyes as much like hers as can
"Mr. Harrington I am a plain, but
honest woman hoping some day to
meet John's real mother and give an
account of how I have tried to rear
him; no, he is not my own son, and I
am fully convinced that he is your lost
son. Oh, how can I ever give up my
,boy? I felt some day I would have
to give him up, but it is hard, hard."
"Tell me all you will about him and
if he is really my son you shall have
"I want no reward, Sir; John's love
is my only reward, and he does love
"I am sure he does and meant no
offense but tell me before he comes in
all you will."
"Call the boy and let me tell you
both at the skme time all his story
and then may my Father in heaven
help me to bear the separation."
John came in whistling and happy,
and Mrs. Rollins with white face
and trembling hands drew him to her
"Sit here by me John, I have a story
to tell you; let me tell it just like I
used to tell you stories when you
were a little boy." I
"Mother what does this mean, Mr.
Ilarrington is here and would not en
joy a story telling hour, and while I
am always an eager listener, may be
I you had better post pone it."
Sarah, seemingly forgetful of Mr. 1
Harrington, began her story, and
. John listentd in amazement as the
woman told of her longing for a child
and the strange answer to her prayer, ~
in the ilnding of a baby boy; in gra- 1
phic style, even describing the home 4
that had been wrecked, and when the
S part came where the father was actu
I ally there to. claim his son, they all
a sat and looked at each other in si
r "Come my son," r 4* the banker.
s "Get ready, your nither and I will
leave early for home. She shall never
be separated from you, and I need
her badly to keep house for us."
The old farm was sold, and never
a happier trio landed in their home,
than Richard Harrington and his son
and house keeper.
Then school began in earnest for
John Rollins Harrington. The years
passed and the grateful foster moth
er found a warm friend in John's
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