Meanwhile my friend, to lose no time, had put up in paper all the money in his pockets, where fortunately he had quite a sum that day, and had begged the good wife to send it at once to the mother of the little cricket-boy, with her bill receipted, and a note, in which he told her that she had a son who would one day be her pride and joy.
They gave it to a baker"s boy with long legs, and told him to make haste. The child, with his big loaf, his four crickets, and his little short legs, could not run very fast, so that when he reached home, he found his mother, for the first time in many weeks, with her eyes raised from her work, and a smile of peace and happiness upon her lips.
The boy believed that it was the arrival of his four little black things which had worked this miracle, and I do not think he was mistaken.
Without the crickets, and his good little heart, would this happy change have taken place in his mother"s fortunes?
P. J. STAHL
THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM
It was a summer evening, Old Kaspar"s work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found: He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round.
Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And, with a natural sigh, ""Tis some poor fellow"s skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
"I find them in the garden, For there"s many here about; And often when I go to plough, The ploughshare turns them out!
For many thousand men," said he, "Were slain in that great victory."
"Now tell me what "twas all about,"
Young Peterkin, he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; "Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for."
"It was the English," Kaspar cried, "Who put the French to rout; But what they fought each other for, I could not well make out; But everybody said," quoth he, "That "twas a famous victory.
"My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
"They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory.
"Great praise the Duke of Marlbro" won, And our good prince Eugene."
"Why "twas a very wicked thing!"
Said little Wilhelmine.
"Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
"And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win."
"But what good came of it at last?"
Quoth little Peterkin.
"Why, that I cannot tell," said he, "But "twas a famous victory."
SOUTHEY
THE RIDE FOR LIFE
Away off towards the swamp, which they were avoiding, the long, heart-chilling cry of a mother-wolf quavered on the still night air. In spite of herself, Mrs. Murray shivered, and the boys looked at each other.
"There is only one," said Ra.n.a.ld in a low voice to Don, but they both knew that where the she-wolf is there is a pack not far off. "And we will be through the bush in five minutes."
"Come, Ra.n.a.ld! Come away, you can talk to Don any time. Good-night, Don." And so saying she headed her pony toward the clearing and was off at a gallop, and Ra.n.a.ld, shaking his head at his friend, e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed:
"Man alive! what do you think of that?" and was off after the pony.
Together they entered the bush. The road was well beaten and the horses were keen to go, so that before many minutes were over they were half through the bush. Ra.n.a.ld"s spirits rose and he began to take some interest in his companion"s observations upon the beauty of the lights and shadows falling across their path.
"Look at that very dark shadow from the spruce there, Ra.n.a.ld," she cried, pointing to a deep, black turn in the road. For answer there came from behind them the long, mournful hunting-cry of the wolf. He was on their track. Immediately it was answered by a chorus of howls from the bush on the swamp side, but still far away. There was no need of command; the pony sprang forward with a snort and the colt followed, and after a few minutes" running, pa.s.sed her.
"Whow-oo-oo-oo-ow," rose the long cry of the pursuer, summoning help, and drawing nearer.
"Whw-ee-wow," came the shorter, sharper answer from the swamp, but much nearer than before and more in front. They were trying to head off their prey.
Ra.n.a.ld tugged at his colt till he got him back with the pony.
"It is a good road," he said, quietly; "you can let the pony go. I will follow you." He swung in behind the pony, who was now running for dear life and snorting with terror at every jump.
"G.o.d preserve us!" said Ra.n.a.ld to himself. He had caught sight of a dark form as it darted through the gleam of light in front.
"What did you say, Ra.n.a.ld?" The voice was quiet and clear.
"It is a great pony to run," said Ra.n.a.ld, ashamed of himself.
"Is she not?"
Ra.n.a.ld glanced over his shoulder. Down the road, running with silent, awful swiftness, he saw the long, low body of the leading wolf flashing through the bars of moonlight across the road, and the pack following hard.
"Let her go, Mrs. Murray," cried Ra.n.a.ld. "Whip her and never stop." But there was no need; the pony was wild with fear, and was doing her best running.
Ra.n.a.ld meantime was gradually holding in the colt, and the pony drew away rapidly. But as rapidly the wolves were closing in behind him. They were not more than a hundred yards away, and gaining every second.
Ra.n.a.ld, remembering the suspicious nature of the brutes, loosened his coat and dropped it on the road; with a chorus of yelps they paused, then threw themselves upon it, and in another minute took up the chase.
But now the clearing was in sight. The pony was far ahead, and Ra.n.a.ld shook out his colt with a yell. He was none too soon, for the pursuing pack, now uttering short, shrill yelps, were close at the colt"s heels.
Lizette, fleet as the wind, could not shake them off. Closer and ever closer they came, snapping and snarling. Ra.n.a.ld could see them over his shoulder. A hundred yards more and he would reach his own back lane. The leader of the pack seemed to feel that his chances were slipping swiftly away. With a spurt he gained upon Lizette, reached the saddle-girths, gathered himself into two short jumps, and sprang for the colt"s throat.
Instinctively Ra.n.a.ld stood up in his stirrups, and kicking his foot free, caught the wolf under the jaw. The brute fell with a howl under the colt"s feet, and next moment they were in the lane and safe.
The savage brutes, discouraged by their leader"s fall, slowed down their fierce pursuit, and hearing the deep bay of the Macdonalds" great deer-hound, Bugle, up at the house, they paused, sniffed the air a few minutes, then turned and swiftly and silently slid into the dark shadows. Ra.n.a.ld, knowing that they would hardly dare enter the lane, checked the colt, and wheeling, watched them disappear.
"I"ll have some of your hides some day," he cried, shaking his fist after them. He hated to be made to run.
He had hardly set the colt"s face homeward when he heard something tearing down the lane to meet him. The colt snorted, swerved, and then dropping his ears, stood still. It was Bugle, and after him came Mrs.
Murray on the pony.
"Oh, Ra.n.a.ld!" she panted, "thank G.o.d you are safe. I was afraid you--you--" Her voice broke in sobs. Her hood had fallen back from her white face, and her eyes were shining like two stars. She laid her hand on Ra.n.a.ld"s arm, and her voice grew steady as she said: "Thank G.o.d, my boy, and thank you with all my heart. You risked your life for mine. You are a brave fellow! I can never forget this!"
"Oh, pshaw!" said Ra.n.a.ld, awkwardly. "You are better stuff than I am.