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BOOKS BY ELSIE SINGMASTER


    When Sarah Saved the Day
    When Sarah Went to School
    Gettysburg
    Katy Gaumer
    Emmeline
    The Long Journey
    The Life of Martin Luther
    John Baring's House
    Basil Everman
    Ellen Levis
    Bennett Malin
    The Hidden Road
    A Boy at Gettysburg
    Bred in the Bone
    Keller's Anna Ruth
    'Sewing Susie'
    What Everybody Wanted
    Virginia's Bandit
    You Make Your Own Luck
    A Little Money Ahead




                           WHEN SARAH SAVED
                                THE DAY


[Illustration: SARAH DID NOT SPEAK, SHE ONLY HID HER EYES (page 126)]




                           WHEN SARAH SAVED
                                THE DAY

                          BY ELSIE SINGMASTER

                          WITH ILLUSTRATIONS

                            [Illustration]

                          BOSTON AND NEW YORK
                       HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
                     The Riverside Press Cambridge


                 COPYRIGHT, 1909, BY ELSIE SINGMASTER

         ALL RIGHTS RESERVED INCLUDING THE RIGHT TO REPRODUCE
                THIS BOOK OR PARTS THEREOF IN ANY FORM

                       _Published October 1909_


                         PRINTED IN THE U.S.A.




TO CAROLINE HOOPES SINGMASTER




CONTENTS


     I. Uncle Daniel's Offer             1

    II. The Rebels take to Arms         24

   III. Uncle Daniel steals a March     44

    IV. There is Company to Supper      62

     V. The Blow falls                  79

    VI. The Orphans' Court              97

   VII. "And now We will go Home"      116




ILLUSTRATIONS


   SARAH DID NOT SPEAK, SHE ONLY HID HER EYES (Page 126)  _Frontispiece_

   GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME WITH MY CHILDREN                     20

   THE STATION AGENT LOOKED AT THEM CURIOUSLY                94

   UNCLE DANIEL SMILED AND DREW OUT TWO SHINING DOLLARS     112




                       WHEN SARAH SAVED THE DAY

                               CHAPTER I

                         UNCLE DANIEL'S OFFER


Sarah Wenner, who was fifteen years old, but who did not look more than
twelve, hesitated in the doorway between the kitchen and the best room,
a great tray of tumblers and cups in her hands.

"Those knives and forks we keep always in here, Aunt Mena. We do not
use them for every day."

Her aunt, Mena Illick, lifted the knives from the drawer where she had
laid them. One could see from her snapping black eyes that she did not
enjoy being directed by Sarah. But order was order, and no one ever
justly accused a Pennsylvania German housewife of not putting things
where they belonged. She laid the knives on the table for Sarah to put
away.

The kitchen seemed strangely lonely and empty that evening, in spite of
the number of persons who were there.

Besides little Sarah, who was the head of the Wenner household, now
that the father was dead and the oldest son had gone away, and her Aunt
Mena, who had driven thither for the funeral that afternoon, there was
an uncle, Daniel Swartz, and his wife Eliza, who was just then wringing
out the tea-towels from a pan of scalding suds, and the Swartzes' hired
man, Jacob Kalb, short and stout, with a smooth-shaven face and tiny
black eyes.

Daniel Swartz sat beside the wide table, the hired man by his side.
On chairs against the wall, sitting now upright, now leaning against
each other when sleep overpowered them, were the Wenner twins, Louisa
Ellen and Ellen Louisa, whose combination of excessive slenderness and
appearance of good health could be due only to constant activity. In
their waking moments they looked not unlike eager little grasshoppers,
ready for a spring.

The last member of the party lay peacefully sleeping on the deep settle
before the fireplace. His wide blue eyes were closed, his chubby arms
thrown above his head. Worn with the excitement of the day, too young
to realize that the cheerful, merry father whom they had carried away
that afternoon would never return, he slept on, the only one entirely
at ease.

Daniel Swartz rose every few minutes to cover him more thoroughly. Aunt
'Liza and Aunt Mena watched Uncle Daniel, the eyes of the twins rested
with scornful disfavor upon Jacob Kalb, and Sarah watched them all. Her
tired eyes widened with apprehension when she saw her uncle bend over
Albert as if he were his own, and she bit her lips when she saw Aunt
'Liza and Aunt Mena whispering together. Returning with the empty tray,
she moved swiftly across the kitchen to where the twins were sitting.

At that moment they were awake and engaged in their favorite pastime of
teasing Jacob Kalb.

Jacob had an intense desire to be considered English, and in an
unfortunate moment had translated his name, not realizing how much
worse its English equivalent, "Calf," would sound to English ears than
the uncomprehended German "Kalb." It was the twins' older brother,
William, who had now been away from home so long that they had almost
forgotten him, who had heard Jacob telling his new name to some
strangers.

"Ach, no, I cannot speak German very good. I am not German. My name is
Jacob Calf."

He saw in their faces that he had made a mistake, but it was too late
to retract. Besides, William Wenner, whom he hated, and who had been to
the Normal School, had heard, and as long as Jacob lived the name would
cling to him. Ellen Louisa and Louisa Ellen, accustomed to shout it at
him from a safe vantage-ground on their own side of the fence, called
it softly now when the older people were talking, "Jacob Calf! Jacob
Calf!"

Then, suddenly, each twin found her arm clutched as though in a vise.

"Ellen Louisa and Louisa Ellen, be still. Not a word! Not a word!"

"But--" began the twins together. Sarah had always aided and abetted
them. It was Sarah who had invented such brilliant rhymes as,

          Jacob Calf,
          You make me laugh.

Sarah's nonsense had amused the father and delighted the children for
many weary months. Why had she suddenly become so strange and solemn?
To the twins death had as yet no very terrible meaning, and they knew
nothing of care and responsibility. Each jerked her arm irritably
away from Sarah's hand. Why didn't she tell the aunts and uncle to
go home and let them go to bed? And why was Jacob Kalb there in the
kitchen? Why--But the twins were too drowsy to worry very long. Leaning
comfortably against each other, they fell asleep once more.

Sarah continued her journey across the room to gather up a pile of
plates. She sympathized thoroughly with the twins in their hatred
for the hired man. He had no business there. If the uncle and aunts
wished to discuss their plans, they should do it alone, and not in the
presence of this outsider. But he knew all Uncle Daniel's affairs, and
was now too important a person to be teased.

Sarah put the plates into the corner-cupboard, arranging them in their
accustomed places along the back. She had seen Aunt Eliza's and Aunt
Mena's eyes glitter as they washed them.

"It ain't one of them even a little bit cracked," said Aunt 'Liza.
"They should have gone all along to pop and not to Ellie Wenner."

"And the homespun shall come to me," said Aunt Mena.

Sarah had been ready with a sharp reply, but had checked it on her
lips. "Pop" and Aunt Mena, indeed! She thought of their well-stocked
houses. Her mother had had few enough of the family treasures.

She stopped for a moment to wipe her eyes before she went back to the
kitchen, standing by the window and looking out over the dark fields.
There was no lingering sunset glow to brighten the sky, but Sarah's
eyes seemed to pierce the gloom, as though she would follow the sun to
that distant country where her brother had vanished.

Two hundred years before, their ancestors had come from the Fatherland,
and ever since, adventurous souls had insisted upon leaving this
safe haven to penetrate still farther into the enchanted West. Whole
families had gone; in Ohio were towns and counties whose people bore
the familiar Pennsylvania German names, Yeager, Miller, Wagner, Swartz,
Schwenk, Gaumer. Dozens of young men had gone to California in '49.
Some had returned, some were never heard of again. Fifty years later,
the rumor of gold drew young men away once more, this time into the
bitter cold of the far Northwest.

William's indulgent father had let him go almost without a word of
objection. He knew what _wanderlust_ was. And for some reason William
had seemed suddenly to become unhappy. The farm was small, too small
to support them all; there were four younger children, and William,
to his father's and mother's secret delight, had declined his Uncle
Daniel's offer of adoption. They had let him take his choice between
the straitened, simple life at home and the prospect of ease and wealth
at Uncle Daniel's.

Uncle Daniel had never forgiven them or him. William's success at the
Normal School, where, with great sacrifice, he was sent, irritated
him; William's election as a township school director made him furious.

It is safe to say that Daniel Swartz and Jacob Kalb were the only
persons in Upper Shamrock township who did not like William. Even Miss
Miflin, the pretty school-teacher, went riding with him in his buggy,
and all the farmers and the farmers' wives were fond of him.

"His learning doesn't spoil him," said Mrs. Ebert, who lived on the
next farm. "He is just so nice and common as when he went away."

And then he had gone away again, not to the Normal School, but to
Alaska. Sarah remembered dimly how he and his father had pored over
the old atlas after the twins had been put, protesting, to bed, and
the mother had sat with Albert in her arms, and, when the men were not
watching her, with a sad, frightened look in her eyes. Sarah could
understand both her brother's eagerness and her mother's sadness.
Little did any of them foresee what the next few years were to bring.
The little mother went first, with messages for William on her last
breath, and now the dear, cheerful father. Surely, if William could
have guessed, he would never have gone so far away.

But for two years they had had no word. At first there had been
frequent letters. When he reached Seattle, it had been too late for him
to go north, and he waited for spring. Then it was difficult to get
passage, and there was another delay. After that the letters grew fewer
and fewer, and finally ceased.

Meanwhile, a strange shadow had crept over William's name and William's
memory. Pretty Miss Miflin asked no more about him, Uncle Daniel came
and spoke sharply to Sarah's father and mother and then they talked
about him in whispers when they thought Sarah did not hear. Once she
caught an unguarded sentence:--

"I have written again. If he does not answer, he is dishonest or--"

"No!" her mother had answered sharply. "No! William will come home, and
then he will tell us!"

But William had neither come nor written. So far as they knew he had
not heard of his mother's death, and there was no telling whether the
announcement of his father's death would reach him. Perhaps he, too,
might be--

But that thought Sarah would not admit for the fragment of a second to
her burdened mind. She wiped away her tears once more, and then she
almost succeeded in smiling. The black clouds in the west were parting.
Here and there a star peeped through. She knew a few of them by name.
There was Venus,--Sarah, whose English was none of the best, would have
called it "Wenus,"--her father had loved it. Often he had watched it
from this window. Perhaps William saw it, too, in that mysterious night
in which he lived. Ah, what tales there would be to tell when William
came home!

Her father's death had meant the giving up of all Sarah's dreams and
hopes. Three years before, they had driven one day to a neighboring
town. Drives were not frequent in that busy household. Sarah remembered
yet how fine Dan and Bill had looked in their newly blackened harness,
and how proud she had felt, sitting with her father on the front seat.

They had seen many wonderful things: a paint-mill, a low, long
building, covered, inside and out, with thick layers of red powder; and
the ore mines, great holes in the yellow soil, where the ore needed
only to be dug out from the surface; and they had stopped to watch a
cast at a blast-furnace. But most wonderful of all was the "Normal."
Sarah had seen the slender tower of the main building against the sky.

"What is then that?" she had asked.

"That is the Normal, where William went to school."

"Ach, yes, of course!" cried Sarah.

All the delightful things in the world were connected with William. Her
father looked down at the sparkling eyes in the eager little face. He
had had little education himself, but he knew its value.

"Would you like, then, to come here to school?"

Sarah's face grew a deep crimson. She looked at the trees, the wide
lawns, the young people at play in the tennis-courts.

"I? To school? Here?"

"Of course. Wouldn't you like to be such a teacher like Miss Miflin?"

Sarah's face grew almost white. It was as though he had said, "Would
you like to be President of the United States?"

"_I!_ Like Miss Miflin! Ach, pop, do you surely mean it? But I am too
dumb."

Her father laughed.

"No, you are not dumb. If you are good, and if you study, you dare come
here."

Ah, but how could one study with a sick mother, and then a sick father
and a baby to look after, and twins like Ellen Louisa and Louisa Ellen
to bring up, and--

Sarah went slowly back to the kitchen. It was like going into church,
all was so still and solemn. Albert and the twins slept, Aunt 'Liza and
Aunt Mena had taken their places on the opposite side of the table from
Uncle Daniel and Jacob Kalb.

"Come, come," cried Uncle Daniel impatiently. He did not like
black-eyed little Sarah. She looked too much like her father, whom his
sister had married against his will. "We must get this fixed up. Sit
down, once."

Sarah sat down on the nearest seat, which was the lower end of the
settle on which Albert lay. She wiped her hot face on her gingham
apron, then laid her hand on Albert's stubby little shoes, as though
she needed something to hold to.

"Don't," commanded Uncle Daniel. "You wake him up if you don't look a
little out."

Sarah's eyes flashed. As though she would wake him, her own baby, whom
she had tended for three years! She wanted to tell them to go, to leave
her alone with her children. But again she was wisely silent. She did
not know yet what it was that her uncle meant to "fix up."

Swartz pulled his chair a little closer to the table. He looked
uncomfortable in his black suit and his stiff collar. Occasionally he
slipped his finger behind it and pulled it away from his throat, as
though it were too tight. It seemed as if his remarks were for the
benefit of Sarah alone, even though he did not look at her, for Aunt
Mena and Aunt 'Liza and the hired man helped him out with an occasional
word as if they knew beforehand what