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KATY GAUMER. Illustrated. GETTYSBURG. Illustrated. WHEN SARAH WENT TO SCHOOL. Illustrated. WHEN SARAH SAVED THE DAY. Illustrated.
[Illustration: (p. 334) "IT'S BEAUTIFUL UP HERE, ISN'T IT, KATY?"]
BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY The Riverside Press Cambridge 1915
COPYRIGHT, 1910, BY THE CENTURY COMPANY COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY ELSIE SINGMASTER LEWARS
VIII. WILLIAM KOEHLER MAKES HIS ACCUSATION FOR THE LAST TIME 124
XII. KATY BORROWS SO THAT SHE MAY LEND 169
XVII. ALVIN DOES PENANCE AND IS SHRIVEN 254
XIX. THE SQUIRE AND DAVID TAKE A JOURNEY BY NIGHT 281
XXI. THE SQUIRE AND DAVID TAKE A JOURNEY BY DAY 306
NOTE.--The first two chapters were published as a short story under the title of "The Belsnickel" in the _Century Magazine_ for January, 1911.
EVERY Wednesday evening in winter Katy Gaumer went to the Millerstown post-office for her grandfather's "Welt Bote," the German paper which circulated among the Pennsylvania Germans of Millerstown. By six o'clock she and Grandfather Gaumer and Grandmother Gaumer had had supper; by half past six she had finished drying the dishes; by half past seven she had learned her lessons for the next day; and then, a scarlet shawl wrapped about her, a scarlet "nubia" on her head, scarlet mittens on her hands, Katy set forth into Millerstown's safe darkness.
Sometimes--oh, the thrill that closed her throat and ran up and down her spine and set her heart to throbbing and her eyes to dancing at sound of that closed door!--sometimes it rained and she pushed her way out into the storm as a viking might have pushed his boat from the shore into an unfriendly sea; sometimes it snowed and she lifted her hot face so that she might feel the light, cold flakes against her cheek; sometimes deep drifts lay already on the ground and she flung herself upon them or into them; sometimes she danced back to say a second good-bye so that she might enjoy her freedom once more; sometimes she stole round under the tall pine trees and knocked ponderously at the door, knowing perfectly well that her grandmother and grandfather would only smile at each other and not stir.