Tama County Republican. (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1867-1872, 1868-03-20

her arms.
"Did you get some o. said two faint voices
from the bed in the corner, and The covcrlet
was thrown of, and two pair Of thin, white
hands put forth.
mo, no, she answered, plaintively; ''but
will try again. Keep up good hope.'
.'Therc will be plenty out Of the oven now.
Yes, plenty she said to herself, as she but
toned her cloak on the threshold; "plenty, and
Ill have sor,e, too. They shall not sta, ve.--
Men and women forsske me; God dosen't hear
me any longer! There 10 nothing lef, for me
to do but steai ~ .4
Her face palcd as spoke il, and for few
moments there vas wild wres,le in her
heart. Then she went on quietly, pausing an
instant before each bakers door, and looking
anxiousiy within. BY and by she found one
that seemed empty.
A whole pile of stcaming loaves iay; upon
the counter.
She rushed in and seized one, and, hiding it
under her clovk, fled madly up the street. But
the baker had seen her from the little sitting.
room, and was after her, crying Justify, "Stop
thief, stop thief" crowd followed her and
the poor ciiild was soon run down.
"a clear cAse,' said the police officer, who
took her ssShe must 60 to the court ROOM"
In vain she pleaded with them, and told her
! story pett eH8 'ss -r
They must do their duty; she might have
| begged, size might have gone to the soup.housc;
there was no excuse for stealing, NJ any rate.
No excuse, and her mother was dying for
| food
An important trial was just closing, and all
| the avenues to the court house were thronged
| "Ihey II be through soon: said the officer
| TO the baker well wait here a few minutes.
No danger of her getting away while my grip
is on her, and he tightened his grip on the
shrinking arm, till the flesh quiverine with
| pain. .8
"lake me home first, she said sadly; s4hey
will worry about me 50. My poor mother vi
! die if she thinks | am lost"
'They II soon find out where you are" said
lie, grudy. bad news is like lightning, it
travels so fast"
"oh dear. oh dear. What will become of
them ?" and she sobbed aloud
\ little girl about her age was passing by
IA rich mans child-you would know II by
tie cn,broidered dress and cloak, the xich VEL
vet hood and the costly fur tirpct and muff
But there was no false pride hidden under the
expensive raiment; a,warm heart was beat
ing there, and its sympathics went out far
toward the poor little prisoner For mo-
ment she paused, rs if irrcsolute upon her
plan Of action; then laying her mittencd
hand gently on the officers she said, polite
~: 3e sH
"NIay speak with her ~
"Oh yes; she is not committed yet"
Putting her soft, rosy cheek close to the
purple, cold one. she whispered very earnest.
ly. Marie told her the touching story, and
begged she would, by the love she bore her
mother find ont her humble home, and cons
fort the distressed ones.
II WILL WILL the stranger replied earn
es.ly; sand don't cry any more; my father
knows the Judge, aud he'll get you away TO-
morrow. Good -byc-keep up a good heart )"
and of she ran.
She knew her mother TO be one Of che most
charitable Of women, and hnstened home to
tell her story Of Marie: but unfortunately she
had just gone to ride, and would not be back
till near dinner time.
"What can do I" she cried, and wrung her
hands. "They want coal, and bread, and tea,
and go many things, and have only ten cents
in my pocket"
She sat down on the marble steps and pom
dered. All at once her eyes frightened, and
a beautiful color flashed in her face
II will DO it." che said, resolutely; "mama
will forgive me when she knows all. With
out fre, without food, nearly naked, quite
starved. Oh, she will be glad thought so
far and she bounded down the street and
rushed around the corner, t,te
Pushing open the platcs glass door Of the
most fashionable hair-dresscr in the city, she
went quietly up TO the attendant and asked
to see Monsieur B. He ushsred her into the
inner room, saying he would call him.
Her heart huttered while she waited, but |
her resolution did not fail.
"Ah! it is my little Theresa = and Monsieur
B. took her hand kindly. "Good morning
dear. Come to have your ringlcts dressed for
the ball to-night!-no7" IS she shook her
head, s4why not lyon 60 certainly; you are
one of Monsieurs best pupils. What is it then,
my dear" '
For . moment her lips quivered; then abe
spoke up quickly:
"You said once, sir. you would give me an
eagle for my curls. Will you do it now-to
day-this minute Z" a4aa
The hair-drcsser was astonished. What
could the child mean TO cut OF those curls.
long, silken and golden colored, the pale gold
of stray sunbeam to sell them was surely
} crime.
"Does she, your mother, does sheknow you
came here n @ laa Ha.
"No, sir; but she will not blame me when
tell her how it was. oh, no she is too good."
"And how is it, my dears, Make friend
Of me, and tell me how It comes you ask me
to buy your hair" and he stroked the glossy
curls as teuderly as father might. |.
She hesitated, and then opened her heart to
him. There was mist in his eyes when she
inished her plaintive story. He walked the