The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1868-04-09

me; Ged doesn't hear me any longer!
there is nothing left for me but to steal"
Her face paled as she spoke it, and for a
few moments there VISA wild wrestle in
her heart. Then she went on quietly,
pausing an instant before each bakers
door, and looking ,nxiously within. By
and by she found one that seemed empty
A whole pile OF ,teaming loves lay upon
the counter.
She rushed in and seized one, aud hiding
it under her her cloak. fed madIy up the
street. But the baker had seen her from
the little sitting room, and was after her
crying Justify, stop thief, stop thief"
A crowd followed her and the poor child
was soon run down.
"A clear case" said the police officer
who took her. "She must 20 too the
court room"
In vain she pleaded with them, an told
her story
They must do their duty she might
have begged, she might have gone to the
soup house there was 40 excuse for steal
ing, at any rate.
Nd excuse, aud her mother was dying
for food
An important trial was just closing, nnd
all the avenues to tho court house we're
| thronged
They'll be through soon," said the Of
hcer to tho baker; well wait here few
minutes. No danger of her getting away
while my gri is Oh her" and be frightened
his grip ou the shrinking arm, till the
flesh quivered with pain.
Take me home 6rst," SAID she sadly I;
they will worry about me SO. My poor
mother will die if she thinks am lost"
They'll soon find out where you are"
said he, grufily. Bad news is like light
ming, it ira, els SO fast"
ooh dear, oh dear What will become
Of them ?" and she sobbed aloud.
A little girl about her age was passing
by-a rich mans child-you would know
it by the embroidered dress and cloak, the
rich velvet hood, and the fur tippet muff.
But there was no false pride hidden under
the expensive raiment; a warm heart was
beating there aud its sympathies went out
far toward the poor little prisoner. For
a moment she paused. as if :rresolute up
on her plan of action then laying her nit
tened hand gently on the officers she said
politely:
May speak with herr"
ooh. yes she is not committed yet.
Putting her soft, rosy cheek close to the
purple, cold one. she whispered very earn
estly Marie told her the touching story
and begged she would fud out her humble
home, aud comfort the distressed ones.
Il will, l will" the stranger replied
earnestly I" and don't YOU cry any more ;
my father knows the judge, and he'll get
you away tomorrow. Good bye--keep up
a good heart and off she ran.
She knew her mother to be one Of the
most charitable of women, and hastened
home to tell her story of Marie but un.
fortunately she had just gone to ride, and
would not be back till dinner time.
"Wha. can I do7" she cried, and
wrung her hands. =. They want coal and
bread, and tea, and SO many things, and l
hnve only ten cents 10 my pocket"
She sat down on the marble steps and
poudered. All at once her eyes brighten.
ed, and beautiful color flashed in her
face.
II will do it." she said resolutely /;
|" mamma will forgive me when she knows
all. Without FIRE. without food Dearly
naked. Oh. she will be glad 1 thought SO
far" and she bounded down he street and
rushed around the corner
Pushing open the plaie-giass door Of the
most fashionable hair dresser in the city.
she went quietly up to the attendant and
asked to see Monsieur b He usherei
her into the room, saying he would call him
Her heart futtered while she waited,
but her resolution did not fail
"Ah. it is my little Theresa" aud
Monsieur B. took her hand kindly, "Good
morning, dear. Come 10 have your ring.
lets dressed for the ball tonight .-no?"
and she shook her head, "why t?-you
60 certainly; you are one of Monsters
best pupils What is it then, my dear -
For a moment her lip quivcred then
she spoke up quickly.
) You said on &c. sir, you would give NE
an eagle for my curls. Will you do it now
-to-dsy-this minute? ?"
: The hair-dresser was astonished. Wha
t could The child mean? To cut off thos.
aurls, long. silken and golden-colored, the
pale gold gold Of stray sunbeam to sell
them was surely crime.
Does, your mother, does she know yol
3 came here 2"
No, sir but she will not blame mt
when tell her how it was. Oh, no. sh'
is too good!
> And how is it, my dear! Make a
, friend of lue, and tell me how it come
you ask me to buy your hair" and h'
srroked the glossy curls as teniery as I
f..her might
, She hesl.ated, then opened her heart t.
him There WAS a mist in his eye- when
\ she finished her painiivc story. H'
, walked the floor moment as if irresolute
than stopping before her, he took out h''
pocket-book. and handed her two half ca
es. She put them in her purse, and
, ok off her hood.