The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1869-03-23
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have sr. good ones
Oub I8} atoa. isn years 60 | went
avay from home % s,ll some hfy heA1
81 cattle fne creatures as ever I saw
! vas o buy soms groceries And dr.
goods before came back, AID abov,
al doll hr our Youngest Dolly she
had never bad : store DOL e her owp
ouIy tie rag bAsies Ler mother hat
made ber
Dolly could think n nothing else
and sent doun 10 tie very gate TO cal
after me 70 ebay big one Nobod,
bot parent can understand how fll
my mind vas u that toy and how AZ
Tor tie cattle we're sold. / hurried Of
10 bay Doliys doll ] found arg'
one, With eyes that would open ane
shut when yon pulled wire, aud hae
j, strapped ia paper and tucked il an
dsr MS arm While / bad the parcels oi
calico, dclaine. tea aud sugar put up, =
Then, late as { was, started for home
II might have been more prudent tc
stay pail morning bat | felt anxious
to got back, aud eager 10 bear Dolly''
prattle about her toy
] was mounted "a d steady going old
horse Of mine, and pretty well loaded
Night set in before ] was a mile from
town. and settled down dark as pitcl
while vns in the widest bit OF road
know of could have felt my way
though, / remembered il SO well, aud j
Was almost that when the storm tha
bad been brewing broke, and pelte(
the rain il torrents, FIVE mile, or mia,
be, six, from home yet, too.
/ rode on as fast rs | could, but al
Of sudden | heard little cry like /
child's voice! ] stopped short and lis
toned-I heard it again. ] called anC
il answered me. got down aud Eel
about in the grass called again, ant
again was answered. Then began t.
wonder, ] am not timid, but | wa
known to be drorer and to have mon
ey about me. II might be trap I,
catch me unawares and rob and muir
der me.
Lam not superstitious not very
Bat how could real child be ont ol
the prairie il such night, at such Al
hour. II might be more than human
The bit Of coward that hides itself il
most men showed itself TO me then, ant
/ was half inclined TO run away, bu
once more / heard that cry, and said
"It any mans child is hereaboutf
Anthony Hunt is not the man to let j
die.
searched again At last bethough
me Of the hollow under the hill, and 80
ing that way, sure enough, | found
little dripping thing that moaned an,
sobbed as took il III nay arms. call
my horse, and the qeast came me, an,
| mounted, and tackled the little soak
cd thing under my coat rs we'll as
could, promising to take it home t,
nanny. It scomed tired to death on,
pretty soon cried itself to sleep agains
my bosom.
It had slept there over m hour whe
saw my own windows. There wor
lights in them ard supposed my vii
had lit them for my sake, but wnen
got into the door yard ! saw somelhin
vas the matter, and stood still with
deaf fear at heart, FIVE minutes befor
| could lift the latch AT last | did j
aud saw the room fun Of neighbour
aud ny wife amidst them weeping.
When she saw me she hid her iAc'
"Oh, don't tell him, she said, st wi
Kill him.
What is ID, neighbors q / criet
And one said Nothing now, | hop
what is that in your arms =
"A poor. lost ch ID, said 1, Il foun
il on the road Take il, will you, "
turned faint, and | lifted up the sleeI
ing thing and saw the face Of my ow
child, my little Dolly.
II was my darling, and none o,he
that ! had picked up upon tie dTencl
cd road.
My little cbild had wandered ont |
meet daddy" ard the doll, while b,
mother was at work. and whom the
were iameuting as one dead. / thanl
cd Heaven on my knees before thcl
all 1t Is not much oi a story, heigl
bora, bnl I think Of it often in ii
nights, aud wonder how bear 10 liv
uoR II | bad not stopped when | hear
The cry for help on The road. the littl
baby cry. hardly louder than squii
refs cbirp.
That's Dolly yonder with her moth,
IN The meadow, girl worth saving, r
think. but then, IA Der father, al
partial. may be --tbe prelli.s, 81
sweoisst thlag this sids Of iho Alissis
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