The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-05-29
VOLUME {, Il: u: & 3.
Little Amy's Story.

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Look here, little one; wbcro are you
goingy You should not be on the street
alone." 81 ssta Is ifissa.-,
Little Amy look ed into the mothcrly
flee OF the qucstioncr, but she did not
answer, She, was a basbtul little thing,
ONLY four years old. She scarcely look
ed three, she was SO little a.u
1T is growing dark continued the
kind neighbor. 1T will be night, soon,
and then you will get lost. Run home,
sthat's good girl"
81 is going after my papa," said the
,chila.
+. .Oh mo; you can't find him. See
chow full the streets are. The horses
.swill run over you. Let ME lead you
ihoine to your mother. Your papa will
teome pretty soen."
She took the little cold hand in hers,
aatstthe child pulled it away, and push
dns past her, ran rapidly down tie
street. a,-
''Ah! WELL" said the woman. taking
up heavy basket of clothes that she
had set down on the sidewalk while
speaking 70 little Amy, II have no time
TO run after her. She must take her
chance. / hnpc she'll come to no harm,
for-Therc! she's gone into Meg Quill
lan's rum hole. She's after her father
the drinking wretch Letting his
family starve, and he earning more than
uny man on the strectw
Tile woman was right-little Amy WAS
looking for her father. and, young as
she WAS, mere baby, she knew where
to look fur him.
lie was sitting before the fire i'll the
lew ariak ing house, half stupcfied with
the liquor he had taken since finishing
his days work. He w.s u large, strong
ly-huilt man. with au easy, careless man.
licr, and disposition almost hopclessly
oblising. We say hopclessly, because it
was this same aniable trait of char ctcr
which made him ag easy prs to, The
li4po9 ssller.
s!sl = ny IaSs,ssSteis rsse, s..s 4 dI,
noisy Irish woman, with very red face
. and very dirty cap. She had Il loud
Harsh voice. which MAS not at all mel
lowed by her own frequent visits to the
deiiij0l.n. There were number Of men
aud women III the room, going ttr.ugI,
the various stages OF iu! x;cat;on snno
s.".JJ. --,:ac .ul!3a, some 4narrolspme.
Ba! :hc man bc'or: the fvc, ii. =,
Aay'; father: sat apart from the rest
and did not seem to see or hear anything
about him.
"Don't go to slapc there ny man.
said the landlady, giving him rousl,
push. Yen be pitchin' on the stove
next. Move, an ye'rc alive till set on
the kittle"
Little Amy stole noiselessly Into the
room and crept up between her fathers
knees just as the huge dinner pot was
set on the earth. The cover was hall
off, and tho child, >who had eaten nothing
all day, gazcd kungrily into it, with an
intense longing for some of the contents.
u large head Of cabbage was simmcrng
on the top. sending its appetizing odol
out iuto the rooa, and giving pleasant
reminder to the fortunate idlcrs who
happened to have any suppcrs of thei,
own to partakc of. They began to leave
for their various homes, but little Amy's
father did not stir. lie knew that all
his earninss-and they wpro not small
were spent in that vilo room, and that
hhs cupboard u. home was empty. So
Ihe ssG still.
Little Amy leaned over his knee to
get little aearer to the dinner-pot, and
then-can you blame the baby-thicf?-
she reached out her poor little hand, aud
with her tiny fingers picked a bit OF the
cabbage.
A heavy blow from the woman's
strong i,anl woall have scut he, head
long ON to the hearth, If her flther hau'
not caught her.
''1'll tache yo to stale, yc boggay's
brat" screamed the woman. catching
hold of little Amy's arm. aud sinking
her i'll spite of her flthcr's hold On her.
He started up from Ills seat with def
ant look on his face that she had never
eoon there before. The man's snrl wns