The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1870-10-20
Che Uribuuf.
WITH SUPPLEMENT.
FATHERS DARLING.
BY DAISY DINGLE.

with lips as reu as the nedIt VI plum
carpation and wealth of wonderfully
BRIGHT hair about her fair childish face,
no wonder that May Hope was father S
darling as they had called her for
fourteen wears. She had come to them
in May. with birds and flowers, and SO
they called her after the month. There
was only years difference between her
and Tie little dark shy-cyed maiden who
had come timidly to her side in the wide
rosc-shadowed door way to watch tor
nana that warm August evening, but
they were SO unlike, those two sisters.
Everyone predicted that May would
grow up beauty; but the little plain,
brown. haired damsel they passed by
without a thought, except to wonder
why ii was that weeds and flowers should
grow together as is natures plan all the
world over. And no one knew how often
the shy brown eyes were full of tears,
and no one ever intruded upon the little
dusty attic in the third story that Posy,
the house maid dubbed haunted, where
among the cobweb hung lumber, Lois
cried among many long hour and pray
Cd away many a heart-achc.
Papa is coming ~
May started down the path like a flash
Of sunlight. Lois shrank into the shad-
oys in fit of pitiful shyness, and watched
them with hungry eyes. She read his
pride and love for his beautiful child as
he bent and kissed her and then suffered
her to drive him up to the door laughing
and heating him with her scarf.
'Why couli not some one love her so !?
Fur away in the misty past there was a
fairt memory Of a pale sweet face that
always wore smile for her and loving
hands ABOUT her cradle Would her great
love never win love in return? And
thea there was half an hours refuge
among the lumber in the attic and long
tcarfGl prayer By the old chest in the cor
ner, and no one noticed that the shy gray
eyes were red and swollen at the tea table.
That night, as papa sat buried in the
columns. of the last I. IBUNE, he felt
Slight touch on his arm. He. looked up
;sbsently expecting TO see any one but his
odd little girl who scarcely ever addressed
any one Of her own accord. The shy
eyes we're striving heard to be brave.
Papa, the ti,nid voice fa.tered-''if
yoa could oais love me q little too, you
love 1Iay 50 much if you only could
papa '-here the shy eyes overfowcd.
Why, what's in the wind now? Have
You aud May quarreled? Go to aunty
and make It straight, 1 III busy
Oh papa if you only knew the aching
heart you sent away then to cry away its
grief in the old attic and to pray earnest
Is for you, and one such prayer will so
up pure offering to the White Throne
when your hurried devotions mixed up
with stocks anl computations in per
centage viii never rise, | fear, from the
cushioned pew you occupy on Sunday.
Fire FIRE. fire It rang out shrll and
sharp, breaking into rude chaos the still
beauty Of the August night. x cloud of
dark smoke came rolling out from one
side of the house and now the red flames
loaped forth like things Of life. They
curled AMI crisped the leaves Of the horse
chestHuts around the windows, they gath
cred and spread till the whole roof was a
sea Of red biilovs; bat they were awake
now, and there were hurried feet and
sharp cries, and terror, and dismay
They got ladder TO one of the wind
ows and May sorang out first and was
c1ried away tain.ing then Lois was
taken out, but amid the frightened crowd
around her she looked in vain for some
one. Papa, where is papa.
lie was still slumbering under the
burning roof in the wreck OF his beauti-
full home, the home he had built for May.
1T is too late!' they said. 1.-The
roof will f,l in moment" but Lois
broke away and rushes in. In through
the smoke aud flame and falling timber
tiil She found herself in his room.
Oh papa, dear, if you love me get up
and save me now. Papa dear, wake up
or we shall both be lost !"
The roof fell in in less than minute
after he reached the ground with Lois in
his arms
Another moment in that burning air
would have been fatal to both of you,
the old doctor said, as he dressed the
burned limbs tendelly and bandaged the
poor diSfgured face. but Lois opening
her eyes. scarcely heard the words. for
papa was bending over her and as he
bent and kissed her he whispered: 'My
little heroine, my precious child u
isltors who call at Mr.. Hopes, bow
dowa before the grace and beauty of his
eldest daughter aud wonder at the same
time, why he is SO very fond Of that lit
tie crippled fright and so tender and
watchful Of her comfort, but they do not
all know that love will conquer at last
and Lois never visits the old attic now
though it is hallowed to her by the mem