The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-09-29
She had taken on a sudden, a strange

WHICH she I0unQ contained exactly the
sum of eight and sixpence. This done,
she sat herself down to her little table
and continued to write on several slips oil
paper until late in the night.
The next morning Sister Anne was up
by daylight, re-inspectlng her little bun
die of clothes, and making up her slips of
paper into a small parcel. This done, she
Slipped into the breakfast parlor, and sat
d own to breakfast calmly, as usual
az" Well are you going to be idle to-day
as usual 2" said her sister Mary.
mo" answered Sister Anne, with
queer smile? +" 1 am going to be very in
dustriOus.P fsiq,,t v,tauaY effset.T ,fY
Then as soon as breakfast was conclud-
ed, She stole out unobserved by her in
dustrous family, ard, bundle in he nc, set
off tor the railway station, which was dis
tant about two miles. As she walked
along the scrubby plain the lazy dream
er seemed to have vanished She ran
and skipped along, and tossed her bun
die aloft, and sang vague melodies to her.
self. The face so still and calm seemed
on fire with bold resolve Assuredly lit
little head. W8aa faaa 9Fs#
81 She reached the station, paid from out
of her eight shillings for a ticket to New
York, and seated herself timidly in a
vacant chair. 1t was the first time in her
life that Sister Anne had been on a rail
road, and it was with much wonder and
alarm that she beheld herself whirled
along until trees and fields and houses
seemed to melt into. confused mass.
| Ere she had ceased to tremble and Won
| der the cars went more and more slowly,
and she was Informed that she had ar
rived at Brooklyn. She hurried out, and
following the stream, found herself or
board ferry boat, and in a few minutes
across. the river and in the great city.
Now having been in New York but once
before, Sister Anne knew nothing what
ever aboutTthe town, but being stout
little body, and having learned sort OF
fearless freedom from her friends the
birds, she asked the first person she met
TO direct her to the office of the Al0e
daily newspaper The man. said she was
going in that direction, and that if she
would keep him in sight he would point
out the very door. So Sister Anne, with
har precious bundle in her hand, trotted
off after her civil guide until they reach
led that cluster of streets that all merge
Into the Park, and where newspaper
offices are as thick as blackberries.
b"There, Miss, !" said the man, pointing
to q tall, dirty-looking building, j" there
lis the office, of the DAILY Aloe. Editors
rooms are on the third story
| "Thank you, SIR" answered Sister
Anne, with little bird-like nod of the
head, and in moment she was climbing
up the steep stairs, dimly lighted, lead
/ ing to the editors room.
/ No one seemed to take the slightest
notice OF her as she entered. Seven or
eight men were all sitting at desks, cut
ting up newspapers, writing as if by
steam, turning over new books, amid a
horrible litter of papers. and pens, and all
the paraphernalia of an editorial room.
Sister Anne timidly inquired if the edi-
tor could be seen. The scratching of
pens ceased for an instant-one of the
men looked up, pointed with his pen to
an inner door, and went on writing again.
In the inner room the child found a
| handsome bearded gentleman alone, and
very busy writing. She stood some
time little inside the door, expecting
that he would look up. He seemed, how
ever, as unconscious of her presence as ii
she did not exist. cJ ~ b'Ha2
2" Please sir ~ said Sister Anne, after
waiting to be spoken to- as long as she
| thought was reasonable. i-.-y g
| The gentleman looked quickly up.
What can do for you?" SAID he
kindly enough, but still looking as If he
wished that she had not interrupted him.
/ 49, {
Filbert "3f 's'%7 u '.'- ~ -s.2b1-
This singular announcement seemed to
cause immense surprise to the editor of
the Aloe. He opened his eyes very
wide and looked with an incredulous
smile at the childish figure before him.
"You Filbert!'' he cried. "You the
author of those charming poems that have
appeared from time to time in the Aloe?
Why it's impossible! You can't be more
than fourteen
.,.Pm fifteen" answered Sisterl Anne"
and indeed, sir, I'm Filbert." go
asst down." said the editor, and tell
me what can do for you" @
Sister Anne took her seat and put her
hand in her pocket, from which she ex-
tracted a paper bundle. Here" said
she, !" are ten more poems, sir. | think
they are as good as the first ones. !"
/ The editor took them with a smile,
glanced at the handwriting, seemed con
| Tinced of the little authoress's identity,
and said fas +. as, ssa. sg ~-
" Who taught you to wrltesuch CHARM
ing poetry - al .l.a vrn .e-a
81 don't know, sir" answered Sister
Anne, flushing, but think learned it
in the fields, and from the birds and
trees" -.,.r Al
| And your name isl
Anne Plymott, sir. l live Oh Long