The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-09-21

hate spoke OF The crowd Of people
i They were moving, as she said coming
towards us. Quite procession, it looked
like something carried in it's midst.
%"Come down, children, come down." ]
said hastily. Don't stay until it passes
by"
But no /; full of curiosity their feet were
as glued to the road
an minute, Dot" said Gerty, " Alex
is coming to US"
Alex and Fred were running along at
the top Of their speed. The bows looked
sad but excited.
"Who do you think It is, Dorothy /?
You'd never guess, you girls. It's that
poor boy, Tom Crump.'
Did you see him." eagerly asked the
girls. Fas ~ raa
mo; they had covered him up before
we goo there HeWas such nice civil
fellow, toor' io3 b.oshsa
But is lie really drowned - cried lit,
tie Ethel 500
Alex nodded. .sThe tide washed him
| up this morning. Poor old Crump and
his boat are both lost for certain the men
are saying there is no hope for them now. .
| | wonder how it happened?"
= why In the storm that night, Of
The throng came on, and the children
were fixtures Alex and Fred Hatlv said
they should not move; the girls unheld
| by this, stayed with them. Ethel stole to
my slce, and put her hand into mine. And
SO the measured tread went past. He
was carried on a hand barrow covered
over with tarpaulin. Even of the tar
/ paulin only glimpse could be had. thro'
the crowding. people on either side.
Dorothy said Alex When we were on
the beach, and the others had run TO q
distance, "you don't think there is any
cause for real fear about papa and
Captain Sand, do you?"
He was looking strangely sober as he
asked the question, his gray eyes search
ing mine. 80
~" can onl y hope there is not, Alex.
Capt. Sands knows the management
of boat so well, you see."
"Of course he does" to FRI
"a" Still-it seems odd that they should
not have come innoW the sea has calmeda
That's where it il, Alex" i. "a. q
4 "What can we do 2"
4 " My boy we can do nothing but pray.'
He picked up piece of sea wood and
4 began to sway it gently in his hand while
ne thought. His eyes went rowing on
over the sea, as if he sought to see wha
:. was beyond it. aEaS
Mrs. Sand has had no fear, Dorothy
4 sue says It's all right, and she ought t.
know" .ay '@'
p" So she ought, Alex. Mrs. Sands con
fidence gives me more courage than any
thing"
"Alex +" called Fred, "here's regr
lar nest of young crabs! All on their back
kicking. Come and look"
Away leaped Alex. And so that passed
On the way home toSdinner we met Mr.
Sand. The children inquired if she ba
heard about Tom Crump.
Yes, poor boy, have; and the Oh
man IS sure to be gone also," was her rt
lply. " 1t is Crump's own fault. He wa
1too old to go out with only that DO,
| Capt. Sand told him so more than one
but he'd not listen. AS if his feeble HAND
a would be ofeny use in a gale"
!. We all like Tom, Mrs. Sand"
|; $50 did everybody," was her answer
e The captain said he was compromising
J. lad to be in a fishing boat"
s "When do you think papa and the cal
a tain will be in, Mrs. Sand 2" said Alex.
g To-day, perhaps. shall expect thel
e when see them. Oh, they are having
K good long cruise. Just look at this pre-
< ty parasol have been buying, Miss Lee
d she added to me, turning round and roun
q a dainty green parasol, with crinkle
g fringe. "My old one came to grief til
y other day in the wind. Good bye, all {
: you am sure my dinner must be wal
ing"
J. Not shade of fear or dread about her
/! | looked at Alex, as much as to say soan
t he smiled back again. Mrs. Whitnall ha
watched the meeting from the bay wiz
dow Of the parlor.
ooh, mamma, Tom Crump's drowned
HaveSyoulh about it ?" cried the who'll
!, of them bursting in.
Y OF all tiresome things, children
d tongues are the worst.
81 saw him carried past" she answere
in voice strangely subdued.
"AIrs. Sand says that the poor old ma
Q was too weak to manage boat in ba
J. weather, mother" put in Alex. Z" Ha
a his hands been strong, like Capt. Sand
8 it might never have happened
t He said it in his love for her. I ha
o hardly given Alex credit for so niue
J, thought. A flourish of music announce
! the procession of the circus horses. Fo
g that deceitful circus had not gone ava
f yet. After several last nights it ha
announced its intention tojemain anothe
J. week, by particular DESIRE" The chi
t dren hoped their papa, after all, would b
: home in time to go to it; and perhaps, tax
them again, they whispered hopefully
s one another. .',.
: Dorothy, do you think there can re
O main anv chance 80 MIRO UUb;tno1l co !;