Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1871-06-24

care IOr dOlls boys uOH I, Fuppose'
There was tone OF resignation, almost
of melancholy, in this the reluctant rec
ogntion Of an essential disparity and un-
congeniality not TO he charmed away
only perhaps to be compromised. No,
he didn't care for dolls didn't just yet
care much even for little girls.
But this little girl took him fairly by
storm. Before the day was half over
they were firm friends. They ran all
over the deck together, and tried to play
that game (what is it called y which
people play on board of ship with round
pieces of wood, and a thirg like crutch
and number of squares and figures
chalked on tue deck .planks. They ran
into all manner of holes and corners,
they sat side by side at meals, and
share d the oranges and apples captured
desert.
Mrs. Dunraven saw nothing of Desi-
ree's mamma. An elderly muatto wo-
man came and looked after the child now
and then but the mother did not APP
pear and seemed quite content that De
stree should be left entirely to Mrs. Dun
ravens care Practically this was So.
The little girl clung to Helen and her
boy through the voyage as though she
belonged to them and indeed, people
oilen wondered at the English lady's
two chidren-the one so fair, the other
so dark
Only on the last day of the voyage
did the lady whom Dcsiree called her
mamma, make her appearance on deck.
She was an invalid apparently she walk
ed with difficulty. She was wrapped in
shawls though the weather was warm.
Her face was somewhat like that of De.
siree's, but was sallow and yellow. 1t
was pcrmaturely wasted and old. 1t
was lighted by the cold fire of two stern
and dark eyes that burned with pene
trating, painful keenness. The mulatto
woman, on whom she leaned, brought
this lady up to Mrs. Dunraveu.
4 am deeply grateful ihe lady said
'for your attention and kindness to this
little girl, Desiree. am ali invalid, anG
she is a restless, selt-willed child. Nc
nurse or servant OF any kind can get any
control over her.
Indeed | should never have though
So Mrs. Dunraven replied. She seems
to me very docie and loving little crea
ture 1t was such pleasure to me tC
have your lIttle daughter with us during
the voyage y
Thank you, am much obliged. De
stree is not my daughter she is tn
child of my brother. He is dead. Dc
stree is an orphan
Mrs. Dunraven sighed, and looked a
her little boy.
She calls me mamma the other lad
continued 'but she has neither fathe
nor mother. | take care of her SO far n
| can ! am her guardian. Desiree wi
be well cared for, and she will max
many friends il she lives, for she will b
an hei ess'
There was something cold and dis;
greeable IN her tone-a certain gratin
cinicism, implied in the manner NOR
than in the words. Mrs. Dunraven tel
inclined to shrink from her.
> 'She looks like fine, healthy littl
GIRL she said, in order to say something
Healthy Oh no = the other replied
coldly 'iar from healthy | shoul
say she has the seeds Of consumption
b her Her father and mother both die
e very young
;. The little boy and girl were playin
n on the deck at some distance, while Il
e elders were thus talking. Mrs. Dunr
: ven looked with greatly increased disiiA
j. at the woman who thus so coldly cast Il
t, horoscope Of the loving and lovely littI
l child, and sought to find for her I'll
o house of death.
|, Poor Dpsiree came in for misiortr
q ,l,, Il, nnl Eel, Eueti ira mni
e missing for long time. Two hours an
d more passed away without their maxim
J. an appearance. AT last they came ru
J ming up together, hand in hand, and wit
an air Of immense triumph and cXcit
IS ment to where the elder ladies wei
q sitting.
n Look here, mamma y the boy exclair
:, ed, half out of breath. See what W
t, have been doing Desiree is to be IN
II wife, you know, when we grow big
e that we may be sure to know each 9TH
It again, have done my name--the lette
q of it-on her arm. and hers on min
p Tom, the stewards hoy, got us the gu
Z powder, and it did not hurt bit i
It least, not much, you know. | liked
lie and Desiree stood it like brick Sec
d there it is-'E. d. on her arm, for +
t, stice Dunraven, because she belongs
u me and 'D' on my arm, for Deslree-
ot only o. because Desiree doesn't qui
remember her other name, and dou
lie know it but 3D. will do well enoug
d won't it, mamma p
G. And the boy pulled up first Dtsiree
sleeve, and then his own, and shove
e. the work of his hand in triumph. |
N actually had tattooed the identityir
N mark in his rude little letters on the
arms. He had seen and been immense
| delighted with the tattooing peltorl
% ances of some OF the sailors, and
thought the finest thing in the wor
lr was to employ the process as 10
mark between Desiree and himself.
er Desiree's mamma positively flame
e. with fierce sudden, unintelligible ange
ne She loaded the poor little girl with har
lie and bitter words. and struck her two
I'd three sharp blows in the face Lit
k Justices eyes burned with anger, al
al his for round fists clenched. DeSlT