The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1872-09-27

| ed, and her anger arose with her voice
You nasty, lazy, stuck-up little troll
| lopi Take tbat-and that-and that p
She struck the child's delicate cheek
with her hard hand; and Angela gave
shiver, and sank in alittle despairing
heap on the ground-her fair hair fall.
ling over her naked shoulders--the pink
gauzy draperIes growing limp about
her form.
The bell tinkled for the grand en-.
trance. Mrs. Towcher gave Angela a
twitch, saying harshly, "Come along
now; I'll learn you to be balky l''
The band were playing a triumphal
march. The gayly.caparisoned horses.
filed in with their riders, and a pallid
unearthly little creature brought up the
rear. Her eyes were fixed with an ex-
preston of intense anguish, while every
nerve and fiber trembled. Fear para
yzed her limbs, and turned to ice the
blood in her veins. -t- ( IA
When the signal was given for her to
leap on one foot, and begin her eaues
trian vaulting, she sat perfectly motion.
less-frozen with terrorl The ring.
master glared demoniacallv. His face
grew redder than ever, with anger and
disappointment; and he cracked his
whip with a warning gesture. A wild
look like that of hunted fawn came
into her eyes-then, with a sudden,
electric spring, she was up in the air
poised lightly on one pointed slipper !
The audience cheefed and shouted.
Their deafening applause sounded like
distant thunder in Angelas ears. The
surroundings swan in a dim mist before
her eyes; and then,-a vision of float.
ing bair, imploring eyes and Auttering
robes cuttin 6 the ara thud of some
thing on the sawdust ioor-a tramplipp
sound of hoofs that could not be re.
strained-and woman's shrek piercing
high over all
Instantly all was confusion and dis
NAV. The spectators. moved with
deepest sympathy, drew near to the
little bruised and manrled form: and
one tender creatureHa buxom country.
woman-put her stout arms around
Maria Towcber. and endeavored with
homeiy words of consolation. to soothe
her iolent grief. { !
But. like one of old she 81 refused tn
be comforted.n and burst forth with the
words. "Ob. nv sweet baby NANNY
can never beg her pardop nowl was
gruff with her. and | struck her. the
sweet, deary lambl Oh, my baby my
pretty little creturr'
"There. there. thereI I wouldn't
now! Don't give way so, poor dear ~
crooned Mrs. Benton, the farmers wife.
death by a bull oncet, and | kerried on
lest like YOU do now, and rayed and
tore. but the Lord fetched me round /;
and so He will YOU, if YOU only think
son
"Oh. / could bear it better if | hadn't
struck at her: and the yery last words
| spoke 10 her was sharp and cruel"
moaned Mrs. Towcher. "I always loved
her, and took care on her, and done
it for the best! | thought she was
poin, to be stubborn. and spoil her futur'
nrospectsi Oh. deary lamb! oh. sweet
aneelw
The remains of little Angela were
conveyed to a neighboring cottage, the
house of a Quakeress named Lydia
Halliday. In the true Christian spirit
of all.embracing charity, she opened
her doors to the little tinseled body and
the heart-broken mother. To her, the
claim of brotherhood and sisterhood
was as strong in a painted circus-ride,
as in "the most straitest of her sect =
and the broad mantle of her love wa'
snread to shield every sufferer, of what
ever race. color. or calling.
| a.-
Sunday morning, the 18th, rose dew,
and beautiful over the town of Lynn, a.
If rapps of death and grief had no plac,
in the shining world. The members o
lydia Halliday's househouId vert abou
their accustomed -yocations with a Ger
tain .ubdued demeanor. as they though
of what lay draped in white in :h'
upper chamber.
When the appointed hour drew near
the neighbors gathered noiselessly il
the little parlor, to hear the last word
spoken over the body of Angela, tn,
circus-rider.
Lydia Halliday went to the spotles
room where Maria Towcher sat alon
with. her grief, and said, in the clear
measured tone of the Friends, Gale
Truman is here to say few words owe
the dead they want to carry the littl
coffin down stairs and thee had bette
come with me-"
| Passively the desolate mother waike
with her Good Samaritan to the plac
appointed, and, after an interval 9
silence, .ne ueeP fetS sulbe ,hasa :" .uv words dan