The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1876-11-23

nope l3lfhae yifl BAY III g9n
come fog bptl aof ns.
Iris, Ils psse, Is ohl 5icb fel,
1efs TIM { WANTS BIZ
But 1l6a,tgant como for
nothingt fsId tl@
'stsBbnit2s
grown up,
The dtess tbfe his big
.head open hg ath, and
tiftered thgee " sounds
thaf we're apn
Wei, that a s6odss he roared.
'I'm blessed if eyer saw anything
so funny in all my orn days. A
kitten like You tall about paying
when you're grd%a Sap. How old
may you be now, miss-miss-"
"My name is Lofty, and Pm nine
next May" said the child, with a
serious manner, and nothing daunt-
ed by his air of amused interest.
"Well, well, never" mut1ered the
drover, rising and Stretching his
brawny frame. Outcome, I'll give
you a ride as far as Boston, any way"
and the next moment he lifted her,
as if she had been q feather, and
placed her on the seat beside him.
So they logged along behind the
staid old horses, while the man point
ed out the sights. Everything was
novel and delightful to the little
woman. The long bridge, the spark
ling water, the vessels, and sail boats,
and steam tugs; the CLINT of the sun
upon the riveTthe fine carriages that
rolled past them. Everything she
treasured, that she might carry the
picture home fresh to her mother,
and beguilo the long, dark, painful
hours with the story of her expert
ence.
Leaving her with some pennies in
her hand, and as near to the place of
her destination as he conveniently
could, the droyer wenton, quite lost
in admiration of this brave, little
soul; and Lottie began to look about
her.
The noise Of the streets, ,.the.hurry-
ing jostling throngs, the cries and
clamor of the news yenders and street
merchants, disconnected her a little.
In all her life she had never seen
such bewilderingly beautiful things
as the shop windows displayed. 1t
was as good as q trip into a fairy,land
and a thrill of genuine pleasure caus-
cd her for a moment to forget the re-
sponsibility of the errand she had Ia
ken upon herself.
twas long time before she found
the location she desired, and then
poor child, she fingered about the
door with the sensitive fear of a no.
vice. She had pictured to herself so
terrible and object, terrible mainly
because of the dignity and power
with which she had invested the
skilful oculist, who could do, it SEEM
ed to her. almost what he would with
disoase,-shc had so pictured him |
say, that the thought Of meeting such
greatness, embodied, probably, in the
form of a tall princely parsonage,
who could scarcely deign to look up
on her, caused her poor little heart
to throb almost to suhocation. At
last she summoned up sufficient
courage to pull the door,bell. A
handsome, mothorly looking woman
opened the door, for the doctors SER
want, who usually attended to it, was
busy putting the doctors horses in
harness. "J don't think the doctor
can see you now little girl?" said the
housckceper looking somewhat dis
dainfully upon the smalland homely
cape bonnet, in whose disfguring
shadow the soft, brown eyes were al
most hidden from sight, Lofty falt-
cred then. What should she do in
the great, crowded city, if her miss,
ion had been in vain?
0, please let me speak to him just
n moment came all the way from
Thornville, and l haven't anywhere
to 60"
She burst into tears. The sob and
the pathos of the child's tones had
penetrated into the interior of the