Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1879-09-20
Z A ChfId VoYager.

Children furnish more than One-half
of the wOeld's purest joys, their beauti-
full deeds breaking in upon us Oftentimes
as delightful surprises; and stupid would
we be, if we failed to be reused from
life's torpOr by their presence, their
needs and their expression of them. As
we stepped upon the platform of the
cars on our way west, in the middle of
the night, we heard a man say, Here is
little girl. Will not somebody take
care of her?" Somebody responded, and
we, thought no more of it until next
day when we dropped our sleeper" and
entering one of the other cars, we saw
one of the sweetest little child forms
we ever looked upon, fast asleep, so
sOundly sleeping as net to even be heard
in breathing. Such a head of dark brown
hair, lying all loose over her shoulders,
back and face we never beheld; features
as if the choice EOf am. artist from a
thousand beauties; her long, dark. eye
lasheS lay across the openings into a
world of beauty, and her form was in
beautiful adaptation to the ideal of her
face. We could hardly wait for her to
wake, for we felt sure she was the lone
N child of whom we had heard the
night before, and were impatient for the
history of this interesting but solitary
vOyager across the earth. After while
the conductor stood over her, as if drawn
by her beauty and innocence. He SEEM
ed to be shrinking Afrom waking her, as
if she was an angel whose repOse il
would have been rreverent to disturb
Said he, "WhOse.child is this?" No one
could tell. He turned away and went
on gathering his tickets. When he had
| finished he came back, and she was
awake. He stopped and said:
"WhOse little girl are your"
Mammals" said she, looking up trust.
fully in his face.
where is your mamma? Show me
where she is"
Said she gently, Mamma is not on tht
cars; she is in heaven"
The gentlemanly conductor grewmort
intently anxious, and said:
But you have father abOard?"
mo, sir; my father is in heaven long
time ago. When was little baby hi
was in the army. Mamma used to- tel
me about him. She called him, her pOol
soldier boy" ~
And where did your papa and mamma
liveY
I'm Ireland, sir" speaking more gent
ly, as if not right sure it was best to tel
him. &C.,
"Where did you come from, my little
darling?" ..-s..... -.
From the same place, sir"
Not from Ireland?I NCIIoU
| Yes, sir"
"Who came with your" " {
Nobody, sir, but God. He kept me OF
4 tho
was so sick thought L would die"
The conductor, in surprise, said: "YOl
did not come all the way from Irelant
by yourself%
Eyes, sir; God was with me; my aunti
prayed for me, and told God to take car
of me, on the forecastle of the ship; ant
she kissed me and said, Precious pet
don't be afraid for God has told me thai
some people on the deck took me an(
made me sleep by them till l got to New
York, and then they took me to the rail
road station, and a nice old gentleman
with white beard got my ticket. Her,
it is, sill" opening queer Old-fashiOne(
Irish carpet-Sack, and pulling out /;
wooden petticOat and putting her littl,
hand into the pocket took out littl
pocket book, tied with piece of sOile(
linen tape,-"here it is; he gave tito me
and told me not to be afraid, becaus,
/ the people would all be kindtO littl
orphan girl. And, he said when want
ed anything to ask the man with tn,
band on his hat. Are. you the man?"r
yes. What do you want, my littl
pet?"
Il want you to take care of me, if you
I please" < ~ -@5
IL will, indeed. l had little cir
about as large as you, but she died."
"She is in heaven, amt she? She viii
see my papa and mamma, won't ssheY'
He said, Il hope So" and then turne,
away. ET
| By this time a half dozen men ha,
gathered about the child, nowoman hap
pening to be in the car, else that wO
mans heart would have been broken
The men were all goOd-heartedl souls
and all seemed to be fidgety to do some
n thing for this strange beautiful child
One turned up tag which was fastene,
to ribbon around her neck, and it wa
written: - = ttt9-t &, ~
HsEffie Nc, of Ireland; aged sever
years; is on her way to her aunt. Mrs
Mo, Fort Kearney, United States o
America. Kind friends. be kind to thi
child. She was her mothers darling