The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-08-19

the cars, she is in heaven"
The gentlemanly conductor grew more
intently anxious, and said:
"But you have a father aboard ?"
"No, sir; my father is in heaven a
long time ago. When 1 was a little
baby he was in the army. Mamma used
to tell me about him. She called him
her poor soldier boy"
"And where did your papa and man.
ma live"
"In Ireland, sir" speaking more
gently, as if not sure it was best to tell
him.
"Where did you come from, my little
darling ?"
"From the same place, sir"
mot from Ireland 2'
I" Yes, sir"
"Who came with you ?"
"Noboby, sir, but God. He kept me
on the sea when it was awful stormy,
and was so sick that thought would
die"
The conductor, in surprise, said, "You
did not come all the way from ireland
by yourself"
Yes, sir; God was with me; my
auntie prayed for me, and told God to
take care of me on the forecastle of the
ship; and she kissed me and said, Pre-
cious pet, don't he afraid, for God has
told me that he is going with you all the
way , and some people on the deck took
me and made me sleep by them until 1
got to New York, and then they took
me to the railroad station and nice
old gentleman, with white beard, got
my ticket. Here it ISL opening o
queer old fashioned Irish carpet sack,
and pulling out woolen petticoat and
putting her little hand into the pocket,
took out pocket book tied with a
soiled piece of linen tape,- here it
is he gave it to me, and told me not to be
afraid, because the people would all be
kind to little stranger orphan girl.
And he said when l wanted anything
to ask the man with the band on his
hat. Are you the man ?"
"Yes; what do you want, my little
pet ?"
81 want you to take care of me, if
you please"
"I will, indeed. had little girl as
large as you, but she died."
"She is in heaven, amt she? She
will see my papa and mamma; won't
sheY''
He said, 81 hope so,'' and turned
away.
BY this time half-dozen men had
gathered around the child, no women
happening to be in the cars, else that
woman's heart would have been broken.
The men were all rough, good-hearted
souls, and all seemed fidgety to do
something for this strange, beautiful
child. One turned up tag which
was fastened to ribbon around her
neck, and on it was written:
"Effie Nc, of Ireland; aged seven
years; is on her way to her aunt, Mrs.
Mo, Fort Kearney, United States of
America. Kind friends, be good to this
child. She was her mothers darling,
who died the 18th day of December, 1878
This poor child is all that is left of the
family, and her friends are sending hel
to her aunt's at Fort Kearney."
One rough-looking man asked her i
she had anything to eat, to which she
replied by showing him some little
sweet cakes, and said, "Do you thinl
these will be enough until get TO
auntie's?" He replied, "Give me you
reticule," and, opening it, commenced
filling it out of his well.stored basket
Others brought in their supplies, unit
there was more than the child coulC
well carry. An old gentleman, abou
eighty years of age, said he would TAX
care of her as far as Kansas City; ;
black man said he had nothing to Civ
her to eat, so he gave her halfdollar
She became more and more a theme o
interest for hundreds Of miles, until w
seemed to have forgotten the space
when the cry, East st. Louis " staI
tied us, and revealed the fact that t
some of us at least the journey ha