The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1879-02-28

hold little wild, bufeted 6gures for
iorn and wretched, but smiling with .
great gladness In her lifted childish fscc.
" Is Il here AR. Vance livesP Fiorry's
fatherP"
"Tm Flcrry's father" he answers,
quickly, and catches At the child's slen.
der shoulder. "FlorryP What Of herP
Have you brought US any newsp"
"She's At my house now. " says Dolly,
with short laugh. "Oh. nothing's
the matter. She's lying on the sofa, and
she got lost this afternoon; and thought
I'D come and tell ye. ! brought ner
shoe SO you'd know" holding 1t toward
him. 81 couldn't bring her, cause l
had hard work enough 70 get here my
self"
And now Dolly is more astonished
than she will probably ever be in her
life again, for this great tall gentleman,
Sc finely dressed, so grand. 50 handsome,
kisses first the little muddy shoe, then
catches up Dolly in his arms, old water
proof and ragged hood and all, and
kisses her little pinched face again and
again. "Oh, God bless you, dear, I" he
says, brokenly. God bless-bless-
bless youi" And SO he carries her hur-
riedly into warm, lighted room, where
beautiful pale lady Is lying back
among the pillows of q lounge.
my darling, look up! Oh, God is
very good TO US. Our Florry Is safe
This little one has come through all the
storm to tell u.s. And thon, somehow,
the gentleman and lady and Dolly are
all in each others arms and weeping to-
gether tears Of great Joy and thanksgiv-
ing
So Dolly rides back that night to Rab-
bit Alley in an elegant carriage with
Florry's father, and feels more than
ever like Cinderella rs she leans back
against the cushions. When she reaches
home she guides Mr.. Vance up the
long, dark stairway and throws open
the door. The little place is very quiet.
Polly is rocking her baby and Florry Is
lying fast asleep on the old lounge. As
Mr.. Vance enters he stands still mo-
ment, hat in hand, looking about the
scantily furnished room As il he were
blessing silently the poor little home
and all therein. As his glance rests on
Flory he smiles softly, but his eyes are
full OF tears. He crosses the room to
Polly and lays bank note on the table
beside her.
81 can not thank" he says, simply.
Polly fiushes, and turns pale, looking
at the money as IL she could not believe
her eyes.
"No, SIR" she stammers out, s'it's
not for me. I've done nothing; it's
Dolly that ought to have it. I"
Dolly shall have whatever she may
choose to ask for" he answers, quietly.
"Tell me, Dolly, what shalt give youP
What would you like most to 6ave?"
"Oh, q carriage for the baby" says
Dolly, promptly, and Polly laughs 50
loud that the little sleepy girl on the
sofa wakes up and begins to rub her
eyes. "Oh, that's my papa" she cries,
laughing, too, and stretching out her
arms. al got lost this afternoon, papa,
and now I'm found again, and her
names Dolly. What you crying for,
papaP Are you lost, too7"
Mr.. Vance can say little else but
I" Florry, Florry," rs he bows his head
over hers. Florry clasps both hands
round his neck and kisses him, and pro-
ceeds to relate her adventures.
"Ifell in the mud, and l cried q whole
lot, an awful long while, papa. They've
got baby, too he sat on my lap, he
did. Dolly gave me milk with cracker
in it,"
"And what shall we give Dolly? Tell
me, Florry, what shall we do for her?"
stake Dolly home with us to stay
forever and ever" was Florry's ready
answer. And so 1t was settled. At
least Dolly is still living in Florry's
home, and Florry calls her lovingly her
pretty sister.-kary Ainge De Tcys, IN
ne CAylstiar Union.