Daily press and Dakotaian. [volume] (Yankton, Dakota Territory [S.D.]) 1875-1880, 1879-09-09

After ! while the conductor stood over her,
as It drawn by-her beauty and innocence.
He seemed TO be shfiaking from waking
her, IS if she was al angel, whose repose it
would have been irreverent to disturb. Said
he, "Whose child is this ?? No one could
teNs He turned Away aad vent on gather.
ling up his tickets. When he had finished
hi came back, and she was awake. He
stopped and said
Whose little girl are you
"Mamma's," said she, looking up trust
fully in his face,
"Whsreyi is your mamma? Show me who
she is"
Said she, gently, "Mamma is not on the
cars; she is in heaven"
The gentlemanly conductor gre i. in.
tently anxious, and said:
"But you have a father aboard"
mo sir I; my father is in heaven a long
time ago. When I 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 mamma
liye?"
"In ireland, sir" speaking more gently,
Is if not right sure it was best to tell him.
"Where did you come from, my little
darling%
From the same place, sir"
"Not from Ireland
Eyes sir"
"Who came with youw
"Nobody, sir, but God. He kept me on
the sea when it was awful stormy, and I was
80 sick I thought l would die"
The conductor, in. surprise, said, "You
did not not come NIL the way from Ireland
BY YOURSELF"
eyes, sir; God was with me; my auntie
prayed for me. and told God Il take care OF
me on the forecastle of the ship; and she
kissed metad said, Precious pet, don't be
afraid, for Ged ,has-teld me thstsHe is 60
ing with you all tie way and some people
on the deck took Eae and made me sleep BY
them Until l got to New York, and then
they took me to the railway station, and y
nice old gentleman with white beard got
my ticket. Here it is. sir" Opening aqueer
old-fashioned Irish carpet sack. and pull
ing out a wooden petticoat and putting her
little hand into the pocket, took out q little
p%ocket-book, tied with Q soiled piece of
linen tape-"bere it is; he gave it to me,
and told me not to be afraid, because the
people would all be kind to q little stranger
anything, to ask the man with q band on
u1S AoSs AAV yOu u Mous IA
.Yes; what do you want, my little pet!"
NJ want you to take care Of me, if you
please"
II will, indeed. I had a little girl about
as large as you, but she died."
"She lie in heaven amt che. She will see
my papa and mamma, won't she !"
He said, II hope 90" and turned away.
By this time half a dozen men had gath.
cred about the child, no woman happening
to be in the carr, else that woman's heart
would have been broken. The men we're
all rough, good-hearted souls,snd all seemed
strange, beautiful child. One turned up q
tag which was fastened around her neck,
and on it was written:
years, is On her way to her aunt, Mrs.
America. Kind friends, be good to this
child. She was her mothers darling, Who
died tie 18th of September, 1878, This poor
child is all that is left Of the family, and
her friends are sending her to her aunt's at
Fort Kearney."
One rough.looking mar asked her If she
by showing him some little sweet cakes,
and said:
"Do you think those will be enough until
I get to aunties 2"
He replied: "Give me your reticule,"
and opening it, commenced filling it out Of
his well-stored basket. Others brought in
their supplies, until there was more than
the child could carry. An old gentleman,
about eighty years Of age, said he would
take care of her Is far Is Kansas City ; a
black man said he had nothing to give her
to eat, 90 he gave her = dollar. \
She became more and more q theme of in
terest for hundreds Of miles, until We SEEM
ed TO have forgotten the space, when the
Icrv, east st. Louis !" startled N; and re-
yealed the fact I somesof !, us. atslsast that
the Journey had ended. s = q