Daily globe., 1879-04-06

little to interest me in the world, and was
nearly forty. determined to find out some
thing OF the child's history, and perhaps do
something tor her for Ramson's sake. And
yet did not know then the claim she had
upon him.
Questioned the soldier closely and found
out where he lived. That evening l went to
see him, and, remembering that past episode,
took with me a generous supply OF the Lone
Jack for which Nina had pleaded so eloquent
the TWO lived, and yet the child had managed
to give it a certain home-like air, for her
pretty ways and songs brought many penny
to their purse, and it was plain to see they
were not in absolute waEt. And some kind
ladies' too, in the house below, had helped
them, the man said, for near friends of their
own had fallen in the Lost Cause.
But the man was very uneasy about Nina.
He had taken her as a sacred trust, he said,
from his dead Captain, that Capt Ned Of
whom Nina had told us SO much. Capt. Ned
(his surname was Anderson) had rescued the
child from house that the Federa!s had
fired, and although he had advertised for the
parents he had never found them. The com
mand had been ordered to a distant part of
the country, and in time Capt. Anderson had
become SO attached to the child that he could
not bear to give her up But he had always
could find her parents; the mother, he said,
had been an old sweetheart of his, Mrs. Ram
son
"Ramson!"I cried; "are you sure?'
90, yes" answered the soldier capt. An
! derson knew the old plantation we'll, and so
| did l, and pretty Miss Louise and her father,
Col. Mallory. We all came from the same
parts. And when Capt. Anderson died he
gave me these papers and charged me if ever
! l came across any of the Mallory's that
should give up the child"
| looked at the little one, who was kneeiing
l
clasped over the gray sleeve of the Southern
uniform.
"My child" I said, gently, "You did right
to remember the sergeant. FOR he was your
own father"
I am getting on in years now, and my
| hair and mOustache are quite streaked with
gray. Nina Rams on is a tall maiden OF eigh-
teen, as lovely and modest creature as any,
one would wish to see. It is little that
| have done for her in comparison with the
pleasure it has been to me to educate poor
| Ramson's child, for although she has found
her grandfather, he, poor old man, has been
nearly ruined by the war and can only offer
her the shelter of modest home.
Col. Mallory, however, has been able to
supply the only missing link of mystery in
the child's career.
On that night of terror, When the family
fled from their burning homestead, the negro
nurse of little Nina confessed that in hel
fright she had left the child sleeping in one Of
the upper rooms. The Federal army was
known to be pressing behind the fugitive
party, and it was only by accident that Capt.
Anderson, then attached to a party OF
guerrillas, had alloped up in time tc
see the woeful little face gazing down
at him out of the flames, and like a bold ant
gallant soldier as he was, rescued her. There
was no time for delay, so that he carried hel
for miles on the pommel of his saddle, and al
Sherman's terrible march to the Sea left des
olation and distress in it's wake, there waI
nothing now to bring the Mallory's back tx
their ruined home. The nurse declared th'
child to be dead, for the walls had fallen ii
with terrible crash few hours after tn
owners had left, and the woman, negro like
had stayed behind IN the firm belief that th
Federals had come for the special purpose Q
bestowing riches on her race. But thougl
Col. Mallory had but an humble home il
which to shelter his grandchild, she is yer
!: happy with him Her mother died man
years ago, and I fancy that she fills more thai
that wayward daughters place. She sha1
never suffer Tor anything, please God, Will
, I live. and when die who is there that ha
any greater claim on a lonely mans wealt
tnaD Nina Ransom, "The Pride of the Bal
, terry ?'--PhiladeZp7tid Times.