South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1879-04-25

farming hands. In the midst of my
work and hurry, Little PEARLS sharp.
Imperative cry came piping FROM below
WHAT should do? had just spent
over half an hour lulling her TO sleep.
ami here she was on my hands again.
L won't 90 down. l cried in real am
ger. She may have her cry out. Oh.
dear, | wish had no baby
But the instant the unwomauly wish
had passed my lips, | repented of hay
ing uttered IL. No baby. no Little Pearl I.
The bare thought filled roe with shud-
dering terror. llurriedly administering
the sick mans potion, hastenel down
eager TO compensate for my uumothcrly
words by fond caresses.
There stood the little cradle in ia ac-
custOmed corner, the dainty lace cover
lit thrown back, the pillow still damp
and warm from the impress OF the curly
head, bu; Pearl was gone
For an instant | stood dumb breath
less then in frantic roolishness. search
Ell the rooms, the yard, calling upon the
chIld's name, as ifshe could hear & answer
ine- Aud then. a. last, happy thought
broke like sunlight upon me. My hus-
the CHILD TO tease me. set about pre-.
pairing dinner looking every moment to
see him come in. Ia little while the
noon bell rang, bringing the laborors
from tie clearing. hurried out 10 meet
them.
Where is Mr.. Wcston?' questioned,
with my heart in my mouth.
Haven't seen him, ma am, since this
morning.
Not seen him? You surely have :;
hos got my baby
But the men shook theft heads, and
c-tching up my shawl, 1 hurried oil in
the direction of his Office.
/ Half u mile from the cottage l met
/ him on his way home
why, Belle, he cried, catching my
arm, and looking down in CONSERVATION
at my draggled garments and muddy
feet, where are you going? what is the
4 matter?
%, Philip, the baby, Little Pearl
what have you done with herr?
Done with Little Pearl? Are you
going mad, Belle? Tell me what you
meuu|
She's gone-Little PEARLS gone, ]
pn,,n .l,,c5, ...ir. anil c,ury I.r ii., q
cra-,l. o'a,'',. an5 ',, I',r, ,'o, ' La'j
nor, -
III. ,.ol., ILL, ,,..,o,.. a., GO,
grovir, 90 ,,hi,n, onI s,o,,, 49, In
fL.n No coil e,Io,,rI,..
No R,IIo hora,,,, Gao, tlo cL;ll
Lovn,, hoo, I,.,,o ai,,,,. ,,,,.,'i,,.,
~, s,ar,a,i o'' 80 -. ';.7 -
raniJ s,riIc, in,o tho cn 49,, W. an a." 80,
TO nh, mtIc crolle stanJing in tho COY
nor .. irio satisry his own o,.os rio.
lie turpaI ba.I, t. the vorI and bcrs,
ia examine t,,e tr,,l,s in tbo r,nI arnTn,
the doorway. Tho r,rm.L,nd, wrr,
ovor-,:,., tLo,, orsa
.Moccalin track, Ross, sail ono oI,
man. Significantly. poiptiny 10 an linden
ture i'm the vjcIdiDr soil. Ipiuns
rucs,.
Nv bus1aol's face araw q shade viii
ter
.Yas' he -osnondea ib,i,. c,,r,
NV lads w, haven't moment - I,sr
lie starle3 off G,Ilovcd nv tho I,bo-
ers. but few rods from the b9uso h,
Turned hack
Poor BeIa' mo saff r,,,r,r, lis arm.
round mo .this l.. terrible for com Inn
Won mn4t he strong anI bone FIR th,
heat Tho Indians bayo nassed boro
and H. was thov nn douht VIC sfoIn ~,
child We mus, t,,. ~ intercon, tbor
he,,re tl.s,, rr,ss tI,r river. We mos. rl'
he ba,k fo.,i,i,t vor hal NIL, ~,
over ro Mr. D'Io.,r.s AMI sr,g tirr -,
return
Bu. Idil not 90. I went into Oh,
lonely cottage. and fell ON my knee, be
side the lille empty crib Col hal civ
en- me my wish had no baby. All
me.lac selrtorlure, the bitterness Of .ho.,
long, long hours can never be desert
bed
M0rninr dqwned at last luril AMI
misty. red sun struggled up thrDu Nh
ragged pillows of gray fYL About ten
o'clock nv husband and his party re-
turned. weary ha.Elrl and hopeless.
They had followed the Indians al, ui,ht