Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-12-21

"Only papa was tall, and had pretty
buttons on his coat; and he went away
once and came back, and he went away
again and didn't come back and mamma
was sick. and then I lived with Sandy
and Mamma Dooley,"
"Thank you, dear. But tell me, did
mamma call you Norah2"
mamma called me Sweet and 'pet;'
and papa said Lilly, Lly,' just like mu-
Sic
By that time Sandy had the tree cut
down, and the children were watching
him get it to the wagon, and were Won
dering where and how they could sit
without breaking the pretty branches.
That night Mrs. Winnerton called Mrs.
Dooley into her room and asked her
about Norah.
Its little to tell, and not satisfyin' to
hear, mum; for I can never just fix it ia
the lady she was sick, and she used to
get me to do errands for her-selling her
pretty trinkets, and the like, to get her a
bit OF coal or a sup to drink. And new
er thought of her dyin', until one morn
in went up to see would she drink
some hot tea before she tried to get up.
And there she lay, with the child on her
arm, asleepin' sweet as you please, an
she cold an still, my lady. It would
have broke your heart to see her, the
poor dear; and all could do was to take
the little one and bury her mother de-
cent. She was qnality, my lady-that I
am sure OF; for her clothes were beauti-
full. And when I laid her out there was
a locket on her breast, with two pictures
in 1T; and tied to the string was a little
card, which Sandy read out to me (for
Sandy has bit of learnin', you know,
and it said: please, kind stranger, sell
this, and bury me properly. M. H. s.
There was two pictures in it, and I
thought they would be of no account to
the jewelers.; so, I took them out and sold
the gold part. And we buried her de-
cent, the poor soul; and her pretty cloth
es is all saving for her chiid.'
"Wlll you let me have those p1ctures?"
asked Mrs. Winnerton.
''Indade an I will, mum. was think
ing maybe had better speak to you
about it or put the child with the sisters.
Only I'm a-thlnkin' would her poor
mother like it. But she's a foine child,
and needs some learnin' like her moth
en-"
Mr. and Mrs, Winnerton pondered
over the pictures for an hour that night;
also a little praycr-book and Bible,
which had written in them only ''To my
darling, from WILL" But they could
make nothing of them, and decided to
dream over it.
The result of the nights sleep was a
decision On Mr.. Winnerton's part to put
a notice in the paper and await results.
The notice appeared but no response
came; and little Norah, all unconscious
of what was going on, laughed and play
ed with the other children. The notice
had been in all the city papers for three
days when Christmas morning came,
bright and rosy. And great was the JOY
at Umberl y, for every one had gift pur-
chased tor every one else. and
seen, fairly blossomed with presents.
Christmas night came, and papa Winner
ton sat perehed on some steps, dressed in
a new dressing gown and smoking-cap,
which Santa Claus had just brought
him, while he took presents for others
Oft the tree. There he sat making funny
speeches about the gifts, when suddenly
the door-bell rang. "Dear me-" said
Mrs. Winnerton. aWho can come now?
Everybody is supposed to be at home on
Christmas night"
"Is this Mr.. Winnerton's residence?"
asked somewhat hoarse voice.
eyes, sir. Will you walk ing said
Hannah, who opened the door.
And the stranger walked in, and found
Mr.. Winnerton on the very top seat of
the step-ladder, holding huge doll in
his hand, which was marked ''For Norah. "
When the gentleman entered Mr.. Win
merton sprang down, threw his smoking
cap of, gave the doll into Norah's ready
arms, and extended his hand.
"You are stranger, sir, and find me
playing Harlequin for my little folks,
but you are right welcome.'
''You wrote notice for the paper.
sir, and gave some initials. It was
brought to my notice about ten o'clock
last night. I have travelled every mo-
ment since, and am here to know the
worst or best you can tell me. Nv name
is Sunderland-William sunderland:
and 1 was captain of cavalry company
during our war. left my wife in Eu-
rope, with our child, too weak, after a
long illness, to come with me when the
call came for more troops. She urged
me to leave her, and did so, after re-
oo1viro %bo4 h..
England would send her to Inc. She
sailed, I learned on the Inflated Aurora,
and no tidings ever reached me. I sup
posed all lost. Indeed the papers said
so. The anxiety threw me into a fever.
For months I was in the hospital, and
on recovering, plunged again into the
thickest Of the fight. Last evening,
while sitting with an old friend, I picked
up New York paper and read your no.
tice; in five minutes l was on the cars.
What can you tell me, sir?"
The stranger had spoke rapidly, and
every one stood breathless, looking in
tently at him.
tsMy dear friend" said Mr. winnerton.
while the tears stood in his eyes, III
think we have your child here with US,
And this kind Irish friend OF ours will
tell you the story of your wife's last
days."
Mrs. Dooley ran from the room, and
brought the pictures, carefully wra pped
in cotton. Mrs. Winnerton greeted the
stranger, and then produced the prayer
book and Bible.
"They were Mar1an's," he said, sadly.
my poor, poor darling!"
For few moments no one spoke in
the room and the captain buried his face
in his hands. Then Mrs. Winnerton led
Norah to her father.
"That must be my little Lilan!" said
ne, my baby Lillian! Her eyes are like