The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-06-07
THE YOUNG FOLKS.
TwO LITTLE

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child, whose journey interested man,
other children, and Is still remembers
with gratitude by those whom she yisite,
on n lar.oir island.
Annie was six when she sailed away Il
Fayal with her mother, guantanamo AnI
little Aunt" as she called the younj
aunty who was still a schoolgirl. Verl
cunning wa Armies outfit, and her littlI
trunk was u pretty as well as u Curioui
sight, for everything was SO small and com
plete Il looked as il IDOL was setting OF
for Europe. Such u wee dressing.case
with bits Of combs and brushes for the
curly head; such u Cozy scarlet wrapper
for the small woman to wear in her berth
with slippers TO match when she trotted
from state'room to sl9te.rOom; such piles
OF tiny garments laid nicely in, and the
owners initials on the outside OF the
trunk; not TO mention the key on a rib.
bon in her pocket az grown.up us you
please.
think the sight Of that earnest, sun.
shiny face must have been very pleasant
TO all on board, no matter how sea-sick
they might be, and the sound Of the
CHEEKY little voice as sweet US the Chirp
Of a bird, especially when she sung the
funny song about the "Owl and the Pussy
Cat, in the Peagreen Boat" for she had
charming ways, and was always making
quaint, wise and loving remarks.
Well, they sailed and they sailed"
and came at last to Fayal, where every
thing was SO new and strange that Annie's
big brown eyes could hardly spare time
to sleep, so busy were they looking about.
The donkeys amused her very much, SO
did the queer language and ways of the
Portuguese people round her, especially
the very drOll names given to the hens OF
u young friend. The biddies seemed to
speak the same dialect s ut home, but
evidently they understood Spanish also,
and knew their own names, SO it was fun
TO go and call Rio, Pico, Cappy, Clarissa,
Whorpie and poor Simonene, whose
breast.bone grew out SO that she could
not eat and had to be killed.
But the thing which made the deepest
impression on Annie was u visit to u char
ity school at the old convent Of San An
tonic. 1t was kept by some kind ladies,
and % girls were taught and cared for in
1uo wy Dhlo plhCe, IlluJ luOktl TulIleT
gloomy and forlorn TO people from happy
Boston, where charitable Institutions are
on n noble scale, as everybody knows.
Annie watched all that went on with
intelligent interest, and when they were
shown into the play room she was much
amazed and afflicted to find that the chill
dren had nothing to play with but q heap
OF rags, out Of which they made queer
dolls with raveled Irvine for hair, faces
rudely drawn on the cloth, and funny
boots OIL the shapeless legs. No other
toys appeared, but the girls sat on the
floor Of the great stone room-for there
was no furniture-playing contentedly
with their poor dolls, and smiling and nod.
ding ut "the little American" who grave
ly regarded this sad spectacle, wondering
how they could get on without china and
waXen babies, tea sets, and pretty chairs
and tables to keep house with.
The girls thought that she envied them
their dolls, and presently one came shyly
up to offer two OF their best, leaving the
teacher TO explain in English their wish
to be polite TO their distinguished guest.
Like the little gentlewoman she was, An.
ME graciously accepted the ugly bits OF
rag with answering mods and smiles, and
carried them away with her rs carefully
as II they were OF great beauty aud value.
But when she was ut home she express.
cd much concern and distress at the desti'
tute condition Of the children. Nothing
but rags TO play with seemed Il peculiarly
touching state OF poverty to her childish
mind, and being a generous creature she
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the poor orphans who didn't have any
nice dOllies." She had several pets Of her
own, but not enough to go round even il
she sacrificed them, so kind grandmama
who had been doing things Of this sort al
her life, relieved the child's perplexity by
promising TO send twenty-five fine dolls tC
Fayal as soon as tho party returned Ia
Boston, where these necesSaries OF child,
life are cheap and plenty
Thus comtorted, Annie felt that sh(
could enjoy her dear Horta and Chica Pict
Fatiero, particular darlings rechristene(
since her arrival. A bundle Of gay bits o
silk, cloth and flannel and a present o
money for books, were sent out 10 the con
vent by the ladies'. a treat OF littlt
cheeses for the girls to eat, with their dry
bread was added, much to Annie's salts
faction, and helped to keep alive he
interest in the school Of San Antonio.
After many pleasant adventures durin!
the six months spentin the city, our party
came sailing home again all the better fol
the trip, and Annie so full OF tales TO tel
that it was q never-failing source olamuse
ment to hear her hold forth to her younger
brother in her pretty way "'splaining ant
'scribinS all abOutit."
GrandmatIma's promise was faithfully
kept, and Annie hrooded blissfully owe
the twenty-five dolls till they were dress
ed, packed and sent away 10 Fayal. i
letter OF thanks soon came back from thu
teacher, telling her how surprised and de
lighted the girls were, and how they talk
ed Of Annie as II she were a sort OF tair!
princess who in return for two rag babie
sent q miraculous shower of splendid
china ladies with gay gowns and smilinl
faces.
This childish charity was made memor
able to all who knew Of it by the fact tina
three months after she came home iron
that happy voyage Annie took the on
from which there is nc return. For thi
journey there was needed no preparation
but u little white gown, q coverlet of flow
ems, and the casket where the treasure o
many hearts was tende,ly Ibid away. Al
alone, but OF afraid, little Annie crosse
the unknown sea that rolls between OH
world and the Islands Of the Blest, to b
welcomed there, l am sure, by spirits q
innocent as her own, leaving behind her
very precious memory Of her budding VII
tues and relics Of q short, sweet life.
Every one mOurnel for her and all he
small treasures were SO carefully koptth
they still exist. Poor Horta, in the plr
!. cushion armchair, seems waiting patien
ly for the little mamma to come again
: the two rag dolls lie side by side in grant
mas scrap-book, since there Is nov Y
: happy voice to wake them into lifei an
far away in the Convent Of San Antoni
the orphans carefully keep their prett
gifts in memory OF the sweet giver. ]
, them sheis a saint now, not a fairy prtl
y cess; for when they heard Of her deaf
they asked II they might pray for the soI