The Red Cloud chief., 1880-12-02

There were great logs between his
skif and the child-logs aud child were
all moving together. Should he aban-
don Larry's precious bosts
Conner could not consider this. He
plunged into the water and swan round
the logs lie never knew how he did
it--he never knew how he cut his hand
he never felt the pounding Of the
logs-he only knew that he caught the
wagon. kept those black eyes above the
wafer. and pulled the precious freight
10 shore. Then. while the water Was
streaming from him in every direction,
he sprang up the few steps TO his
mothers cabin. and without . word
placed the child. still in the wagon. in
side the door,
Running back as swiftly IS his feet
would carry him. Conner had the good
luck TO find the deserted boa, close 70
shore, jammed in a mass OF drlft-wood,
just in the turn Of the Ripple.
Dragging it up and along b shore.
he fastened il TO 4 fisherman's stake
Just by Twinrip. Then Connor felt he
had discharged his duty-Larry
o Flaherty's boat was ~safe-high and
dry out of reach Of eddying logs
Now, eager. dripping and brcathless
with eyes like stars, he few homo
again.
0..Oh, mother" he said. "she's fast
10 the post and not a hole knocked into
her, and amt her eyes black and soft as
orr mpoley cows and l found her be-
fore the General Little ran her down -
and I'm going to keep her always
found her-isn't it lucky we have a
cow"
What the boy said was rather mixed
you could not parse it, but YOU could
understand il.
The baby's big black eyes looked
around, and she ackn o~wledged q cup OF
milk and her deliverer by a smile. II was
a strange group. In the midstof q pud-
die of water Mother Maggie was lean
ing Over the new comer and trying TO
unite the umerou knots in q shawl
which had kept the child in her wicker
nest. Little Mike was staring open
eyed at the beads round baby's neck
and at the coral horseshoe which hung
from them. The pretty little girl
seemed quite c%ontcnted, and with the
happy Inconsistencies of infancy was
evidently quite at home.
Poor baby, where did she come
from?" said Mother Maggie. wont
her mother cry her eyes out when che
can't see her? We must advertise her
in one of those big city papers"
81 found her." said Connor, "she's
mine"
why, my boy" said his mother,
"she's not a squirrel you can't keep
her as you did the bunny you found in
the hickory tree. and not ask any ques-
tions..''
al wish there were nc newspapers.
and that people couldn't read besides"
wrathfully exclaimed ConnOr.
Maybe" he added, with hopeful
c~heerfulness, ''both her father and
mother are drowned. May l keep her
then? She may have half of my bread
and milk"
Babies were no great rarity in Twin
rip, but never was there such a happy,
frightened little maiden as this wall
proved to be. Among the children she
glowed like a dandcliOn in the grass,
and reigned like a queen among her
subjects.
Common was the scholar of the fami-
ly, aud at length his conscience was
sufficiently reused to make him indite
an advertisement which did him much
credit. He hoped it mig hit be placed in
some obscure corner of the paper where
it would be overlooked.
But next day. in a conspicuous part
of the Cincinnati Commercial, with four
little hands pointing to it, appeared this
rather unusual notice: