Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-10-03
TN luck.

you KNOW, Is u worn WHICH, SGtIlCS ZOE
that which comes to you without your
having done anything to get it for your
self; and, as she had never done any
thing to bring about such results, call
it the good luck of little Lilly De Koven
that she had been born in lovely home,
to kind parents, and was growing up
with all the most pleasant things of life
around her. She had little maid to
braid her pretty yellow hair, lace her
dainty boots, go up stairs and down, or
stay in her little lady's chamber dress
ing and making over the dresses of
Lily's family of dolls.
One day, when Lily was not very
well, and was lying in bed propped up
by the pillows, her maid came in with a
new doll, larger and handsomer than all
The others.
Lilly received the new doll calmly, for
if it did not suit her she knew she could
have another, so she had no cause for
excitement. She looked it over care
fully, touched the spring which made
its eyes roll, drew off one of its tiny silk
shoes and stockings, passed her hand
over the lace train.
"I'll keep it," said Lilly "and now
you bring me the whole family"
When all her dolls, little and big-all
of them had been handsome in their day.
but some of them were little the worse
for wear-were laid on the bed, she put
the new one, with curling yellow hair
almost exactly Like her own, on the pill
low beside her, and took up the others
one by one.
"You can throw this one away" she
said at last, holding out one which had
broken arm, and was leaking sawdust
at the elbow "I don't want but twelve
children, anyway"
When her maid went out, Lily looked
at her new doll, touched its hair and
rich costume, but there was not any
wonder In it for her there had never
been time when she had not had as
pretty dolls as money could buy; so
Lily sighed and fell asleep almost i'm
mediately. Now Lily's maid left the
disgraced doll on chair in the kitchen,
and there Mary the cook found it. It
had on pretty muslin dress and sash,
and nice embroidered underwear, Just
like any fashionable young lady. It
was Christmas week, and, Mary had
bought doll to give to her little niece
on Christmas day.. and seeing at once
what treasure this costume would be,
she took it off, did it up as fresh as new,
and made the doll she had bought look
quite like Princess in it. So the old
broken armed doll had not rag left of
its former glory. But luck sometimes
comes even to dolls.
Three days later, early in the cold
morning, little girl stood ankle-deep
In the new-fallen snow in front of the
grand house where Lily De Koven with
her twelve waxen children lived.
This little girl was Biddy O'Dolan,
and Biddy O'Dolan was in luck on this
cold morning.
She had on nothing that you would
call clothes she had on buds. She had
no parents and no home. She had some
straw in cellar, where other children
who wore buds slept at night on other
punches of straw. She was rag-picker
and an ash-girl, and sometimes was very
hungry, and sometimes was beaten by
/ other poor hungry wretches, who, be-
cause they were miserable, wanted to
hurt somebody not knowing any bet
ter-and SO beat Biddy O'Dolan because
there was no one to interfere. In spite
OF all these things, Biddy was sometimes
merry, which I think is wonderful.
On this cold morning, in front of the
wide stone steps of Lily De Koven's
home, Biddy had found an ash can, and,
poking over the ashes, had found and
pulled out the very broken-armed doll
which Lily had ordered to be thrown
away, which Mary, the cook, had stripped
of its fine robes, and which had, last of
all, been swept up and put in the ash
barrel, and SO had come to the lowest
possible condition of a once-rich doll.
Biddy held it out and looked straight
before her for a moment, at nothing in
particular, in kind of stupefed de-
light for doll, even such doll as
this, had never been in her little
cramped, purple hands before. Then
suddenly she tucked it in her breast,
drew her dingy sack around it tight,
caught up her rag-bag. and, with
scared glance at the windows Of fily's
fine home, she ran down the street.
Her heart beat so that it was like lit
Tie hammer striking quick blows against
the breast of doll. Biddy had never
had anything to love, and from the mo-
ment she had got this doll hidden in her
bosom she loved it, and think she was
In good luck to have found something
which could bring her this dear feeling.
And as for the doll, in its proudest days
it had never been loved, and now, when
forlorn and cast out, it had found warm
heart, and had come, if it could only
have known it, into the best luck of its
whole life.
L should like to tell you the whole
story of Biddy O'Dolan-of what she
did for the doll, and what the doll did for
her; but to-day want to call your at
tention to something else, and if you Will
heed my wish I will heed yours, and
soon tell you the rest of Biddy's story.
The good things that come to us have
a way-which you will notice if you are
observant-of seeming to connect them
selves together in a circle of sweet
thoughts and hopes, just as our friends
might join hands and make ring around
us.
1t was SO with Biddy that day. As she
ran on with her doll she was constantly