Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1880-12-22
Mamma called me sweet and pet
and pappa said Lily Lily just like

"Mamma called me sweet and pet;
and pappa said Lily Lily just like
music.
By that time Sandy had the tree cu
down, and the children were watching
him get it to the wagon, and were won
dering where and how they could 81
without breaking the pretty branches.
That night Mrs. Winnerton called Mrs
Dooley into her room and asked he
about Norah.
cts little to tell, and not satisfyin' t.
hear, mum, for I can never just fix it il
my own mind. Ye see, when I first see
the lady she was sick, and she used t.
get ME to 60 errands for her-selling he
pretty trinkets, and the like to get her .
bit of coal or sup to drink. And
never thought her YIN, until one morn
in 1 went up to see would she drinl
some hot tea before she tried to get up
And there she lay, with the child on he
arm, a sleepin' sweet as you please, al
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 motherdecent
She was quality, my lady-that an
sure Of; for her clothes was beautiful
And when I laid her out there was 1
locket on her breast, with two pictures
in it; and tied to the string was little
card, which Sandy read out to me (fo1
Sandy has bit Of learnin', you know
and it said: please, kind stranger, sell
this, and bury me properly. NJ. H. S.
There was two pictures in it, and
thought they would be of no account tc
the jewelers.; so I took them out and sold
the gold part. And we buried her de.
cent, the poor soul; and her pretty
clothes are all saving for her child"
"Wil] you let me have the pictures?'
asked Mrs. Winnerton.
"Indade, an I will, mum. I was
thinkin' maybe had better speak to you
about it, or put the child with the sis
ters; only I'm thi,kin' would her poor
mother like it. But she's fine child,
and needs some learnin', like her
mother"
Mr.. and Mrs. Winnerton pondcred
over the pictures for an hour that night,
as also little prayer-book and Bible,
which had written in them only, "For
my darling, from WILL But they
could make nothingof them, and decided
to dream over it.
The result Of the nights sleep was a
decision Oh 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
played with the other children. The
notice had been in all the city papers for
three days when Christmas morning
came bri light and rosy. And great was
the joy at Umberly, for every one had a
gift purchased for every one else, and
the Christmas tree, which no one had
seen but Mrs. Winnerton and her hus-
band, fairly blossomed with presents.
Christmas night came, and Papa Win
merton sat perched on some steps,
dressed in a new dressing-gown and
cap which Santa Claus had
lust brought him, while he took the
presents for others off the tree. There
le sat, making funny speeches about
he gifts, when suddenly the door-beu
:ang.
"Dear mel" said Mrs. Winnerton;
who can come now? Everybody is
to be at home Christmas
hight"
els this Mr.. Winnerton's residence 2"
lsked a somewhat hoarse voice.
eyes, Sit. VIII you walk NJ" said
who opened the door.
And the stranger walked in?' said
who opened the door.
And the stranger walked in. and found
lr. Winnerton on the very top seat Of
he step-ladder, holding huge doll i'll
lis hand. which was marked "For
1orah." When tie gentleman entered
Mr.. Winnerton sprang down, threw his
moking-cap of, and, gazing the doll into
Sorah's ready arms, extended his hand.
"You are stranger, sir, and find me
playing Harlequin tor my little folks;
'ut you are right welcome"
"You wrote notice for the paper,
ir, and gave some initials. It was
brought to my notice about ten o'clock
asst night. I have travelled every mo-
nent since, and am here to know the
worst or best you can tell me. Myn
s William Sunderland; and
was captain Of a cavalry company dur
ug our war. I left my wife in Europe,
With our child, too weak, after a long
llness, to come with me when the cal!
came for more troops. She urged me to
cave her, and I did so, after receiving a
promise that her family in England
would send her to me. She sailed, I
on the Inflated "Aurora," and
10 tidings ever reached me. [ sup
posed all lost. Indeed, the papers said
10. The anxiety threw me into fever.
For months I was in the hospital, and
IN recovering, l plunged again into the
hickest OF the fight. Last evening,
while sitting with an old friend, I picked
Up New York paper and read your no.
ice. In five minutes I was on the cars.
What can you tell me, sir?
The stranger had spoke rapidly, and
every one stood breathless, looking in
;ently at him.
"My dear FRIEND" said MI. Winner
ton, while the tears stood in his eyes,
II 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 wrapped
in cotton. Mrs. Winnerton greeted the
stranger, and then produced the prayer
book and Bible.
"They were Iarian's,' he said, sadly.
My poor, pocr darling!'
For few moments no one spoke in
the room and the captain buried his
face in his hands. Then Mrs. Winner.
ton led Norah to her father.
"That must be my little Lilian!''
said he, "my baby Lillian! Her eyes
are like Marian's. Papa has but one
arm for you, my darling" said he, as he
held her long and close to his breast,
Then the story was all told, and the
gallant captain insisted on the family
merriment being renewed. 81 shall be
quite content to look on" he said, "ani
convince myself that I am not dream