The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1881-04-06

away to the window. In our fright and ig-
noranoe, we thought 1t was a sign Of despair,
but it was only to look out and see if he could
call some one from below in the street to come
to our rescue. Brother Ned, brave little fell
low, stood stock still, gazing straight ahead,
without saying word, and winking very
hard to keep back the tears, while aunte only
folded the shawl more closely around the
baby.
Though so many years ago, l can see the
picture now as we all stood there in the OBJ
suddenly from the sky and the shades of ev-
ening to creep rapidly over the landscape
While we thus stood in silence, We were
startled by a sudden shout from Win, who all
this time had been gazing steadily out Of his
window Halloo John, haloo Look up
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Our house stood quite ~loae and hack of il.
stone yards sloped down to the edge of the
water. The workmen had gone home for the
hight and no one was to be seen for a long
time but at last VIII had spied John Vane,
a schoolmate, who was spinning his top way
off in the distance John looked all around
after hearing the shouts, but not seeing any
one, he was about to resume bis top spinning,
when Will gave louder shout than ever, and
to make assurance doubly sure, we all joined
in. cannot say about auntie and the baby,
but the rest of us shouted with all our might.
John spied us at last, at the observatory win
dows, and began, "Why don't you come
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on. now began to see some hopes of delv
erance, and so my courage revived and rush.
ed to the window and began long account of
the why's and wheiefores of our Imprisonment.
This was soon cut short by gentle but de-
cided hush from auntie, and brother Will pro-
ceeded to give John directions how to rescue
us. He was told to go around to our front
door, ring the bell, and tell Bridget to come
and let us out. John evidently took in the
situation (without my explanations), put his
top in his pocket and disappeared around the
corner.
We all kept perfectly still to hear the bell
ring, but whether it was TOGO far below us,
or whether the baby began to cry just at the
time, do not know, but we could not hear a
sound. 1t grew darker and darker, aud be-
came more and more frightened. Icould keep
still no longer, and sister Ada Joined me again
in my tears, but this time it was brother Will
who said hush and held up his finger for ST.
lence. Hark Far below us we could hear
heavy footsteps. They came nearer and near
er, and we recognized the sound of Bridget's
thick shoes we had so often made fun of. But,
oh ! how musical they now sounded to our
ears. After awhile tho sound was heard no
more. Either she was out of breath or did
not know where we were. Then for second
time we made good use of our lungs and call
ed and shouted her name. At last she reach
ed the foot of the narrow observatory stair
case, and we could hear her say to herself. ;
'Shure, indade, and it's meself that didn't
know there was such place on top of the
house ; and how are yes all, and how is the
blessed baby?"
VIII told her how to unfasten the hook and
then lifteu up the trap door himself, and in
few moments we were free. running down the
stairs even more gladly than we had run up
few hours before.
How bright and pleasant the tea table look
our adventures to father. Next Saturday our
dear mother came home, and we had the plea
sure of telling her about our Imprisonment on
the house, top. X.
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