The People's vindicator. [volume] (Natchitoches, La.) 1874-1883, 1881-09-03

peacock blue with cardinal pipings.
and hat precisely like Dots own.
"She looks so becoming in it," Dot
assured her mother, with immense sat-
isfaction.
Many q smile awakened at sight of the
dainty little lassie, carrying the small
ditto of herself. But Dot did not find it
as nice as she had expected. She had
never before seen only strange faces
around hor, and she soon began to won,
der how she ever could have left her
mother. She sat Dottie in a corner of q
seat, and waited anxiously as several
stations were passed in closely. settled
city suburbs, glad when the conductor
took her hand and led her out upon the
platform of way-station.
II was to leave this child in charge of
Mrs. Bright" he said, speaking in
haste to man who seemed to be in
charge. IL can't wait a moment"
"Mrs. Bright is not here, but I sup
pose she will be soon, if she was to meet
some 0ne," was the answer. "She lives
very near, and If she doesn't come III
send the little girl to her by safe
hands,"
The conductor knew the man was to
be trusted, so he stepped on board his
train. and it soon sped out sight. And
not till the last car disappeared around
curve did poor Dot remember, with
grief and dismay, that in her haste she
had forgotten Dottie, her precious twin
sister-blue dress, new hat and all.
1t would have been bad enough to be
left alone this way, without having to
bear such misfortune, too. The man
spoke pleasantly to her and gave her
chair, and she sat there with q big lump
gathering in her throat, and tears clam.
oring to get out of her blue eyes. Five,
ten, fifteen, yes, twenty minutes she
waited, and then . horse was driven up
fast, and Mrs. Bright, in a great flutter,
came half tumbling out of pretty rock.
away.
"You poor little darling no one to
meet you, and you all alone! To think
of that wretched buckle breaking in the
harness just as We were starting! So
sorry to get your mothers note that she
couldn't come till late. But where's
your sister,"
As the tightly pressed lips opened to
answer, tho tears would not keep back
any longer.
"I-she's on the car" sobbed poor
Dot. "She's gone"
"What!" exclaimed Mrs. Bright,
raising her hands in horror; "do you
mean that she's gone on in the trainp"
Dots sobs redoubled at sight Of her
agitation, and Mrs. Bright saw that it
would not do to excite the child further.
She led her out and put her in the car.
riage, where she was much comforted at
sight of little girl rather older than
herself. The lady then returned to the
station-master.
"Mr. Barton, what shall ] do? what
shall / dop That child's sister has gone
on in the train. Do telegraph some
where-quick!"
"Very strange! The conductor put
her OF here. That train" he looked
up . timetable, "is beyond Glendale
by this time. Hamilton will be the best
place for her to get off and take q down
train. What shall I saye"
"Oh, dear, let me sea- little girl,
about eight, believe-how was your
sister dressed, Dottiep' she cried, run.
ming out to the carriage.
'sJust like me, ma'am."
"M course. Well, don't cry any
more, pet, we'll have her back here soon.
John, drive the children home, and
come back for me-"
"-Dressed in blue they're twins.
Oh, dear, such . mite Of . thing to be
of by herself! When is the next train
up?.I believe I will 90 after her my.
self."
"Dont you fret now, man. Thai
wouldn't do any good, for Ike Is moi
you'd miss her. coming back. They'll
take good care Of her, and return her oil
right, you'll see."
Mrs. Bright walked up and down the
| platform, thinking the answer never
would come. At last:
| "Hero 'tsl" But q Mr.. Barton
penciled II Of his face grew blank. II
ran: :. ..sa
"No such child on train. She got oh
1t Grovsland."
/ Mrs. Bright looked at him in terror.
"What does it mean" she gasped,
"There were two. y
"I'm blamed Il know, ms'am," he