The National tribune., 1881-02-01
sarah's Surprise.


She was taking little bit comfort before she dressed
herself great lovely bunch Of cematis that she had
gathered Yesterday from the decorations casped lovingly
her hand. 1t the only New Years present she
expected and that she had given herself She had but
few minutes to love it, for clear voice sounded from the
foot of the stairs
Come, Sarah what makes you so late this morningp
We have been waiting for You this long time Then
Sarah flew around she knew il would be busy day In
fact ali days were busy to her Poor lonely little Sarah
Three years before her father sailed away his ship
leaving her at Mr.. Smiths to be boarded for year.
leaving money TO pay for her board. The year passed.
and than another year. and then another and the father
never came back Neither did his ship it was lost on
the ocean Poor Sarah stad on at Smiths; but there
was money pay for her board, or to buy her
clothes and Mr. Smith had daughters OF his own and
very great deal OF money so, from being boarder
Sarah bad gradually become little maid -oall- wors
whose business to ther and hithep all day long
wherever Mary, the kitchen girl Mamie the grown-up
daughter Louise the twelve old daughter, or
Howe on barry tue sons chose TO send her They were
not unlnd to her; Mrs. smith often said Poor child
in talking about her. and they gave her decent clothes
that kept her warm nwlnter. But nobody kissed her,
planned for her pleasure gave her anything pretty
and Louise without really meaning be ugly often
minded that she work for her board Clothes
and should therefore do without ettng whatever she
was told TO do
Sarah shed few tears over the silver she was polishing
that morning She felt foTloTn than usual; she
always felt worse on holidays Besides she was dread
fully disappointed
Sunday school slegh-ride was to be taken that after
noon, Sarah's class being among the number At the
breakastabe Sarah passing in and cut bringing fresh
plates of buckwheat cakes, heard the talk. 1t won
be possible for to let Sarah go this afternoon the
poor child has cloak, and her old sack really does not
look suitable they win all be dressed in their best
am sorry would have got her something respectable if
we could have afforded it, Louise You must bring her
of the cake and candies and she will have
tent herself at home Now Sarah had resolved on be-
ing martyr and wearing the looking old sack two
years too small for her. for the sake of the sleighrde
No wonder the tears fell
Dinner over, and Louise huttering up stairs
and down, trying to get dressed to her satisfaction
Sarah with PALE sad face, doing her bidding here
and there, when the door-heil rang There y said
Louise, - do believe they have aud I'm not half
ready Sarah, why don't you hurry and button my
boots do believe you slow you can be, on
purpose Harry the door, before Sarah could
get down stairs. Halfway down. she heard loud, ring
7.Well nv hearty do YOU live here Yes we'll
where is my little Sarah-do you know? She must be-
haoo, I've got her ~ And behold little Sarah, with
one wild shout that either laugh cry, threw
herself into the strong Of her father and was
hugged and kissed and carried through the ha to the
dining-room
Then what talking and exclaiming there was Got
shpwrecked among those jabberng natives and couldn't
get word anywhere do anything; had a fever, too,
that laid up for SPELL This was in brief the sail
rors story In the midst of the talk word that the
sleigh-rders would not be ready for halt an hour.
. N hats that's said the sailor, and it all
planned to him. He asked more questions and Mrs.
Smith with red cheeks explained about the badlookng
shawl. Oh no." he said. Guess fix that.
Ofcourse she must go sleigh riding. You boys lend
hand and let get my box in at the kitchen door.
Good thing brought that one instead OF the others
There - as after little tagging he drew a heavy
package Il guess that will up the faded gown.
Rather too short that gown is and pretty color
it might be- but Wen fix it all right, father has
come Behold in less time than IL takes TO tell il,
Sarah arrayed in long fur sack that almost covered
her dress dainty little fur cap to match the sack,
perched her head, and Louise, looking said As
true as live that is sealskin - Its all that said
the sailor nodding his head in pride and pleasure
Sarah 81 didn't get wrecked aud bring up in the gold
regions for nothing More than that while was about
it, I've got something else here that belongs to Sarah to
do what she likes with and he drew ont another sack
and cap as much like Sarahs as possible only tritie