Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1883-11-26

tfter day, or when one OF her big,
Durly friends laid in her hand the
pictures of his children-the children
whom she had learned to love as
brothers and sisters. She had known
about them all long time, ever
since she could remember, and they |
often sent her friendly messages and
little presents which she used to sit
holding in her hands, strange visit
fulness in the big blue eyes, a great
ache in the little tender heart, at
thought that she must always feel but |
could never see.
The little girl cared great deal
about all her friends; but lame Joe |
was her prime favorite, perhaps be-
cause he was lame. He had grown
lamer than ever of late, and was fail
ing very fast; yet nobody had told
Lita of it; nobody could bear to
break the news to her. She used to
sit at his side by the hour, listening
to him or repeating the childish sto-
ries which Warren had read to her.
One day while she was sitting thus,
patting his wrinkled cheeks with her
soft hands, she stopped suddenly,
witt puzzled look III her face, as
though a new thought had struck
her.
s'The men say that the mines of
this district don't pay well enough,
and they will shortly break up and
60 into another country. What will
you and / do then, Uncle Joe?" she
asked.
A tear trickled down the old mans
wan cheek, and it wrenched his heart
strings to think of leaving Lita be-
hind but he wiped away the bright
drops with the ragged sleeve of his
coat, and choking down the sob in
his throat made answer:
"You will go with them, Lita, my
child"
"And you, too, Uncle Joe. What
would you do here without me?" she
asked laughingly, as she chung tight
er to his hand.
"Not much, to be sure, little one
mot much" He stroked the long,
silken hair tenderly, wishing that he
might be able to tell her what no one
else wanted to; but he had not the
courage, and presently the little girl
said:
SIT is getting chilly, Uncle Joe ;
let's 60 in
But the old man went away and
did not see her again until evening.
He bade her ''good night, and slow
ly followed the retreating forms of
the two gentleman, Leyton and
Spencer, wondering why she looked
so pale tonight and clung so tightly
around his neck at parting.
He felt strange chill pass over
him whenever he thought of the mu-
sic, but, by-and-by, he fell asleep
and forgot it all.
The threatened storm came such
tempest as had not swept the val
| ley since its settlement, five years
before. But the sun shone out bright
ly the next morning, and there was
one, at least, who hailed its advent
with sigh of relief; that one was
Joe Minion. Crushed, bruised and
soreiy wounded, he dragged himself
from a heap of debris and looked
about him. No one was stirring.
Nearly all the others had chosen SAT-
er places than he and were sleeping
soundly, now that the wild strife
which had taken place so lately be-
tween the elements had ceased.
How was it with little Lita? With
an effort poor Joe sat up and looked
Where had stood dwelling-place
last night was only heap of ruins
now.
sLita! Lita p called the old man
piteously, but there came no answer
On his hands, with all his remain
ing strength mustered into the effoit
he crept to the spot. No child was
there. Slowly, every breath pair
almost uncomfortable, he drew himself
o the top of log to look. He saw
her, and was not long in gaining the
spot.
Taking one limp hand in his and
clasping it tightly, he sank down al
her side with great sigh, though
there was smile upon his face; the
pain was all over. He had followed
his little friend in her her long, long
| journey, had gone into that Other
country.
A little later the miners, awakened
by the faithful Nannon, who had JUS
recovered sufficiently to crawl from
the ruins, began search for the
missing.
Away beyond the scattered remains
of the cabin they found them-the
two SO strangely contrasting one SO
old and gray, the other like a CLEAN
of light as she lay stretched out upon
a bed of tangled grass and shining
sand, the palor of death upon hel
fair, young face, and the glory of the
sunshine in her golden hair.-Ade-
ldide e. Stelle.
The King of Denmark is truly paternal mon
| arch. Finding that during the recent severe
weather the royal foot guards suffering great
ly from Colds and Coughs, this good old gentleman
ordered supply of DIR. Bulls Cough Syrup fol