Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1884-09-18

BY SYDNEY DAYRE.

81 don, know about sending such hard
ened little chap as he is
That is the kind that needs to go"
but what If nobody'li take him :"
Then I'll bring him back"
So said the Superintendent, of one of the
earliest companies Of children sent out b,
the Fresh-air Fund.and so il came that Jack
Joined the eager little crowd drawn from
alley ana slum Of the great city.
"He is tough one" said the Superin.
tendent to himself, watching Jack as he hall
careessly. half wilfuily tripped up one or
two smaller boys in the rush which came
when they were leaving the steamboat in
order TO take the cars
"lie don't look like the right sort" said
one or two farmers.
III they were the right sort they wouldn't
need our help sald pleasant faced wom-
/ an who sat in spring wagon. "Put him
! N here, please. Come. my boy. will YOU 20
( home with me ?"
! Jack climbed into the wagon, but made lit
/ Tie answer to the kindly attempts to draw
nm INTO conversation. His eyes were never
raised toward her as he rode along in logged
silence. and Mrs. Lynn began to conclude
that she had taken hold Of a verv hard case
indeed
But II was quickly seen that there were
some things which Jack loved. Before night
he had made friends with horses. cows.
chlckens, ducks. geese and cats, and living
under tree in rapt admiration Of pert
jay which chattered above him, had almost
succeeded in coaxng it to alight on his fin
ger.
Come with me, and I'll show YOU some
thing more, said Mrs. Lynn, the next morn
ing after breakfast. She put pail Of sal,
INTO his hand, and they walked up little
glen, then up steep hill, when she called
Nan, nan, nan, nan, nan, come
nan, come, nan come, my pretties come
come, my pretties.'
quiet little pattering was heard and
down along the path which led higher up
Jack saw coming line of soft looking white
things.
What's their names ?" he cried. in great
interest.
"Sheep There are grea, MANY more
up over the top of the hill. but thev don't
know me very well, so they don't cone. We
must 20 further"
A.l NNtN went 10 NntIp u sunny
pasture sloped more gently down the other
SIDE, and there were hundreds Of the pretty
creatures nlppng the short grass or living
under the trees. They looked at the strang-
ers with shy, gentle eyes but gathered near
as Mrs. Lynn repeated her call
Jack laughed and whooped and rolled on .
The ground IN the excess Of his delight at
hrst frightening them away. But he was
soon IN among them winning them bv his
coaxlng tones to taste the salt he held out
to them. The boys face seemed transformed
as Mrs. Lynn got her first full glance at his
eyes, and wondered at them. They we're
large and clear and soft as he laid his bani 2
lovingly on the heads Of -xn,~9 ''Teu o'''
lambs, and presere'Tame r
wbjS5u NAV take that one TO the house u
you ike" said Mrs. Lynn. land VIII o'hu
lp it. poor foot. I'LL
n, did SO. and when ne carried It back
tn the flock he remained all day, only gong
~ ,hs house when called to dinner by the
.onnd Of the conch-shell. ind every DAY
of,ervard The most Of his time was spent
on the breezy hill side, perhaps taking IN
the beauties of valley and stream ana ~oou
:, sssming not to ''t care 10; for sny
human society, but ne tO,S~-l.a-i. i.-,,.--S., - /
his will, from which be once brought home 7
a bird with broken wing, and again stray
starved kitten. both ot which ne carefully
tended.
"Hear him :" .aid Mrs. Lynn. one day,
when she had gone ont into meadow
where her husband was al work. II BE-
iicyc lie knows every sheep there.
Jacks voice came ringing down the hill
"IIiho hiho, hiho' hho-o-n-o-o my
beauties Come, Da!Sy-face. come, Cloud
white, come. my Trlp,ytor, and illppety-
hop and llobh,rdehoy. Hills, h!lla. ho
mn Hop-uud- kip nud o.d Jump-the fence
Come With yer patter. paitrr and yer wisIe
waggle, nv beauties. Oh Where be You,
Flax and Thinkers and Foam Come here,
nv Jolly boys, and kick up yer heels on tho
gras, in the o-o-o-orning.
''ie gets off some such rigmaroie when
ever he goes near them, she said; land
I'm sure every sheep knows him.
Jack staid for month among his tieecy
darilng-. and when the time came for SAVING
good b, to them. nobody was near 10 hear
him say il. He allowed Mrs. Lynn 70 shake
his hand as he >tcprtd On board the tram
which was to bear hun back 20 his nome. or
rather his homel.ssness, but with little re-
sponse TO her kind tarewells.
She had tried 20 faithfully TO impress nun
with the idea that there are plenty IN ms
wide world whose hearts the dear Lord has
filed with tenderest pity and love toward
those whose paths seem laid IN shado"ed
places, that she felt keenly disappointed III
fearing she might have entirely failed. How
ever. she remembered with comfort that,
lust Us the last car was passing the platform
from which she watched II. She had distinct