Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1884-12-31
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ny name = Anthony Hunt. I Am =
droyegs and live nina miles svnv uuun
ne Wsstern prairie- Thexa v1snf .
aouse n eiRht whsn I ara moved 49,.
my vife and /, and noe 10 have NJ
many neaRhbors. though those Ne have
are GOOD onsa.
One day, about ten wears aeo. vent
away from hoDs 10 ell about isfsy rcd
o. castier-dne creatures a ever -.
vas 70 buy some groceries and dry
goods bofors ! came back, and sboye
al. Q doll Tor eur youneess dolly. she
nad never kad sstore doh Of her own
only RAG babies her mosher had made
Dolly could talk nothing eIss, snd
vent down % the very gate % call after
me 20 Rst big one. NOBODY bus 4 "a.
rent can understand how full my mind
vas OF that toy, and h0v. wheD the eat
lie we're sold, the first thing I hurried
Oh 20 buy vas Doiiy's doll. found .
large one, With eyes that would open
and shut when yo1 pulled . wire, and
nsd. e wrsppsd no n .papev sad
psresis Of calico and deIaine ana tss
and sugar put up. Then, late as it vas.
started for home. Is might have been
more prudent 10 say until morning, bu1
felt anxious TO - bask sad encee 8
bear Dolly b peaiooe abuut hora All. =
was mounted oa sseady eotue old
horse and pretty veil loaded. Nieht -
IN before ] was q mile from town and
settled down as dark ~ pitch, while /
was In the middle Of the darkest biz Of
road know Of. could have felt NV
way. though, remembered it so veil,
and when the storm that had been brew.
inc broke and peltsd the rain il ter.
rents ! vas ave miles, or maybe six
miles from home.
rode ~ fast 20 couid, bot all of a
sudden heard o little cry Iiks chiid's
voice. Issopped short and listened | |
beard u again. called and it answered
me. ] oo0ldn't see thing. All vas as |
dark a. pitch. ! got sdown and felt |
around In the grass -ealled again, and |
again was answered. Then began to |
wonder. Pm aot timid, bus I vas
known to Be drover and have money |
about me. IL might be d trap to catch |
me unavares and rob and murder me, |
! am not superstitious, not very, bot |
how could child be out on the prairie |
10 such night, at sush an hour 2 ItI
might be more than human. The biz |
of q coward that hides itself in most |
men showed itself TO me then, but onoo |
more heard the cry. and said &:
II any mans child 10 hereabouts, |
Anthony Hont is not the man TO let it,
searched again. At Lass beshoaahs
me of hollow ander the hill and rroprd |
that way. Sure enough found 4 little. |
dripping thing, that moaned and
sobbed ~ took 1t In my arms. called |
my horse and the beast came TO me, |
and mounted and tucked the little |
soaked thing undsr my coat a. we'll a |
could, promising 20 take it home TO
mamma Il seemed 90 tired, and pretty
soon cried itself 70 sleep on my bosom.
II had slept thore over su hour whom |
saw my own windows. There were
lights In them, and Supposed my wife
had lit them for my sake but when I
got into the doorway / saw something
was the matter, and stood still With Q
dread fear Of heart fvs minutes be-
fore cooId lift the latch. At last I |
did, and saw the room full Of neighbors
and nay wife amid them weeping.
When ahe saw me she hid her face.
"Oh: don't tall him. she cried. SIT
will kali him."
Wubt ~ w. uofkuUof \ cIfe0.
Nothing now, hope. What's that
you have In your arms ~
"a poor lost child" said I. II found
it ON she road. Take Il, will you ? I've
turned faint" And / lifted the Sleep
ing thing and saw the face of my own
child, my Dolly.
It was my own darling and none /
other that l had picked up on the
drenched road. Ny little child had
wandered out 10 meet papa and the
doll while the mother was at work, and |
they were lamentine her as one dead.
| thankea Heaven on my knees before
them.
Il Ii net much of a story, neighbors. |,
bat think Of IL often in the nights,
and wonder how | could bear to live |
nov II had not stopped when heard |
the cry for help upon the road. hardly |
louder than a squirrels chirp.
That's Dolly yonder. with her
mether. in the meadow--s girl worth |
saving, think but then I'm her |
father and partial, maybe the prettiest |
and sweetest thing this side Of the Mis- |
sissippi.~