The Northwestern standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1885-1886, 1885-11-07
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hind the distant hiils in the midst OF glories
indsscribable, ana deep breeding night hung
over the quiet valley.
| Toward the north the thick clu teriug
| lights of a town sent up by puny challenge
| 10 the rad liant stars masSed overhead,
/ Toward tie south, stretching down the
/ valley like the tail Of little comet, the
/ lights i'll hundreds Of suburban villas peered
| like curious eyes INTO tie outer darkness.
] The Ell tirs Gene was one of peace and re-
/ pose. lii one of the villas the upirawn
| curtains reveals a pretty sight beau"
! tiful lady sat in cf2air in the center OF Gns
| drawing room. ami from opposite corners
| two manly little fellows we're making re-.
1 peated onslaughts upon her, their apparent
/ object being to see who should gain the chair
| first and rewarded for his proves with a
kiss from its fair, sweet occupant,
A gentlemen seated gs5 one end Of the room
| glanced up row and then with sort OF
! trowning smile as pea, after peal OF boyish
! laughter di turbei his calm communion
with his favorite evening paper; but he had
not the heart to puC stop to this ltnpr g
! yisei game. SO it wsnt merrily on.
/ Meanwhile outside a wee figure was toll.
| ing I'D the road from All adjacent house.
! She was evidently a fugitive, for she was
| from her knees and were rolled about her
diminutve shoes leaving the little white
! legs exposed 80 the chill! autumn air. A
mass of tangis golden curls fl etel back in
the breez9, an the sweet giolat eyes were
yelling over in great tears which rolled
down the r4ddy cheeks and splashed upon
the little hands holding tight TO her breast
ragged doll
Great sob> con vulsed the tiny creature as
she half ran along the dusty roud.
20 bod, tell ma where my mamma Is, " the
baby voice imporeG. And ever and again
that pIaintive little cry broke forth-"Oh.
bod, tell me :shera my mamma is"
No one had yeE missed her fr1-n home, SO
there was ~ pursuit.
Presently she rived al the house With
She upturnei curtains. It was only a few
rods from her own home, but to the weary
little feet tbs distance had been tremendous.
Sac paused at the gateway, and hearing
the sound Of Iau Inter ~ thin, and attracted
by the brightly Lighted windows, She toiied
UP the steps t. the piazza, and approaching
the nsare It window at down and looked in.
Something in the merry scene within
seemed To bring a fresh sense Of desoatioD
10 the little heart without Tbs golden head
leaned heavily against the bright pane, and
49, burst from the quiveriug, rose bud mouth.
% bod l want my mamma. too" The
game ceased >u;danly. for the words eme1
co cut t0rougn the clear glass TO the ears |
within.
One Of the boys ran to the window, but |
drew back, quickly, and with amazament
and pity in his voice cried out:
oh. mamma, come quiekl There's 9
poor little girl outside .
The beautiful lady came swiftly u the
window. For one moment she gaz,d, mo-
sionle with pity on the tiny creature lying I
huddled 10 against uae pane; taen, quickly |
raising the broad sash, she put ont her arms
and gatacre the little girl lovingly into
them
1T il littls Grace Mere lith.' she ex-
claimed, in won Ter. "Why, darling, how
did you coms here all alone:
Tne lady pre- ,sst the chilli TO her warn
N lrher breast an seating herself in a
chair, wiped away the tears from the sweet
eyes.
Il want my mamma, was ali little Grace
could say.
The tears sprang suddenly to the lady's
own sweet eyes.
"iohn be whisparei to her husband,
who had loft his paper and was reg arding
the group with curious emotion John.
90 over, plea e. and tell Mr., Mersiith his
] ,sbie girl i with ng3ssafe and s. md And"
size addsl ~ the gentleman was about to
leave TASK him please, TO Let her stay with
us tonight 1t viii do her good to be with
the chill trsn poor mothsrless little dar-
ling"
The child looked from the gentleman to
the lady with grave ques tionins eyes, but
sal nothing Her mother bad been buried