Bridgeton pioneer., 1885-09-10


throbs sympathy. Il am very sorry.
Let me take you home to your papa. >
Il amt doin' to-" was the resolute
reply that stayed the gush of tears.
''Dranma said l mustn't let nobody
take me-
What is your name?"
"Dranma tails me darlin'."
What other name have you."
"Untle Will tails me puss"
But you have some other name.n
Papa tails me daughter
But that is not all You surely
have some other name besides what
you have told me. What is your papas
name?''
''Zat's names enough was the sage
reply, with an emphatic nod of the
curly head, that entirely ignored the
last question.
Whom are you waiting for?" per-
sisted the gentleman, trying to find
some clue as to where she came from,
in order to restore her to the hearts he
knew were waiting and grieving for
her.
The sweet lips quivered again as she
said, "dranma says we mus pray when
we want bod to help u.s. l is waitin'
for Him to send some one to take Inc
home"
Did you do as grandmama said
pray for it?' Trembling, a nod of the
pretty head told what she dared not
trust her lips to speak.
Il will take you home, was the ten.
derly spoken reply.
Il amt doin' wiz you. You might
tarry me off, and then the wee bios
som of humanity unclasped the hand
that gathered up her dress, and reached
down underneath flowers and grasses
and hauled up handful of pebbles
that she had gathered by the brook
side, and showed them while she chatted
as If to turn attention in another direc-
ton while she waited.
MIR. Maiden saw by the water-washed
stones of various colors that she had
crossed the great bridge, and had been
playing on the pebbly banks of Glen
mere creek, and then he knew that she
mad come from town, nearly two miles
away.
Help has tome! | is doin' home
WIZ him" was the joyous cry of the lit
tle heart as telegraph boy rushed by
them with news that electricity had
spelled out for gentleman living near.
DO you know that boy?n asked Mr..
Maiden
Il dess so," was the half evasive re-
ply as she rose from her seat and gath
cred her soiled dress more firmly in
her grasp, in order to make sure of the
treasures she had gathered with dill
gent care
DO you know this little lady?n
asked MIR. Maiden of the boy, as he re-
turned few moments afterwards.
She is Squire Clarkson's little girl.
do not know her name, but | see her
quite often. Her father is a LAWYER
and does business in the city. They
are looking for her now, and half wild
about her being lost"
Il lost re way home" explained the
little one, her face like sunbeam.
'She is chilled with her thin cloth
ing. Her looks show that. Twill take
her In my arms and go with you," said
Mr.. Maiden.
Dranma said not" and a perplexed
little face was lifted as if O. contest
We're going on in her mind, as to
whether it would be right to yield un-
Ger the clrcumstances-she was so
tired, hungry and sleepy, and wanted
to be at home.
will you let me carry your" asked
the boy.
Il dess not" she said affably. 'Dran
ma said nobody mus tate me.n
Il admire her frmness in irving to
DE obedient, and hate to urge her to do
Inherently. But precious little life
is IN the balance" said Mr.. Maiden.
her nerves are already overstrained
ohe has been tenderly guarded, and is
not used to fatigue and exposure. I
lear 1t will not do for her to walk all
that distance
Il tan run then, )" said the eager little
listener, giving her hand to the bov,
quickening her tiny feet into a chal-