Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1886-02-01

SOlHe OI the untauSnG faSinuillHS |
danced with wonderful grace; and
conspicuous among them was Dinah,
her little figure arrayed in scanty
brown gown, her long black hair
tumbling over her bare shoulders.
The doll had been consigned to the
care of crippled Tim, who in his Sc
cret heart was as tender over it as
Dinah herself; but, for fear of ridi-
cule, he did not like to show his ten
derness openly. Sometimes, he felt
that he had made poor exchange,
though the steel chain did "shine up
beautiful" He wandered away from
the dancers now, and gave the dolls
blank yellow face covert kiss. I'm
happily the deed was witnessed by
two great boys who were sauntering
by; and one of them, having moth
ing better to do, snatched the doll
away, and ran off with it, his COM
panion following, both laughing loud
ly, and thinking it huge joke.
"Give it to me-" screamed Tim,
in an agony of dismay. 'sGive it to
me, you wicked thieves p
1t was of no use with his crippled
foot, to attempt pursuit. He burst
into tears, and turned back to tell
Dinah what had happened. But
there was no need. Dinah had seen
it all. Missing Tim, she had stop
ped in the midst of wild jig, and
had anxiously come to look for him
and the doll.
"rll get it, Tim," she cried, as
she rushed past HIM with flaming
cheeks and angry eyes. ''Pll make
them give it to me !"
Crying "thief thief !'' at the top
of her voice, she flew along the street,
until policeman caught her by the
arm and stopped her. At another
time, she would have been scared up
on finding herself in the grasp of this
parsonage; but now she looked i'm
ploringly into his face, and painted
out -
''They have stolen my doll! Let
me go, please! | must have my doll
back !"
The man laughed and released her.
"Better 60 back home, little 'un,
he said kindly. ''Tain't no good
going after them. They'll have
thrown it away somewhere by this"
Il must have my dolly back"
SAID poor Dinah, beginning to sob
and going on her way again, but
more slowly than before, looking
about to see if perchance, her treas
ure had not been thrown down some
where, as the policeman had suggest
ed. The boys had long since passed
out of sight. The child's heart ached
miserably, and tears streamed down
her cheeks as she vainly searched
street after street. Dusk fell, and
she grew very tired; but she never
wavered in her determination to find
her doll. Her wanderings led her at
last into Trafalgar Square, where
all was so big and grand in the eyes
of the little girl, tall column in
the center, the high buildings around,
the huge black lions, and the great
church of st. Martins, with its long
flight of steps. If she had looked
up, she would have seen golden
moon shining in the blue-gray sky !;
but her eyes were searching on the
ground or searching the passers-hy.
She was just hesitating to cross the
road through the continuous stream
of vehicles, when she caught sight
of the doll lying in the gutter few
yards off. With cry of JOY she
seized it, and showered kisses on the
dirty face. Then she turned to go
home, but she was dizzy with hunger
and weariness; and, Authenticated,
she wandered about long time in
the labyrinth of streets, finding her.
self at last back in the great moonlit
square.
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"Dinah Dinah! Where has that
tiresome brat gomez
1t was Aunt Liza calling IN shrill,
angry tones. Murky night had set
tied down in the close, squalid court.
Two or three street lamps made a
dim radiance here and there, and in
a few windows there was the yellow
CLEAN of candle or oil-lamp. Ex-
cept for now and again child's wall
or coarse laugh, there was silence.
Most of the inhabitants had migrated
to the livelier street beyond, where
public houses offered their attractions
of light, warmth and sociality. Aunt
Liza traversed the deserted court
from end to end, and then passed
into the street, where she encountered
the policeman who had stopped Di-
nah, and who told her the direction
the child had taken. At safe dis
tance crippled Tim followed her, not
daring to go near for fear of heavy
cuff for he rightly judged that she
was in savage mood. But when,
after long searching, there was no
trace of Dinah, Aunt 'Liza's anger
gave way to anxiety and alarm. A
feeling of remorse began to take
hold of her heart. The dead face of
her unhappy young sister confronted
her, and her thoughts went back to
the time when as children, they had
played together in the fields, before