The Southern herald., 1886-08-07

bo WOuld undoubtedly have been
forced to submit, but for a discovery
that changed the cheering into walls
Of disappointment and elected from
his dogship great sigh Of relief.
'Its legs are broken. It's no good"
announced the commander-in-chief.
"What'll ever we do nowP"
"What'll ever we doP' echoed the
army at large.
In the midst of the tumult the wee
maid stepped forth.
'T'u lend my daughter" she said.
A murmur Of surprise went through
the ranks. For Bess to proffer her
daughter was concession of~patriot-
ism not to be ignored, nor to be slight
ed, either; and the whole army bowed
aeferentially as this remarkable dam
sci appeared pink-and-white Great
ure. rejoicing in the name of Daisy
Ann, gorgeously robed in soft tarlatan,
real shoes and stockings, and orna-
ments suitable to her rank, but hon
ored peculiarly by the written placard
which was pinned conspicuously upon
her breast. 1t read:
'Ths is my daughter,
Love her ia ough-t~,
IoVA her I dnn
Poor little mamma! If she could
have foreseen the sad fate of her
daughter, she would never, even for
the bang-whackety hero, have offered
her as loan. The process of attach
ing this charming damsel to Jimbo's
back was attended with no little trouble
and loss of time. As might have
been expected, limbo demurred. So
did the damsers mamma-the latter
insisted that no less than seven braids
should bind her darling to the horse;
the former preferring that there should
be none. But the feat was accom-
plished. The procession formed and
moved gaily up around the house.
1t was a beautiful day. The sun
shone brightly; the sky scraped to-
gether all its blue to rival that of the
flags. Had it not been for the horns
and torpedoes that the army brought
speedily forth, limbo might have been
very happy dog; for Daisy AIMS
legs were harmless cotton affairs, her
weight was but as a feather on his
back, and limbo was inclined to feel
quite mortified at the terror he had
shown. The presence Of his two dog
friends and the calm fearlessness these
evinced did much to reconcile limbo
10 the torpedoes and the horns. 1t was
very pleasant, too, to have little Bess at
his side, one hand resting assuringly
on his fur, the other from time to time
dropping cream-candy into his mouth;
and before the march was over limbo
had proved himself hero truly worthy
the name. The two doll-soldiers, be-
ing stiff, wooden creatures, kept their
places right stoutly on their horses
backs; butt went hardly with Daisy
Ann. The. wires which had been
ingeniously arranged to support her
body seemed of no avail Forward she
bobbed, and sideways, to the distress
of her anxious parent and her own
indignant dismay.
But finally the army halted on q
high knoll, where Uncle Hal awaited,
with his glowing, patriotic speech. 1t
was characteristic oration, full of
eloquence and humor, and met rounds
of applause.
"Patriot men, women and horses"
was concluding Uncle Hal, when sud-
denly
Bang! whacketyl boomr' burst
upon the quiet air.
This was the signal for the army to
return and partake of the collation. pre-
pared at the house; but it was too
much for limbo. A start, a scared
look sideways, then suddenly he
wheeled round and shot down the
grassy hillside, in company with Daisy
Ann.
The army was too much absorbed to
pursue. In vain followed Bess, Shrek
ing: my daughterl my daughter!"
in accents of deepest woe.
On flew limbo, down through the
gate, on to the quiet roadway, still for
ward breathlessly, nearer the city's
noises, with beating heart, yet de-
terminedly, never pausing until he
reached his native stoop.
What sight for little Blue Eyes,
watching tearfully for limbo to come
home. How amazedly she stared at
the dilapidated maiden who, with
smashed face and disheveled tresses,
hung downward from his back-her
gorgeous robes in rags, but oddly
enough, the placard still clinging to her
breast.
Next morning there appeared in one
Of the city papers this advertisement:
"Pve lost my daughter,
Love her I'd ough-tey,
Love her do.
"BEssIE b. Oakland p. O."