The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1888-09-15

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The present wo should live;
And each insoribe upon our heart
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ALLEGES WATCH DOG
I, When the Armstrong; rode over to
lton that afternoon, and loft Alice
in the house, they had no idea
could he any danger for-her.
heir lltsle only daughter,
not leave her In per-
ley would have stayed
5olton forever.
sure the house was q good
d away from any other house,
as q very nice one Of it's kind. It |
large and well.kopt, with q broad |
ys,Fs5 ,za all around 1t, end two bay win |
s., Jws, and had a general air Of prosper
.ty. Any one seeing the house here on
this country coad, where nice houses
were not plentiful, would have thought
that welI-to-do people lived In it, and it
was probably we'll furnished with nice
things. However, no one had 80 far
thought 30, to the detriment Of either
house or people. Tramps and burglars
wexe seldom heard Of in this peaceful
part Of the country, and the Arn-
strongs had lived here twenty-five
years and never once. had been mo-
Tested. So they never thought Of such
q thing to-day. They did not even tel
Alice to lock the doors, Once, years
before, q straggler had como along,
and Mrs. Armstrong had given him
something to eat; but he was quite i'll.
offensive, and that was so long ago she
had nearly forgotten 1t. Such thing
as q straggler never entered her mind
now, tho chief topic of discussion,
when they came to start. was Alice's
luncheon.
1t might have been q bad plan, but
the little girl had always had plain
bread and butter lunch between meals.
To-day, however. she had an idea that
she mer.ted something little ex-
ira to pay her for her lonely afternoon
and disappointment. Alice herself
wanted very much to go to Bolton with
her father and mother, but she had 9
cold seaas e!aasts tts..F'g,gs gsisid seiafsy wien her
I ~ mottisf Was putting ON her bonnet,
s'sssshhs tan Savs FOR lunchp"
"Why, y,nat you always have" said
Mrs. Armstrong. 'You can spread
y,e,Aseif q slice OF bread and butter.' 81
"There was q little Of that honey
left" murmured Alice blushing.
Her mother laughed.
II never saw such child as you are
for honey" said she. "You ought to
turn into bee yourself. Eyes, /
don't care. All is, If you have it this
afternoon, you won't have 1t for tea. 81
''I'd rather have it this afternoon, -
said Alice, joyfully.
She stood at the window and
saw her parents drive out of sigLt
down the road. She was slender lit.
tie girl with pretty, serious face and
smooth brown hair. When she finally
left the window and looked around the
vacant room, 1t seemed to her that
the clock licked about twice as loud
as she had ever heard it. However
she was not IN the least afraid, only, OF
course, 8 triile lonesome. She got out
her Sunday School book, and sat down
IN her little rocking chair and read
awhile. then she got her box OF water,
colors and painted. She had made up Aer
mind that she would not eat her lunch
until three O'Clock. when her father and
mother would have been gone about two
hours. It was a quarter Of three when
she got tired OF her paints. She put
them away and washed her hands, and
Sat doWr at the window to wait until
the clock struck. She began to feel
quite hungry, and thought pleasantly
of the honey.
She bad only about three minutes
longer to walt, when she saw D. man
coming down the road.
"Wby, wonder who that isp'' said
she.
She watched him interestedly as long
as she could see him; then there was
shnffling step In the drive, and q
shadow stretched passed the window
the man had come into the yard.
He gave quick glance at Alice In
the window, then he stepped up on the
piazza and knocked at the door. Alice
Went promptly. When she opened the
door, there stood the man, shabby and
ragged, with stubby white beard. II
was no one she had ever seen before.
''Have yon got an old coat you could
let me havep" said he. He looked past
her into the house rs he spoke.
II don't know" said Alice. "I'm
all alone this afternoon. Father and
mother have gone away. Maybe If you
come again, when they're home,
they'd give you one. I'm real sorry.'
She was honestly sorry. She though,
to herself that the poor old man needed
o coat dreadfully, the sleeves Of his
hung In threads. and there was a rea
fringe of rags around the bottom.
Can't syon give me something tt
y eat2O said the man