Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-05-25

their prstty rshslliuA ghs I'D hsr little
lantern, too; and hsr bundls. snd shs bad
put few frssh eggs n hr bsskss With soass
swsss bsrhs end IL palm shsaf thAs Fsthsr
Francis had bleussd tase easser-fue Wto
could I'LL. ne thoaghs, bow u - might eos
b. o. bow poors
She hardly gave lpoA % the but - he
ran By ~ garden gate, ell ber hsart waa %
in front, In ths vague Tar % country whsrs
b lay sict unto Death
ehs ran fass thruagh ths familiar ianss Into
TIE city 6hs wa pOs vsry snrS wb9s Rarb
wsa, but shs had ths nams elaar and Arm,
and shs knew that psopss wsrs always coming
and going thence and thithsr. % that shs Lad
no tear shs should not find Il
She went straight to the big. busy. bswild-
estng place In the Leopold quarter wherv the
iron hor~s fumed every day and uigh, along
the Iron wayA She had never besn there
befors but she know Il was BY that great
highway that the traffic 10 Paris was carried
on. and she knew that II would carry psopls
also - we'll
There we're bells changing lighes flashing,
and crowds pushing and shouting a. shc ran
up--a little gray figure, with the lantern
spark glimmering like any tiny glow worm
sstray In gas lii city
ITO Parish She asked, entreatingly. going
where she saw others going. to little grated
wicket In . wall
Twenty seven francs-quickl" they d.
mnnded Of her
Bebes gave Q great cry, and stood still.
trembling and trying not To sob aloud She
had never thought Of money shs had forgot
ten that youth and strength and love aud
willing feet and piteosls prayers-ail went Tor
nothing m this world h made,
A hope dashed on her. and glad thought
she ioosed the silver buckles and held them
out
would you take thessI They are worth
much more"
There WIS q derisive laughter, some ono
hade her with an oath begone, rough shoul-
dcrs jostled her away She stretched her
arms out piteously.
Take me--oh, pray take mel | will 70
with the sheep. with the catus-only. only
take mel"
But In the rush and roar none needed her;
some thief snatched the silver buckles from
her hand, and made Off with them and wns
lost In the throng. a great iron beast rushed
by her, snorting fame and believing smoke;
there was a roll like thunder, and all was
dark, the night express had passed on Its way
to Paris
Bebee stood still, crushed for a moment
with the noise and the cruelty and the sense
Of absolute desolation. she scarcely noticed
that the buckles had becn stolen. she had
only one thought-to get to Paris
"Can | never go without moneyr' she
asked at the wicket the man there glanced q
momeut, with q touch Of pity, at the little
wistful face
'The least IL twenty francs--surely you
must know thatr' he said. and shut his graf
ing with clang
Bebee turned away and went out OF the
great, cruel, tumultuous place; her heart
ached and her brain was giddy, but tho sturdy
courage Of her nature rose to need
There Is no way at all to go without
money to Paris, supposef' she asked Of ON
old woman whom sho knew a little, who sold
nuts and little pictures Of saints and wooden
playthings under the trees In the avenue hard
by
The old woman shook her head
"Ehf-no, dear There d nothing to DO
done anywhere In the world without money.
Look. cannot get litre Of nuts to sell un-
less pay beforehand"
"Would 1t be far to walkr'