Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1889-05-09

disappearing carriage.
And he never once thanked me-, she
/ thought. But never mlnd,' poor old
man. I dare say he was too much
stunned and confused to think Of any.
ing but his own peril and danger
So H,lda went her way to school
thinking no more of the little adven-
ture she had and old Kenneth Raymond
returned to his palatial home.
who was the little girl that helped
me up when I fell?' he asked abruptly
of the footman, as be was cnce more
snugly established in his easy chair in
the beautiful library Of the Fifth. Ave.
nue. mansion where he lived.
'Sirr CALCULATED the faithful Antho-
ny, staring hopelessly at his master.
The pretty little girl with the golden
hair-where is she. say?'
Indeed sir, don't know, answered
the servant, scratching his head.
Well, find out, and bring her here.
l want to thank her for her Kindness
She wiped my muddy face with her own
little cambric handkerchief, bless her
dear heart
Where be l to inquire. sir? demand.
ed Anthony.
Where? How do know, you block.
head? That's your business, not mine.
| want to see her, that's enough for you
to know.
And Anthony went down stairs in
some perple1ity to confer with his fel-
low servants.
For master do grow more unreason.
able every year Of his life,' said poor
Anthony. why don't he set me to
find a needle in hay nov at once and
be done with it? Why, l never seed the
little things face.
'P'raps he'll foget all about it. SAID
the cook. old folks is apt to take up
notions quick, and drop 'em just as
quick. l would't fret about it, Tony,
if WAS YOU
But old Kenneth Raymond did not
forget this one particular caprice of his
grabbed old age. Day after he drove
out in the satin lined barouche with
the ayowsd purpose Of seeking for the
little golden. haired damsel who had
come to his rescue on that November
day-evening after evening he bitterly
rallied at the luckless Anthony for his
stupidity in not aiding to further the
search
Why don't you advertise in the pa
pers, sir p at last suggested Anthony,
driven to frenzy by his masters chang.
ing moods and fancies.
Advertise for the little girl who
picked up clumsy old blockhead tart,
ly retorted MIR. Raymond. Get out ol
my sight. you idiot! do believe you
are going to have soltening of the
BRAN!
And it won be no fault of my mas
ters if l don't thought poor Anthony
as he precipltately obeyed Mr.. Ray
mond IS bequsst.
4 like that girl, said the old mall
to himself, as he sat staring at the An
thrac,te coal fire which he insisted OH
having in the library, the room whore
he sat most, although the house was
at summer atmosphere with furnace
heated registers. i should like to
adopt her for my own-a little golden
haired soft-voiced thing-and, if her
parents objected, l could easily buy EN-
up. Money will DO anything nova
days, and I've taken a fancy to the
child
The very next day. as fate and for
tune had decreed it, Hilda Kendall
tripping down Broadway on her return
from matching spool Of violet colored
silk for her sister, ran across almost
under the noses of the high stepping
Raymond horses.
'Hellor CALCULATED old Kenneth 1t
is she herself! Child! Little girl !
Somebody stop that little girl with the
yellow hair!'
And IN another minute llilda was
leaning over the door Of the carriage
which had been drawn up along sid'
of the curb-stonc.
Did you speak to me, sir? askes
Hlda, coloring scarlet and scarcely
believing her own ears.
Yes, did, said the old gentleman
you picked me up two weeks ago, and
diln't thank you
OH are you that gentleman said
Hilda, innocently.
Yes, am said Mr.. Raymond
sWhnre do Won live p