Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-08-18

had to keep a watchful eye over them and
see that none of them got lost, But one day
big wolf got among the flock and when
the sheen saw the blocdthirsty animal they
ran away and not one of them could ever De
found again. When Marguerite saw the
wolf and what he had done. she began to
cry most pitifully. Trembling from head
to foot with fear she slowly returned to her
uncle's cottage. Heruncle was harsh and
stern man and Marguerite knew that ne
would be angry with her, because the sheep
were lost.
.Where is your fock?" he asked the
child as soon as she approached the house.
She told him in a very few words what
had happened. But there never was more
angry man in the world than that little glrl's
uncIe First he seolded her and accused
her of laziness and carelessness. The more
he RACED and stormed the more his passion
ate temper grew. Then he took hold OF
Marguerite by her hair, which hung down
her hack in a long, beautiful black plalt.
The cruel man pulled her to the ground and
hurt her most awfully. But he was not sat-
isied vet. He went into his yard and got a
stick and when he came back gave her
severe beating All this time the poor, In
uocent child cried in the most pitiful man.
ner.
"Uncle. nv uncle" she said, ''please let
me alone; it was not my fault that the Woi
came among the sheep.
But the heartless brute of a man had no
feeling of mercy.
"Get out of nv housep' he cried at last
when his arms were tired with beating the
child and he nearly lost his breath In his
outburst of passion. "Get away from here
L. Nvnn
you bring my sheep back:
Marguerite then turned away and hur-
RED from the place as fast as she could.
Although she did not know where to go,
she was nevertheless glad to get away, be-
cause nobody would be fond OF place
where such a cruel and inhuman man lived.
The child ran straight into the forest, but
it was so lar away, that she was nearly dead
with fatigue when she got there. Here she
sat down under big tree ana pegan 10
think what to do next.
'Oh. YOU cruel, cruel uncle? she began
to cry. ito beat and strike me as hard as
you did, and SO wrongfully, too. What
would nv darling mother say If she knew
the hard life 1 have had since she has been
dead! But what am l TO do now? No
homo no friends, no place to live, no
bread to eat. Surely 1 shall die of hunger
very soon, because in this LONELY forest there
is no food nor shelter for me-"
Thus the Door LITTLE Marguerite broke out
into lamentations. The tall big trees shook
their crowns of heavy foliage backward
and forward and gave vent to their SYM
pathy in a deep, rustling sound. Even the
blades of grass at her feet began to wilt and
Either when they heard the pltitul utter
ances of sorrow and woe from the little
girls lips.
Suddenly the sound of light footstep
fell on Marguerite's ear and looking up she
observed the form of a beautiful woman
coming along through the trees. For
moment the child was afraid and she got up
to run away. But just then the vision
called out: 'Do not be afraid, my child, no
harm will befall you from mel"
The soft, sweet voice of the Lady at once
reassured Marguerite and So sat down
again awaiting the stranger approach.
Noticing the dishevelled appearance OF the
girls hair, her red eyes filled with tears and
the marks of violence from the uncle's beat
ing on her bare arms the lady said:
"What has been done to YOU, my chlld?'
Marguerite then related the story of her
life In her own artless, childless manner,
and when she told the stranger of the Ill
treatment she had received from her uncle,
the lady was touched to tears. Large pearls
of liquid crystal rolled down her soft, plnky