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Lost Lima,
OR
TILE BITTER And THE SWEET.
4 Tale Of Two Continents.
SY MRS. NINA LAWSON.
CHAPTER XVIII.

CHAPTER XVIII.
"Oh, muses., muses., for de heben's
sake what am yo' poo diggar agowin'
te do? De vury ingels Of de hebens
am acomin' down heer, an am now at
de vury gates Oh dis house"
"Thomas, what do you mean? Are
you i'll this morn ng, or has this beau.
tiful, clear, frosty weather aroused
your feelings, and caused you to come
to me, jesting in this manner?"
"No, mum; I'ss not i'll, neider am !
afoolin', but am in de deepest kim O
arnest. Eff yo' am not ab.levin me,
come along an see fur yo'self; 1 tell
yo' she am at de gate"
What can you mean, Thomas? What
you say is impossible, and more than
that, you never saw an angel, and OF
course you do not know what they are
Like"
"Of course, mum, I never sees an
angel afore, but dis un must be one,
cause it looks jist like what my big
book says them am. Yo' see, I was
Q brusin' de snow of! oh de walk, an, ',
LID O. mercy, when I comes to de gate,
dere wus on de step o mighty big,
rough-lookin' sort O. box, an I jist
pulled up de lid, an, LID O. mercy, de
purt1est pictur' eber did set me eyes
on was was in dat box.
"'Twas an angil, mum, wild de pur-
fiest yallar curls, an de purtiest white
face dat eber was. Now, mum, come
along an see fo' yo'self."
Something in Toms manner caused
Mrs. Bristol to think more seriously of
the matter, and she threw fur-ined
circular over her head and shoulders,
and followed Tom to the front gate.
To her great surprise, there was the
box that her servant had described, and
when he raised the Lid she shrank back,
uttering faint scream. Her face was
as white as the snow at her feet, and
she was trembling from head to foot.
Sure enough, there in that miserable
looking box was human being, or, was
It as Tom had said: "An angel from de
Hebens above?'
The old lady could scarcely believe
her own eyes, neither could she i'm
egine how the box and its inmate could
have got there.
Certainly stranger thing had never
happened before, and Tom was GER
tainly right, for prettier picture she
had never seen.
AS Mrs. Bristol stood gazing down at
the pale, beautiful face, the heavy eye
lids were raised, and two great beauti-
iul dark eyes looked steadily into hers,
"Uh, you are another Stranger, but
vou look kind" and the tears came into
tenora's eyes, ,.
Just then little gust OF wind swept
across the lawn, and tossed about the.
golden curls that were scattered over
the pillow.
"Oh, oh! am so chilly, and where
where nm II" She raised upon her
elbow and gazed round over the spark
ling bed of snow; but, seeing her sur
roundings, she realized that something
terrible had happened. She sank back
on her pillow, paler than ever, while
the heavy lids dropped, and she scarce
ly seemed to breathe.
Mrs. Bristol watched her closely, and
rs Lenora sank back exhausted, the
tears came into this good, kind, noble
woman's eyes, and she said:
"Thomas, bring the young lady into
the house, and take her to my room.
i see she is i'll, and does not know how
she came here, and I will take care of
her as if she were my own until she is
better. Poor, beautiful girl. fear
ahe has had much trouble in her short
life."
Mrs. Bristol was a widow, and an
English lady; her former home was
Sheffield, England, but, preferring the
free, beautiful lands of the United
States, she had concluded to make it
her home.
Being a lady of great wealth, she
made her home, the Bristol estates,
very beautiful
The Bristol mansion and estates were
arranged entirely in the English style,
and Mrs. Bristol, woman of aristo-
cratic nature, was beautiful mistress
for 30 grand home.
The grounds were spacious and
beautiful, situated about two miles
north of Michigan City, and on the
bank of Lake Michigan.
The neat little tenant houses could
be seen scattered here and there over
the estates, while from the tall, narrow
chimneys the blue smoke slowly curled
It's way upwards out of sight.
What pretty sig II the large, mug
cular colored servant made, with Lenora
tightly clasped in his arms, and he1
bright golden curls scattered over his
shoulder, looking, in the sunlight, like
a great pile of the pure dust. -,
The trio had reached the great hall
door, and were ascending the broad
marble steps to MI y Bristol's private
rooms.
"Lay her down gently, Thomas; there,
that will do, and you did very nicely.
1t is necessary that physician should
see her, and you may go to the city I'LL
Il L.