Morris tribune., 1890-09-03
A CHILD BY EXPRESS.
She Was Going Way Out West 10 Live
with Her Auntie, She Said.

Che Was Going Way out "esI W A
with Her Auntie, She Said.
The car was hot and dusty. Hair O
dozen frisky children chartered anu
romped. forgetful of their own dlscom-
fort, while few of their elders-a very
few-frowned at their noisy play.
There was one little creature in this
load of human freight to whom "the
time was out of joint" A little girl OF o
or 7 years, making the long journey by
herself, neither asked nor accepted COM
panionship. Upon her breast was tightly
sewed card like this:
MARGARET wAYLAND,
to be sent to
MISS ANN HINTON,
Stockton, California
Not once did the ghost of O smile nlt
across her face, and her manner was for
bidding. Naturally, the other children
wished her to join in their games, ana 10
that end practiced many childish ART
which was lost upon her. Even the otter
of an orange, or bit Of "sample candy
which the railway sutler dropped IN her
lap, failed to tempt her.
Late that summer afternoon home
|. bound train ran into station and
stopped beside ours, so near that 1t was
easy to see its passengers. Instantly the
child sprang to her feet and began tug
ging at the window. Finding the heavy
sash stubborn, she cried out:
"Oh! please, please open this window.
There is my teacher! Don't you see herr
Somebody hastened to help, and i'm
mediately window in the neighborlng
train was thrown open and signals oi
loving recognition were exchanged.
'sOh, Miss Helen, I'm going way of
out west-to live with-auntie!" walled
the child.
ST am very sorry, dear; how does thai
happen?" came the gentle reply.
"Oh, because must! Ihave no mann
ma now, nor any home-nor anything.
Her voice was lost in tears.
Surprise and pity struggled in thu
teachers face. Her answer only reached
the ear of her little pupil, whose mex
words betrayed it's spirit.
"Oh, Miss Helen, I do try; I truly do
But am very naughty. I feel 50 here
putting her hand over her bursting
heart.
"If I could"- But before the sen
tence was finished the two trains haC
parted company and the dear teacher
was lost to sight. With a wild cry th'
little one stretched out her hands to
wards the flying train, then flung hersel
upon her face and sobbed piteously
There were no dry eyes among thos
who saw her. A sweetfaced elderly
woman, who had entered the car at tn,
last station, and now occupied a seat IL
the section with the child, wept in 81
lence, but no one dared to intrude upol
a grief SO sacred.
So Margaret cried herself to sleep un
comforted. With flushed and tear STAINED
cheeks she lay crumpled in the corner
like crushed rose. We hoped her un
conscious sighs were tightening her home
sick heart. At length she stirred. Th
sweet faced woman softly placed baske
with Maltese kitten in it close to tn
child.
"Mew! Mew!" began puss impatiently
Margaret sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Mew!' and puss poked out claw.
"Kitty Is hungry, DEAR" pleasant.
exclaimed the woman. "Will you no
give her something from your luncl
basketT'
"Yes, ma'am."
"I thought so. Pussie likes cheese,
lifting the cover. "Will you give he
some?"
Heartsick though she was, Margare
could not resist the cries of the hungr
kitten; so, by degrees, she grew friendl
enough with both puss and its mistress
When bedtime came she let her ney
friend make her ready for the night, an
| seemed content to know that puss woul
purr until morning in the very next bert
to hers. But when she awakened, a sens
of her forlorn condition once more too
possession of her, and she confded to he
companion her dread Of her new home
which was now very near.
81 had only my teacher and you. Sh
is gone, and now am going to lose yo1
too"
"Wel, Margaret, what made you loy
your teacher so?
because she loved me-" was the read
answer.
"Then aren't you going to love yol
auntie, who loves you well enough
give you home, though she has NJ
even seen your"
81 don't know"
"Oh, yes! Even puss does as much
that. You feed her, and she purs h
love in return"
"ButI don't know auntie. She's g
old maid. I Is'pose she's awfully cross.
"Ihope not, dear"
"Must love her If she is?'
"She is your dear mothers siste
Could you not love her for that"
"Change cars! Next station going
Stockholm shouted the brakesman.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!' cried Margare
seizing the woman's hand.
, "Try to be brave now; don't cry
!. drawing the trembling little figure close
II think you are beginning to love yo
old auntie already, for it is she who h
come a long way with pussy to meet h
little girl. Are you glad, Margaret"
She sat up and looked through b
tears at the woman, her face brighte
ing.
care you Miss Ann Hinton?"
{ eyes, dear"
care YOU an old maidT'