The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1890-11-27
DoLEIE's THANK YOU.
written for THE MORNING CALL.


e1LL the day the snow had fallen, softly
a. slowly drifting down
Z o'er the valley and the hillside DER the
90 city and the town;
Covering with its cold, white mantle all the sueh'
sleeping flowers, -.
Bringing to them dreams OF spring'lWe WIN Ito
gladdened, golden hours.
From the snowy. shadowy corner DolIie watched
the hurrying throng,
Some with faces sad ana ANXIOUS souie WIN ei'1
Each 700 busy or too hurried to observe the tiny
standing all alone unsheltered, in the cold Novem-
Der storm
She was tired poor little Dollie; all the day she'd
waited there.
With her roses, white and crimson, breathing per
fume on the air.
o saw the hot tears falling; no one heard the
pleading call
Buy my flowers. please, buy my roses have sold
them nearly ALP
She was cold; so cold. She wondered, up in heaven
did mamma know
How her little Dolie missed her? how she wanted
too to go?
Couldn't God spare Just one angel on this cold
Thanksgiving night,
Who would carry her to mamma? Little Dolue
thought he might.
fairy full of grace,
Came tiny little maiden with Gods sunshine In
her face.
Such q baby TO be wandering in the city street:
alone,
Like some little birding. futtering from its soft
warm nest unknown.
"Rosesl oh, how very pretty" Sweet and winning
were the words.
Like the first song in the springtime of the merry
merry birds
Dolle turned and saw the baby; saw the eager. won
dering eyes
E yes as softly blue and bonnie as the Junes OWL
sunny skies
See" she Iisped. 'Is got some money, and Ills all
my very own;
Papa SAID. make some one happy is you happy, al
alone ?"
Donie nodded; all forgotten were the munger and
the cold
Gone. so the chill, gray shadows, when out steals
the sunlight gold
Here my money If you's happy you must not for
get TO go
Straight away and thank Father for my pap;
tod me so.
Now, eoOd-by, my papa's coming, Will meet hin
Wait, IN kiss YOU" then the baby hurried on with
eager feet.
Dollie watched her, Lat in wonder; did Gods an
ge.s up above
Have such eyes, so blue and tender; have sucl
smiles, SO full of love?
She go and thank him quickly the little one
had said.
Where was he? our Dolle wondered, bending low
her golden head
Then her eyes grew bright and brighter for a strain
OF music sweet
Stole from out the grand cathedral standing farther
up the street.
"And perhaps he may be listening" thought oui
DolIe, $50 I'll go,
And I'll Just say thank you softly, am most sure
he will know"
Scarcely had she reached the portal with her eager
hurrying feet.
when sudden cry alarmed her, round the corner
Came a span of dashing horses. wilG and furious
in their fright,
And but halfway Ger the crossing stood a baby all
in white.
Sweet blue eyes now filed with terror; tiny hands
clasped tight In fear:
Come and save your baby, papa: help me. papa
papa dear -
awful fate
Saw the father hurrying onward-Would he reach
her? Be too late?
Quick thought. girllsh figure gained the cross
ing, with one bound
Caught the baby, tossed her quickly, to her father
safe and sound.
Just in time The frightened horses dashed along
the shadowy street.
And-one little form lay silent, in the cold and snow
and sleet
Tender arms appraised and held her tender tears
fell DER her head.
"She has saved my own sweet darling. Can IL be
that she is dead?'
No; at last tie brown eyes opened, and the faint
voice whispered low.
81 go and thank our Father. VIII he hear me
do you know?n
Lo sudden. sunset glory flooded all the west
sfar;
Twas if an angel passing, left the golden gates
aiar;
overhead,
Dolhe found our loving Father and, in heaven. her
Thank you" said. ALICE L. STONE
CoHstatleutlle " J., Norembey 1890.