The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1891-06-27

that she grew tired and begrlmmed
with her task? She nearly lost all
hope of making the sign board show
itself over the garden wall. 1t
would not stand alone and she could
not stand there forever holding it.
And while she nearly cried with dis
couragement she suddenly saw
way out of her difficulties.
She would Climb upon the wall
and hammer the stake into the
ground. She had a hammer, the
very thing she needed
Her legs were short, but she
managed to get upon the wall and
was soon at work. The stake went
into the ground at every blow of her
hammer. Thc board was almost in
place when Dorothy, poor Dorothy!
came to grief.
"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
hi'u - uhipAl bu"pAS H'ti IL great idll.
and SO had Dorothy. She never
knew how it happened that she lost
her balance, but she did lose it and
went off the wall, over into the
garden, with a cry that would have
touched heart of stone.
Now it happened gentleman was
coming up the Papineau highway.
He had strong limbs that carried him
over the ground at rapid pace,
while the sun shone down upon him
and his eyes laughed as if there was
sunshine in his heart. But before he
reached his journeys end he heard
a dreadful little cry and, he knew
that child had been hurt. He was
too good and compassionate to con.
tinue on his way while the matter
was unexplained He stopped a
moment and he saw Dorothy.
She was lying on the ground in a
wretched little heap. Her poke
bonnet was a complete week and
would never again proudly reach up
to the postmaster window. She
was very white, and her arm was
broken. She did not know that it
was her Uncle Harold who laid her
upon her mothers bed, and thenran
for surgeon to mend the broken
arm. Dotthy Dare had tainted.
When she was better her Uacle sat
at her bedside and asked why she had
painted the sign. Dorothy wasn't much
of a talker, so she only salt she had
done it because the Sliding Bank had
tailed. Her uncle took her hand
and looked very kindly into her shy
little face.
Dorothy, he said, your sign board
has gone to make fire-wood, and you
think your splendid plan has failed.
Your apron is spoiled, your bonnet is
ruined, and, worst of all, your arm is
broken. You think your work has only
brought pain and expense to your
mother when you meant to help her.
You think you have brought a doctor
to the house with bill as long as YOUR
little broken arm. There, don't cry,
pet, before have finished. After all,
your efforts have done much good
They have set me to thinking md to
asking questions. l have learned about
the Sliding Bank, about the visitors
who came SO regularly, and boarders
who never come at all. 1t is well that
should know all this. | am alone.
Dorothy | have home in Colorado
that needs housekeeper like your
mother aud little glrl like you to make
it cheerful. When you are stronger l
will take you both home with me. We
will be very happy there, Dorothy, and
will be able to have company and to
pay all our bills, even if the Sliding
Bank never resumes payment.
Dorothy laughed joyous!y, and the
laugh was echoed by her mother.
And l think the sun never shone
upon happier group than that in
Dare's cottage, even while one of the
trio was bankrupt and another had a
broken arm.