The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1891-09-09
CLARISSA'S RESCUE.
How q Famous Talking Doll was Saved
from Watery Grave.

CIAKISSA'S HESCOE.
How Famous Talking Doll was Saved
from q Watery Grave.
A clean, safe, shining beach where
each wave, as it rolled in, seemed to
try to Guido the other waves in gently
smoothing the bright sand.
A big, good-natured Newfoundland
dog, with wooden pail in his mouth,
and trotting by his side sweet little
girl.
"My gracious me, Rover" said Amy
his name was only Rover. but she al
ways called him My gracious me,
Rover"-I guess it's lucky we didn't
bring Amanda; the wind would snarl
her curls, and if she got sand in her
shoes it would make her real cross"
The beach was in full view from the
summer cottage where Amy's mother
and Amanda could see the little girl at
my moment.
After digging, with Rover's earnest
help, big hole, and piling up the sand
so as to make kind of throne, Amy
began to gather treasures to place
around it. Rover was equally inter-
ested in this, and We'd with her in find
ing the biggest shells. and these were
arranged around the throne with
smooth pebbles and bits of seaweed;
but the seaweed was what Rover most
liked hunting for, and he was not con-
tented with dragging up the pieces
which were already on the shore, but
insisted on swimming in the beautiful,
cool, green waves after bits of floating
weed; while Amy, wild with Joy,
danced up and down Selling the pieces
as soon as they were out of the wet,
and urging Rover to renewed efforts.
Suddenly he swan further ont than
usual, and seemed to be after mys-
terious object bobbing up and down in
the waves in a most comical way. It
almost seemed alive, and Amy fancied
she could see it give signals of distress;
then some wave, larger than usual,
would for moment entirely conceal it.
But Rover was not to be daunted, and
on he swan; finally he turned and went
round in a circle; then she knew he
must be examining it. Suddenly he
went straight at it, then big wave
with roar splashed over him, and botl
he and the mysterious object disap
peared. But water has no terrors for {
Newfoundland dog, and moment Later
Rover, with something in his mouth
doomed up over the breakers, and quick
ly reached the shallow water. wber,
he stood for an instant, proud as ;
king, while Amy, on seeing what hi
held, dropped her pail and shovel il
amazement
And what do you suppose it was?
A great, big, yellow-haired doll! Yes
real doll; clothed in what was once
a beautiful gown.
With a cry of establishment Am,
rushed for the treasure and pressed her
all dripping wet. in her warm arms
The poor dolly's eyes were closed ant
she seemed very cold.
Then Amy remembered the rules sh,
had heard about how to revive people,
who were nearly drowned. First sh,
laid the doll down on the hot sand, an,
gently patted her back, while lot O
water came out of her mouth.
Next, she quickly took off some o
her wet clothes, which, even in her ex
element, she noticed were very ricl
and fashionable Then, after givin,
her a gentle rubbing, she remembers
the pictures of rolling a half-drowne'
person over barrel, so she seized he
little wooden pail and began rolling tn,
doll on it. Suddenly she heard yer.
faint, queer voice saying:
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How-I-won-der-wh
'My gracious me-" almost yelle,
Amy, holding the doll at arms length
"How 1 wonder what you are! M,
Amanda can say papa and mamma, bu
l never before heard a poetry doll.
And even Rover, who had been mos
interestedly watching Amy's effort
gave surprised bark.
But in . moment Amy was workin
with renewed energy over the wet dol
whose eyes were now wide open, an
again the strange voice spoke, saying
"Break, break, break,
On the cold, gray stones, o sea!'
Poor dolly" said Amy, almost cry
ing now with sympathy and excite
ment. "She must be out Of her hea
and don't yet know she is saved fror
> the ocean" And Rover, who SCENE
. equally anxious, licked the dolly's colo
wet face.
Amy realized the next thing was I
I wrap her up warmly, and let her res
so placing her little cape softly aroun
? her, she Rugged the doll in her arm
and seated herself in the pile of he
sand.
1t was a warm morning, and the har
work had made Amy feel good de,
tired also. She found it very comfor
; able to sit quietly, holding the rescue
dsl, with Rover lyiEs 81 her side.