The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1891-09-19
ON A MERRY-GO-ROUND.
It Started in Whirl and Ended
in a Wedding.

me that | would not marry the king of
Siam to please anybody"
"The king of Siam-well, NOT said
Beulah, smiling. But Robert Craig
is not Mongolian, my dear He is
rich and. good 10 skiing and clever as can
be-
BAH" said Amy, as she llnotted her
vail above the fluffy coil of blonde
hair. II almost hate him already"
THAT is what he said about youw
Beulah observed, coolly.
Then he has some sense" Amy re-
Piled Come, Beulah, let us alonel
There is no use of trying to strike an
AnstrutherCraig alliance just for the
sake of ral1ing up the family arms.
What do we Americans care for the
duke of Anstruther and the earl of
Craig? My grandfather kept shop,
you know, and Henry Craig was
wholesale shoe manufacturer. You
might as well let us go on being com
mon. There! I'm all ready Where's
Dicky?"
An infant warwho'op in the hall was
her reply.
With the small author of that yell
she went to the merry-go.round pavil-
ion, hut the ring of flying animals had
just started, aud Amy and d iclly sat
down to wait. Near them was "a little
girl, perfect fairy, in white, with long,
tioating hair and pleading eyes.
please, Uncle Bert, won't you let
me go?' she coaXed gentleman be-
side her. 81 won't get hurt. See!
There's Nellie Graham riding a camel
all alone. Please let me go.'
Charlotte, you mustn't ask me,
dear. Your mother told me to take
care of you, and don't know what
she thinks of merry -go-rounds.
couldn't think of letting you go alone"
The child was silent; but Amy saw
great tears rolling down her cheeks,
and said very quickly: "If you don't
mind, your little girl can go with our
Dicly. Diclly, you'll take care of her,
won't you, dear? Dichy's an old merry
go-rounder.'
'ohr' cried Charlotte. May l,
Uncle Bert?"
do you think it is all right?" the
gentleman inquired, looking at Amy.
"oh, yes; it is perfectly safe. Let
her go. She will enjoy it,
The gong rung, and Dicky held out
out his hands. THE Little Fisher
maiden" was ground out gayly from
the organ, and Charlotte mounted the
camel.
Amy found her companion delight
full 1t was five o'clock when the
children came back, with their tickets
all gone,
Come back tomorrow" said Diclly,
Hospitality. eve come here every
afternoon, don't we, Aunt Amy?"
Amy blushed.
II am certainly very much obliged
to you, Master Dick" said the gentle
man, warmly.
Amy bowed rather nervously and
hurried away.
The mery-goround grew more and
more attractive. Diclty spent child's
fortune on it, and Charlotte rode every
animal in the caravan. Amy and
Uncle Bert" in the meanwhile,
talked and-toolS care of the children.
Suppose we try it this time?" he
said, one afternoon, weeks later, when
the children mounted their wooden
steeds.
Would you like to?" Amy said,
smiling. DO you prefer an ostrich or
IL lion?"
"Oh, shall stand up, thank you!"
he replied. "IIow shall you ridc?''
In a sleigh, if you please. am
not so rash as to mount one of those
fiery animals"
The bell struck and the organ tegan
to grind out "Rock-a-by, Baby"
Amy laughed in spite of herself
What would Beulah say if she knew?
Round and round they went.
How do you like it?" Amy asked
lie shook his head.
II feel like II singing top he said,
obviously.
Better sit down." she said, hut he
not move.
Once more they spun round.
Amy's escort uttered a low eXclama.
tion and staggered against the feet of
the horse.
81 am horribly giddy," he said, faint
ly.
Take care!' she cried, reaching out
her hand. "This wayw
He took step toward her. His face
was deadly pale.
Good heavens!" he cried. elbow hor-
rible this ISL
The next moment there was cry
from the spectators in the pavilion. He
had fallen at the feet of the horse and
the flying wheel flung him off with ter
rible force upon the floor.
There was wild excitement in mo-
ment.
Amy felt herself getting deathly
sick when she saw him lying there mo-
tionless.
The organ stopped. Everybody
rushed to the scene OF the disaster.
He is badly hurt, I'm afraid" Amy
heard some one say. "Who is he?
Where does he live?'
He is my Uncle Bert" said little
Charlotte, bursting into tears. awe
live a long way from here, down at
Ventnor."
Take him to hotel" 4" some one sag
gested.
'This gentleman is friend of mine, -
said Amy with sudden resolution.
"Will some one call a carriage from
the beach? will take him to my SIS.
ter's house"
The poor fellow no7er spoke or moveG