The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1891-09-10
CLARISSA'S RESCUE.

cLARISsA'S RESCUE.
How Famous Talking Doll was Saved
from 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 a 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
any moment.
After digging, with Eover's earnest
help, big hole, and piling up the sand
so as to make kind of throne, Amy
began to gather treasures to place
dIOuHu hoSCI WAC Cduouy
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 rs 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 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 a moment entirely conceal it.
But Rover was not to be daunted, and
on he swan; finally he turned and went
round in q circle; then she knew he
must be examining it. Suddenly he
went straight at it, then big wave
with roar splashed over him, and both
he and the mysterious object disap-
peared. But water has no terrors for q
Newfoundland dog, and . moment later
Rover, with something in his mouth
doomed up over the breakers, and quick
ly reached the shallow water. where
he stood for an instant, proud as a
king, while Amy, on seeing Whist he
held, dropped her pail and shovel in
amaZement
And what do you suppose it was?
A great, big, yellow-haired doll! Yes,
real doll: clothed in what was once
beautiful gown.
With a cry of establishment Amy
rushed for the treasure and pressed her,
all dripping wet in her warm arms
The poor dolly's eyes were closed and
she seemed very cold.
Then Amy remembered the rules she
h I'd heard about how to revive people
who were nearly drowned. First she
laid the doll down on the hot sand, and
gently patted her back, while lot of
water came out of her mouth.
Next, she quickly took off some Of
her wet clothes, which, even in her ex-
element, she noticed were very rich
and fashionable. Then, after giving
her gentle rubbing, she remembered
the pictures of rolling half-drowned
person over barrel, SO she seized her
little wooden pail and began rolling the
doll on it. Suddenly she heard very
faint, queer voice saying:
'Tw inkle, twinkle, little star,
Observation-Disclosures
"My gracious me-" almost yelled
Amy, holding the doll at arms length.
"Iiow l wonder what you are! My
Amanda can say papa and mamma, but
l never before heard a poetry doll. +"
And even Rover, who had been most
interestedly watching Amy's effort
ave surprised bark.
But in moment Amy was working
with renewed energy over the wet doll,
those eyes were now wide open, and
again the strange voice spoke. saying:
"Break, break, break,
On the cold. gray stones. o seal"
"Poor dolly" said Amy, almost cry
,g now with sympathy and excite
| ment. ..She must be out Of her head
nd don't yet know she is saved from
he ocean, And Rover, who seemed
qually anxious, licked the dolly's cold,
I yet face.
Amy realized the next thing was to
wrap her up warmly, and let her rest;
placing her little cape softly around
.er, she Rugged the doll in her arms,
nd seated herself iu .he pile of hot
sand.
| 1t was warm morning, and the hard
york had made Amy feel good deal
tired also. She found it very comfort
BILE to sit quietly, holding the rescued
doll, with Rover lying at her side.
Suddenly the strange little voice be-
gan again, and Amy could hear every