The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-12-26

dat fiddle dat one part my liie-w'ni
goin' live wen be dead Dieu mercii
You talkin' too fas', Fifine."
well, I'm goin' do some'in' wild dat
fiddle, va" returned the daughter
only half Modified. Mine wat say. :
So once when there we're great carry
ings-on up at the big plantation--nc
end OF ladies and gentleman from tn,
city, riding, driving, dancing, and
making music upon all manner OF in
struments-Fifine, with the fiddle in
it's flannel bag, stole away and up &c
the big house where these festivities
were in progress.
No one noticed at first the little
barefoot girl seated upon step of the
veranda and watching. lynx-eyed, fol
her opportunity.
"It's one fiddle got for SELL" she
announced, resolutely, to the first
who questioned her.
1t was very funny to have a shabby
little girl sitting there wanting to sell
q fiddle. and the child was soon sur.
rounded.
The lustreless instrument was
brought forth and examined, FIRST
with amusement, but soon very
seriously, especially by three gentle
men: one with very long hair that
hung down, another with equally long
hair that stood up. the third with no
hair worth mentioning.
These three turned upside down and
almost inside out. They thumped
upon it and listened. They scraped
upon it, and listened. They walked
into the house with it, and out of the
house with it, and into remote corn
ers with it. All this with much put
ting of heads together. and talking
together in familiar and unfamiliar
languages. And, finally, they sent FL
fine away with a fiddle twice
as beautiful as the one she had
brought. and roll OF money besides!
The child was dumb with astonish-
ment, and away she flew. But when
she stopped beneath a big Chinaberry-
tree to further scan the roll OF money,
her wonder was redoubled. There
was far more than she could count,
more than she had ever dreamed Of
Certainly enough to top
the old cabin with new shingles; to
put shoes on all the little bare feet
and food into the hungry mouths.
Maybe enough-and Fifine' heart fair
ly jumped into her throat at the vision
enoughto buy Blanchette and
her tiny calf that Unc' Simeon wanted
to SELL
ats jis like you says, Fifine, muir
INJURED old Cleophat, huskily, when he
hal played upon the new fiddle that
night. "It's one fine fiddle; an like
you say, it shine like satin. But some
way or udder, tan de same. Yair,
Fifine, take it-put it side l b'lieve,
me, lam goin' play de fiddle no mo- p
Harper's Young Folks.
Sultan's Unfortunate End.
Some people are inclined to regard
the number thirteen as unlucky, and
it is certain that Sultan found a great
deal of i'll luck in his thirteenth year.
Sultan was n sheperd dog-a large
black fellow-and he lived just thir-
teen years. The home of his mistress
was in New Jersey, and on the last
morning in August he was
united and allowed to go on a ramble.
came, but no Sultan, and the
neighbors were notified of his unusual
absence by his anxious owners. He
was much admired, and O large numb
81 of acquaintance wondered where
be could be.
Not far away, in place called Mine
Hill, were some mines; and on the
following Monday, as the superintend-
ent was passing deserted shalt, he
heard q faint whine, and looking down,
saw Sultan seated on narrow ledge
Of rock, about 160 feet below the
evel of the earth. Below HIM was q
pool of water into which the poor
log had probably fallen, and the
next day another of the. miners
saw him swimming about the water ina
vain endeavor to find some means of
escape. Day after day the water sub
sided until lt,nearly reached the level
Of the shaft, which was about 400
eet deep, and Sultan followed the wa
Ter, dropping from ledge to ledge. 1t
vas impossible to offer any assistance
20 the poor fellow, for the shaft was
Unsafe, and though braveyoung min
,r offered to attempt rescue, the
would not allow him
20 risk his lite.
So it went on for days and weeks,
Ind Sultan was slowly starving to
leath, for no food could reach him.
He had disappeared behind the jut-
ing lodges, and all that told OF his
presence was faint whine. But moth.
ng could be done an account of the
danger to human life, and as the days
passed, the pitiful whimper Of the dog
rev fainter and fainter. Plenty OF
were made. but none were
and the last news was
hat Sultan had to be left to his
ate.
Train the Girls.
When girl is 10 years old she
hould be given household duties to