Smyrna times., 1891-09-02
The Dove in the Eagles Nest.
BY MRS. NJ. L. RAYNE.

. BY MRS. NJ. L. RAYNE.
: Go away, baby, mammals tired
run and play with the chickens and
a catch the pretty butterflies. Do Won
4 hear mamma ?" and the young mother
gave the baby a petulent push that
almost toppled the little thing over.
1t was a funny looking little women
l OF years with a long straight d,ass
That was pinned up above its little feet
so that it wouldn't trip and fail down
at eVerp step. And its arms were min
loned to its sides by tiny shawl
wound about its tiny torso-a bit of
scarlet that harmonized with the SIGHTS
ana sounds of bright October dav
ana ana above the shawl peeped a dear
little fuzzy head, solemn, round face
Dig curious eyes that questioned all
they saw, and the sweetest. daintiast
cupid-bow of the mouth that avn,
arched with laughter, or quivered with
PAIN. This was baby Lula of South
ampton farmhouse.
The farmer and his men were all at
work in distant field and the tired
young mother sought little rest ba-
lore she went out to help the strong
armed fraulein, who was at work in
the Kitchen at the back of the house
i will tell Katrina to watch Lulu -
sad the young mother to herself-tben
as she looked out on the peaceful door
yard, guarded by the huge mastiff
whose bark would announce the com.
ing of any stranger, she added quickly.
there's no danger. She will pIav for
an hour close by the steps.
And baby Lulu did play and amuse
herself after fashion of her own. The
late butterflies lured from their fast
ness by the summer warmth Of tho
DAY, lowered provokingly near the
little pink fingers that clutcbed ar
them with such futile endeavor. The
old farmyard DOrking with her late
brood of yellow chickens, walked IN to
the little one with all her pretty prog
eny tlptoeing about her, and gave
queer little notes of alarm when a sud
den cloud obscured the sun. Babv
Lulu laughed and crowed, as the ten
little chickens huddled under their
mother at her quick call, and sent ont /
llttle downy heads and bright eyes to
investigate that awful cloud which was /
coming nearer and nearer, and she was d
more pleased than ever when Jack. the S
great mastitf, came and stood over her.
jack who, fierce and ugly to everyone |
else' let her do what she would with q
hlm' She was not afraid, although +
that black cloud was close to them
now, but hid her wee face in the soft
wool on his painting sides, and laughed !
aloud. But, oh, baby Lulu, baby :
Lula ! Those who know nothing. fear =
nothing There is a deadly peril in ;;
the air and none to save or none to :
protect. II
Mrs. Ashton, the baby's mamma. -.
was sleeping when she thought she a,
heard her baby give a cry. 1t took =,
her only moment to reach the door /
and to hear from the sky above her the
lear little voice, hOarse with mortal r.
terror calling mamma mamma ln- =
As the child was borne auav-awav D
ike dove to the eagles nest on a.
he summit of southampton Noun =.
aims. "l
Shrleking, and frantic with terror. ey
ne mother ran on, holding up empty, W,
mploring hands to that horrid bulk.
essoning every moment in the dis 70
ance' but showing in relief against the no
'lue shield of the sky like bar SIMS ha
er. Now, it was just CLINT of color, d,
he red of the baby's shawl that shone -
ike spark in the ether, and poor d.
aother fancied she heard the cry that no
o often reused her Impotence. but a.,
~ NV ShO oWCCbGSb mann I
IA mamma me want your FIJI
"Oh, God give me back my baby" bu
In that ecstacy of agony, she could Sh
ot make her voice audible, and in her for
espair, with one wild cry, she awak- it
ned. There was funny little rap. RAT
ing at the door, the uncertain sound a y
baby Lulu's knuckles pounding on An
ne panels. Mrs. Ashton tore the sur
DOR open and caught the little one to as
or heart, kissing it with frantic vehe-
fence.
"Me-dOt fedder-Jack dot lots fed
ers out OBJ big chicky,'" lisped the - ~
aby. ieo
1t was an eagles feather. Mrs. Ash. To
N rubbed her eyes again and went to \
le door with her ichild in her arms. mo
he day was beautiful and serene as cal,
'er. The yellow butterflies were thr
ling lazily over the red and brown ooo
ayes. But on the threshold lay the bor
Q great mastifP licking his cruel Jaws, sert
ID held down between his huge paws eroi
As the dead and bleeding form of min
ountain eagle, the "big chicky" from nae
nose fatal talOns the faithful dog had nee
'estled baby Lulu.
This is the story that Farmer Ashton
is his visitors when they curiously %
'pect the stuffed and mounted bird mex
1T, alive, had been for years the ter the
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