Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-09-10

get her some milk.
She took away the brick. but there was
no money there Where had it gone
Oh, she remembered now. She had
given it 70 Mag, and Mag had struck her.
She picked up the bit of looking glass.
Yes, there was the mark across her cheek.
1t was all black and yellow, but the rest
of the face was white and thin. Biiou
was thin, too, and cried pitifully.
@rn go out and beg for you, Kitty you
shan't be hungry"
When she got up 'Liz'beth found that
she was very weak. She could hardly
stand, but she managed to get out on the
sidewalk. A woman noticed her white
face and gave her a drink.
What day is it?" asked Liz'beth.
Saturday"
Saturday. Why, then I've been
asleep two days. Isn't that funny? No
wonder Bijou is hungry. She must have
something to eat right away"
"Win you please give me a penny,
sir?" she asked of some one who had a
face which seemed kinder to her than
that of most men.
"A penny? Here you are And into
her hand fell bright new nickel.
A man stood by the counter whom
'Liz'beth had never seen there before.
He was not like the other folks whocame
there ordinarily. From long habit the
child glanced at his shoes. Yes, they
were patent leather, and the clothes were
not like those the baker wore. The face
was handsome one, in spite of the fact
that it was red and swollen and had
neither been shaved nor washed that day.
'Liz'beth forgot her hunger and stood
looking at him.
well, little one, what do you think of
me? wouldn't take prize, would l 2"
'Liz'beth started; there was something
about that voice. What was it? "Your
mouth, your hair, your eyes-I wonder if
that is what makes me love her so?'
"Sir?" said Liz beth, looking up again.
II didn't speak You were talking to
yourself. What ails you?"
Please, sir, don't know. felt queer
when went to sleep, and l slept for two
days, and hain't had nothin' to eat"
Nothing to eat for two daysl Well,
] haven't had anything to eat for
week
'Liz'beth looked at him. "Nothin' 10
eat for week! Why, he must lie awful
hungry, she thought.
She looked at the bright new nickel.
She turned it over in her dirty little fin
gers. Then she looked at the man again.
lie had not taken his eyes off her.
Poor man, he does look awful hun
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a sudden impulse, she held out her pre-
cious money.
"A weeks lots worse'n two days
can stan it little longer, guess, but I'd
like cent to get some milk for Bijou.
m you can have the rest
The stranger started. His dull eyes
opened wide and something glistened in
them.
why, you poor little beggar," he
said brokenly, and then he stopped.
Here was lesson in giving which many
self righteous ones might copy to advan.
tage. did you think didn't eat he.
cause hadn't money, baby?"
The child looked at him in wonder
She knew of no other reason why people
didn't eat, and her eyes widened still
more when the strange man put ms hand
IN his pocket and drew out big handful
of silver.
There, said he, take this and buy
barrel of milk if you like. I'll take a
drink of milk myself. 1t will be better
than what I've been taking for the past
10 days.
'Liz'beth got her milk and pie. SHE
was rich now. She hurried back to the
cellar. Bijou had ceased crying and lay
on the bit of old blanket in the corner
quite still.
Come here, Kitty, and get your milk, :"
called 'Liz'beth. But the kitten was dead.
No amount of coaxing would make it
stir, and the little girl was heartbroken.
She forgot her pie and sat looking drear-
lily out of the window through her tears.
The feet went by as usual. Suddenly
came quick step, flash of patent
leather; some one peered down through
the grating, and moment later the man
who had given her the money was beside
her. The next moment she was in his
arms and was being carried swiftly up
stairs, and then she was in carriage riding
away. 'Liz'beth did not struggle nor
scream. Why should she? The stranger
meant her no harm, else he would not
hold her so close and kiss her so wildly,
saying over and over:
THANK God! Thank Godln
The carriage few along the street, and
before Liz'beth could recover her wits
had stopped in front of beautiful house.
How the gentleman hurried up the steps.
and how he rang the bell, and when the
door opened how he flew up the stairs.
crying:
Maud, Maud, my darling, come here!
have found our babyl"
There was the story, all told in
minute-all but the part about a care
less nurse having left her charge asleeI.
in carriage while she fiirted with a
policeman. When she returned both
baby and carriage were gone. That was
five years ago, when 'Liz'beth was only
wee toddler.
Close against her mothers heart that
night lay happy child. 1t was not
fancy this time A real voice, trembling
with happy tears, crooned an old lullaby
And in the next room strong man
eobbed as he promised God from thence
forward to conquer his weakness. Mar
Garet Manton.
Bucklen's Arnica Salve.
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