Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-09-19
ON A MERRY-GO-ROUND.
It Started in q Whirl and Ended
in a Wedding.

-1nere IS no uSo OF talking Deuldn,
Amy Anstruther said, as she buttoned
up her ulster. Anything like matri-,
monial negotiation is so distasteful to,
me that would not marry the king of
Siam to please anybody"
THE king of siam-well, noP said,
Beulah, smiling. But Robert Craig
is not Monaghan, my dear. He is
rich and good looking and clever as can
| be-"
''Bah!'' said Amy as she knotted her
vail above the fluffy coil of blonde
hair. "I almost hate him already"
THAT is what he said about your.
Bculah observed, coolly.
Then he has some sense" Amy re-
piled. Come, Beulah, let us alone!
There is no use of trying to strike an
Anstruther-Craig alliance just for the
sake of raking up the family arms.
What do we Americans care for the
duke of Anstruther and the earl of
| Craig? My grandfather kept a shop,
you know, and Henry Craig was a
| Wholesale shoe manufacturer. You
might as we'll let us go on being COM.
mon. There! I'm all ready. Where's
Diclzy?"
An infant warwhoop in the hall was
her reply.
With the small author of that yell
she went to the merrygo-round pavil-
ion, but the ring of flying animals had
just started, and Amy and Diclxy sat
down to wait. Near them was little
girl, perfect fairy, in white, with long,
floating hair and pleading eyes.
Please, Uncle Bert, won't you let
me go?'' she coaxed gentleman be-,
side her 81 won't get hurt. Seel
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. L
couldn't think of letting you go alone"
The child was silent; but Amy saw
great tears rolling down her checks,
and said, very quickly: "If you don't
mind, your little girl can go with our
Diclsy. Dicky, 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
gentlem an inquired, looking at Amy.
ooh, yes; it is perfectly safe. Let
| ner go. one WILL CulOy ~.
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.
Como back tomorrow" said DicLy
Hospitality. eve come here every
afternoon, don't we, Aunt Amy?"
Amy blushed.
Il am certainly very much obliged
to you, Master Dick" said the gentle
man, warmly.
Amy bowed rather nervously ant
hurried away.
The merry go-round grew more ant
more attractive. Dicky spent child
fortune on it, and Charlotte rode ever,
animal in the caravan. Amy AM
Uncle Bert" in the meanwhile
J talked and-took care of the children.
Suppose we try it this timer" h
said, one afternoon, weeks later, whel
the children mounted their woodel
steeds.
Would you like to?" Amy said
smiling. ''Do you prefer an ostrich o
r lion?"
q "Oh, shall stand up, thank you!
he replied. "How shall you ride?"
"In a sleigh, if you please. 1 an
, not so rash as to mount one of thos
fiery animals"
. The bell struck and the organ tega
to grind out Rock ably, Baby"
Amy laughed in spite of hersel
I L e L
" Round and round they went.
GLOW do you like it?" Amy asked.
He shook his head.
II feel like q singing top" he saiC
obviously.
Better sit down." she said, but h
u not nova
Y Once more they spun round.
~ Amy's escort uttered low exclam
ton and staggered against the feet {
the horse.
81 am horribly giddy," he said, fain
49, ly.
n Take care!" she cried, reaching OF
y her hand. 'This wayp'
lie took step toward her. His fax
was deadly pale.
rible this ISL
The next moment there was a CT
=. from the spectators in the pavilion. L
= had fallen at the feet of the horse ar
the flying wheel flung him off with tie
riblc force upon the floor.
There was wild excitement in a m
ment.
Amy felt herself getting DEATH
sick when she saw him lying there m
/. tionless.
The organ stopped. Everybot
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