The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1892-06-09
into house close at hand and ascend
ed the rickefv stairs.

GU Iuc TlChcty StdHSs
Liz needs it more than any of them"
he soliloquized, as tanning his red face
violently with his hat he paused be-
tore an open door upon the second
floor. Peering into the room, he cav
lying upon a heap of something upon
the floor a little, still figure; so still, in
Seed, and with such a pinched, white
face that for a moment he fancied it
lifeless. Suddenly, however, Liz (for
she it was) opened her eyes and re-
garded him tixedly, but without sur
prise. She knew the policeman we'll,
as he came often to the alley, and she
Was wondering now, idly enough, what
had happened.
But the policeman, who, after all,
had kind heart beneath his official
blue coat, came into the room, and,
STOPPING beside her, said, kindly: "You
amt sick, are you?'
Liz looked at him suspiciously, with
the dislike inherent in all the children
of the alley for guardian of the peace.
YES she said, irritably. I'm al.
ways sick; my back aches, and I'm so
hot" And then, in a milder tone:
Who'd you come for?'
"You," answered the policeman,
smiling at his own wit. I've war.
rant for you, and l shouldn't wonder if
you got thirty days or more"
Liz looked at the big man with an
expression of whitening scorn. Did he
expect her to laugh at this poor joke?
She was not in a laughing mood, if he
did but know it.
The policeman, seeing that she was
not disposed to be facetious, and find
ing the air of the room almost intoler-
able, decided to come to the point at
once.
Liz" he said, 1--WE come to find out
if you will go into the country for a
spell. One of them fresh air women
came to me this morning and said she
had fine place in the country FOR some
poor child. | thought of you. Will
you go?"
A great wave of color dyed the child's
pale cheeks. The country, where grew
those miles of flowers! She to go there!
She could not answer. Tears rushed to
her eyes, and great sob of happiness
rose in her throat. The look upon her
tired face, however, seemed to satisfy
the man. lie mopped his face again
and turned to go.
Tell your sister when she comes
home that I'll come for you tomorrow.
You'll be put upon the cars and some
one will meet you at the other end. Nc
danger It's all straight. Wish l was
going myself"
Eairyland still exists, notWithStand.
ing the verdict of sundry eptics to the
contrary. 1t was located that summer
just twelve miles from Sheas alley. II
anyone doubts it, let him ask Liz
Oh! the birds that were there. and the
flowers (if not in miles, yet in plentiful
supply, and the grand old trees, anc
the green grass, through whose crest
went a lazy ripple every time the vino
blew. AS for the tiny, golden-wingeo
creatures that fitted about, here, there
and everywhere, why, if they were not
called fairies, but butterflies instead,
the difference was only in the name.
she first long breath which Liz drew
in this wonderful place seemed to in.
toxicate her strangely. She gave one
little smothered cry, and then tap, tap,
tap, went the little crutch, faster and
faster, and before her wondering com.
panion realized her intention, she ha6
rushed to a particularly thick bed o.
clover and flung herself face downward
into its fragrant depths. Happy Liz
Here was her dream come true. Here
was what she wanted so long, all he,
life, for that matter, although she hac
not quite known it until now. Shea.
alley, with its heat and noise and pain