The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1892-06-10

1A< hoccH ~ more than nny OF thcm.~
he soliIoquixcd. a. tanning his red face
violently with his hat he paused be-
tore an open door upon the second
floor. Pcering into the room, he saw
lying upon heap Of something upon
the floor q little, st!ll figure: SO ssill. in-
deed, and with such a pinchcd white
face that for moment he fancicd II
lifelcss Suddenly, however, Liz for
She II was) opened her eyes and re-
gnrdcd him hxedly. but without sur
prise. She knew the policeman well.
n he came often to the ALLEY, and she
was wondering now, idly enough, what
had happened.
But the policeman. who. after all.
had q kind heart beneath his official
blue coat, came into the room, and,
STOPPING beside her. said, kindly: you
amt sick, are your
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 . milder tone:
who'd You come for"
.You." answered the policeman,
smiling at his own wit. 1--WE war
rant for you. and shouldn't wonder If
you got thirty days or more"
Liz loc.ed at the big man with an
expression Of whitening scorn. Did he
expect her 70 laugh at this poor joke?
She was not in a laughing mood, il 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
| II You will 50 into the country for a
| spell. One of them fresh air women
came to me this morning and said she
7; had a fine place in the country for some
poor child. thought Of you. VIII
| you go?"
! a great wave of color dyed the child
pale cheeks. The country, where grew
those miles OF flowers. She to 60 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 moppcd his face again
and turned 10 60
Tell your sister when she comes
home that III come for you tomorrow.
You'll be put upon the ears and some
one will meet you at the other end. M
danger It's all straight. Wish ! was
going myself"
Fairyland still exists, notw;thstand'
ing the verdict of sundry skeptics TO the
contrary. 1t was located that summer
Just twelve miles from Shea's alley. II
anyone doubts IL, let him ask Liz.
Oh. the birds that were there. and thu
flowers (if not in miles. vet in plentiful
supply, and the grand old trees, ant
the green grass. through whose crcs
went lazy ripple every time the vino
blew. As for the tiny, golden-wingcs
creatures that fitted about, here, there
and everywhere. why, if they were no
called fairies. but butterflies instead
the difference was only in the name
The FIRST long breath which Liz drew
in this wonderful place seemed TO in
toxicate her strangely. She gave on
little smotEered cry, and then tap, tap
tap. went the little crutch. faster an'
faster. and before her wondering com
panion realized her intention. she ha'
rushed to a particularly thick bed Q
clover and flung herself face downwar'
into its fragrant depths. Happy Liz
Here was her dream come true. Her
was what she wanted 50 long. all he
life. for that matter. although she ha'
not quite known II until now. Shea
alley, with its heat and noise and pain