Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1892-03-10
YH0s. ADAMS, PR OPRIET0 r.

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Almost min raculo lously the child
Twas saved from an accident anc
1 pursued her way along the busy
.Estreets, until a large sign on {
building opposite her attracted
Iher attention. That looks like
1.-The place mama told me" she
said to herself, stopping q moment
on the edge of the pavement t.
spell the name on the sign. i
was laborious work, but wher
finished she .clapped her hands in
lioy, ran across the street and en-.
tered the building.
Eric Boynton sat writing a pro.
found editorial at his desk in his
private Office. Suddenly the still
ness of the room was broken by q
clear, piping little voice saying:
ssY ou are bad man! A oery bad
man.l'
The busy editor dropped his pen
full of ink on the half finished
page, and looked aroundin aston
Iishment to find the owner of the
accusing voice.
Turning in his chair, he saw a
diminutiye figure before him; q
tiny maid with deep blue eyes,
with a halo of golden hair that
curled around her head, her dainty
white frock soiled by the duet Of
the city streets, stood gazing up at
him.
The small hands were clasped
and unclasped nervously as she
felt the keen gaze of the editor up
on her. Her composure was dis
turbed and her voice quivered, as
making an effort to be brave, she
began again: "Why do you send
back my sweet mama's pretty
stories and make her cry? She
shan't never, no, necer, send you
any more, and I've come to tell
you you're naughty, bad man
a bad editor-man. There!"
The quiyering voice had gained
strength, and the violet eyes now
looked defantly at the astonished
Eric
ssWhat do you mean, little one?n
he asked kindly trying to draw
IFredric towards him s.
aae resisted s. ou made
un6ap Fy s!sS;: s
and she don't eyer cry?' She said
illogically.
"Tell me all about it, dear, I'm
sure I'm not the bad, ugly man
you're looking for he begged,
smiling down on the mothers
brave champion. Drawn irresista-
bly toward him, Fredrica told her
story, and before it was finished
she was on Eric's knee, her little
hand clasped in his big one, her
burdened heart unaccountably
At the end of her re-
cital the big editor gave a growl
that frightened Fredrica greatly,
and almost made her jump off his
knee, But when she looked upI
ne was Smiling
.'I'm not fine man who sees the
Fredrica," he said, "but-we
will see about your mama's story,
and make it all right. 1t is high
time now you were at home, for
somebody will be terribly alarmed
if she gets back and finds her lit
tie Fredrica has mysteriously dis
Do you know the way
homer"
@oh, yes" Fredrica replied,
ayou just go down to the next cor
ner and the next one, the same
alike, and another, and maybe
another, and you're there"
Eric looked grave, but found
that she knew their address, al
though she could not tell very ac-
curately how to reach it. He
took the child by the hand and
passed out of the building. Fred
rica talked gaiiy on the way, tell
ing about Mrs. johnson, the twins
across the way, and of mama; of
the latter she couldn't say half
enough of praise and admiration.
Her heart was full of joy, for she
had the big mans promise that he
would "see about" her mothers
stories, and she was sure all
would be right.
Boynton halted at a florists and
bought pretty bunch of roses for