Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1892-12-22
wife would be there waiting his return,
and, no doubt. still sorely troubled by

wife would be there waiting his return.
and, no doubt, still sorely troubled BY
their bereavement.
''Eh, sighed Jerry to himself,
what deal o. difference a little
'nn dew make, surely! I'd gil hun
dred goold guineas TO have it back.'h
The road grew rather rough. They
had been laying down course Of dross
upon it, and the pony staggered bit
as he picked his way in the darkness
over the sharp points. The cart had no
springs, and it began to jolt and shake
someWt at. Presently it got over the
stones and on to smooth.surfaces again.
Then Jerry was suddenly aware of a
child faint cry somewhere close at
hand. he started and pricked his carr
like watchdog.
Seems to me like child a-cryin',"
said he Yes-'tls child, surely.
Whoa, Robin, lad-let's see what this
may be. Whoa, then
Ihe pony stopped and jeremiah got
down, and having lighted his lantern
went over toward the hedgeside. The
cry had stopped then. He looked about
him curiously, but saw nothing
Must be on t'other side,' said he, and
went stumping across the lane. Then
the faint cry came again and the car.
rler Strengthened himself up in amaze
ment.
Blessed if faint in my cart!'' said
ne. Well-well-this do be very per.
TICKER strange. A child cryin' in my
cart.''
He held the lantern over the cart tail
and looked at the miscellaneous col.
lection of baskets, bags and parcels
arranged there. And then his face
grew troubled, for he saw hamper
and did not recognize it.
Dear, dear!' said jeremiah. ssHere
be strange work. misdoubt. didn't
never put that i my cart. -
y, The hamper lid was loose, and Jerry
turned it back and gazed with aston
ished eyes on the sight that presented
itself For there, warmly wrapped in
various ancient garments, lay baby
girl, fair-haired and blue-eyed, which
stared at Jerry's wrinkled and weather
beaten face, and smiled contentedly.
Dear a-me!" said the carrier. "Dear-
amer
He stood staring at the baby until it
began to whimper again. There was
a feeding bottle in The basket with it,
and Jerry fastened to thrust the tube
into the little rosy mouth. at the same
time giving voice to certain soothing
chuckles which he had used when hush
| ing his little dead granddaughter to
sleep. Then he covered the baby up
again and went forward to Little Ash
by and pulled up at the door of the
Brown Cow" He stayed inside little
more than two minutes and when he
came forth again the stout, comforta.
ble-lookirg landlady followed him to
! the cart.
''Look zee there, missis,'' said Jerry,
holding his lanthorn over the sleeping
baby's face. Look zee there!'
The landlady nodded and sighed.
Ah, poor dear!'' said she. ''Tis just
a dispensation o. Providence. Master
Motif is, indeed. Take il home to
Bob's poor wife-may be it'll comfort her
for the loss of the other.''
|
mile of road to Willowmere The baby
slept quietly all the way for the road
! was smooth and the motion of the cart
was soothing.
Poor Bob, his eyes red with weeping
for the dead baby, was at the gate to
welcome his father. jeremiah got
down from his perch very softly
! and apprOached him
''Now, my lad. '>said Jerry, ''how do
zee feel now, like, and how's poor
Mary?"
"Bad-very bad, feyther, ia Mary
said Bob. ''Her sits by the heaythstone
and don't say a word to nobody. Mis-.
tress White-she says at if only Mary
d cry a bit It would do her good, but
her don't cry-not tear
Bob, said the old man, ''look thee
here!'
! He held the lanthorn over the sleep
ing baby. Bob, opening his eyes and
mouth, stared and gazed in amazement.
The old man set down the light, and,
lifting the child from it's nest, turned
with it toward the house. Mary sat by
the hearth as he entered, her eyes dry
and burning, her face full of despair.
! Mary" said old jeremiah, very
softly. ''Mary-look thee here, my
! DEAR
He laid the sleeping baby on her
knee. 1t suddenly woke and shed the
full light of its blue eyes upon her. For
a second she gazed at it wonderingly;
then she clasped it in her arms and the
hot tears began to rain down upon its
round little face. Old jeremiah
watched the little group wonderingly,
then he turned, sighed and went back
| to his cart.-Newcastle Chronicle.