The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1892-12-22
a TRUE STORY.
BIZ N. n N. II.


rise while 1t is yet night to write
When you grow up to be men and
women / hope you may become good
and great. Now, II l had time. /
would tell you some interesting facts
about two great men that have had
the pleasure Of hearing. One was DIR.
Vincent, of New York, the other, Will
Carleton. whom heard read from his
own selections.
You have all heard OF Will Carleton's
ballads, and II any of you have not
you must get your mammas to read
them to you. The story l am about
to tell is not u boys story. By the
way, the subisct OF DIR. Vinoents adj
dress was Our Boy" This is q story
for little boys and girls, and a true
story. know you all want to hear
true story, do you notH
1t is about little girl that / hope
you one day shall know very much
more about.
s Now. this little girl was not one of
the fairy elves We read about in story
books, but a real girl like you and
your sister Bess.
Senie could play jacks. roll her hoop,
dress her doll as nicely as any little
girl. There is something else she could
do that know not many of you little
girls can do; but ! am going to tell
.you about IL prese ty.
Up In Pennsylvania long distance
from the town is u pretty little rural
district. and there was Senle's home.
All day long could be heard the sing
ing of the birds, the rustling of the
trees, and the ripping OF the brook,
'Senle was very fond of all these
things. She knew nothing OF the noise
and hustle Of the city. When Senie
was quite babe her mother was call
ed away one day very unexpectedly,
and Senie was left in care OF the nurse.
Tho halls were ringing with merry
peals of laughter aB the children
played hide and seek through the
house. Nurse looked in upon the
scene only to notice that baby was not
among the rcst.
Soon the call OF "Senle." "Senie {"
could be heard sounding through the
grove, but baby could not be found
Where, oh, where's my baby Have
you seen my BABY anywhere to-day
At last. when the search had almost
been given up. baby was found making
her way to the brooket. and clapping
her hands with delight ut tho sparkling
water.
"a little girl with golden head went
singing through the wood Our lit e
heroine had now reached her eighth
year and was walking one day with
her pnpa in a beautiful grove where
there was shining lake. she was
tripping gaily along. her beautiful
,curls floating in the uir. when LOT her
foot slipped and Senle had d!sappeaie ed
from sight.
Once more she was rescued from u
Iwatery grave, What heartfelt thanks
went up to the Father OF all mercios
that night as the family gathered an
IunbrOken band.
| will tell on another little incident
In Senie's life. Her eldnst slater hat
occasion to be away from home on
quite a lengthy TRIP. Senie, who was
now about fifteen, assisted her mother
with the household duties. Her ais
ter, upon hearing from nome. received
a very neatly written leUer from S0aic
Ill which she said:
Dear sister, 1t seems long while
since you went away. ! can hardly
think that it has only been wcpI.n
y
"Oh for the touch Of a vantshug!
hand. and the sound of d voice that is
still"
IT. was the glad Christina time when
Senie went away" TO her home in
heaven. This was the h1upis5t limo
OF all the year to her. She took sHch
great delight In making little CUTS
and writing stories for her lit:lo
friends, for Senie coalu write not
only Christmas stories, but fairy
sLories too. Perhaps some OF you al
ready know, and have read lannie Il.
Mlcheners poems, for Senle was only