The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1892-06-11

Into a house close at hand and ascend
ed the rickety stairs.
"Liz needs it moro than any of tbem,"
he soliloquized. as tanning his red face
violently with his hat he paused be,
tore an open door upon the second
floor. Pecring into the room, he saw
lying upon a heap of something upon
| the floor a little, still figure; so still, in.
deed, 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.
gardcd him fixedly, but without sur.
prise. She knew the policeman well.
as he came often to the alley, and She
was wondering now, idly enough, what
had happened
But the policeman, who, after all,
had II kind heart beneath his official
blue coat, came into the room, and,
STOPPING bcsidc her, said, kindly: You
amt sick. are your
Liz looked at him snspiciously, with
the dislike inherent in all the children
of the alley for a 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 FORE"
You" answered the policeman,
smiling at his own wit. I've a 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 joker
She was not in a laughing mood, if he
did but know it.
The policeman, seeing that she was
not disposed to be facctious, 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 a fine place in the country for some
poor child. l thought of you. viii
you go?"
Agrcat wave Of color dyed the child's
pale checks. The country, where grew
those miles of flowers! She to go there!
She could not answer. Tears rushed to
her eyes, and a 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.
"rell YOU sister when she comes
home that I'll come for you tomorrow.
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one will meet you at the other end. No
danger. It's all straight. Wish l was
going myself"
F~airyland still exists, notwithstand.
ing the verdict of sundry skcptics to the
contrary. 1t was located hat summer
just twelve miles from Shea's alley. If
anyone doubts ii, let him ask Liz.
Oh. the birds that were there, and the
flowers Gf not in miles, yet in plentiful
supply, and the grand old trees, and
the green grass. through whose crest
went a lazy ripple every time the wind
blew. As for the tiny, golden-winged
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.
The first long breath which Liz drew
in this wonderful place seemed to in
toXicate her strangely. She gave N
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 had
rushed to a particularly thick bed of
clover and flung herself face downward
into its fragrant depths. Happy Lii
Here was her dream come true. Here
was what she wanted SO long, all her
life, for that matter, although she had
not quite known it until now. Shea's
alley, with its heat and noise and pain,