The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1893-07-15

said seriously, as, honey, reckon
OATS SO. We's all q gwine up :. to
glory, we is, an here's de picture OBJ
it it. 2 q j. d. ..s. i S.
. Tot didn't quite understand this
50 50 she asked Nanny who the baby
was in the picture, and Nanny be-
gan to look more serious. She took
Tot from the bed, and as she dressed
the child and gave her the 81 mple
breakfast OF bread and milk, the old
woman related, as we'll as she could,
the story of the REDEEM ption. 4ss.E
r. At last the room was in order. and
u was time for NANNY to start out
on her days work. There were sew
erA rich people for whom she did
washing and ironing every week,
and Saturday was The day when she
usually went for their clothes. Tot
watched her as she put on, her hat
and shawl, and for the second time
that day tears came into the little
girls eyes at the thought of being
left alone. j.. -
Nanny saw them, and said quick
ly: oval, wal, honey, yer isn't
goln' ter cry fer yo' po' ole nanny,
IS yer?"
"Me go, too" pleaded Tot. ..Me
SO af'aid."
"Golly, chile, yer neber could walk
so far, no how. a- r-es
Eyes, yes" urged Tot; and seeing
that Nanny was undecided, she ran
to the table and brought her hood.
This proved too much, so Nanny
took the child in her arms, and car
rled her laughing out the door.
joey had had rather poor day.
He was late at his corner that morn
ing and when he did arrive he found
another boy before him. So he did
not make very much that day and
when night came he was tired and
discouraged. It seemed that his poor
little back had never ached so badly,
even though it had bent over fewer
pairs OF boots than usual, and when
night came he was glad to throw his
box over his shoulder and start for
home.
He climbed the dark stairs YEARLY,
glad to get away from the noisy,
heartless world. He thought of his
little sister, and wondered if she
would want him to play with her
that evening. Of course, she always
did, and he always liked to hear her
merry chatter and happy laugh; but
tonight he felt too tired even for
play.
He reached the room at last and
opened the door. How dark and
cherries everything seemed! It
never had looked so cold and bare
before. And where was Tot? Hid
ing, probably. She always liked to
play such tricks on her Joey, and
then laugh at his affected surprise
when he found her. He looked
around the room, but saw no trace
of her. He usually could catch sight
OF little bit of brown dress or hear
her excited breathing, and then he
would hunt and hunt for long time,
and at last come across her in the
most unexpected manner But there
was no sign of her tonight, so he
stood in the middle of the floor and
wondered where she could have hid
den. Then he called to her, but no
answer He lighted the candle, and
looked in every corner and behind
every chair and box; but no Tot.
He was beginning to be alarmed, for
he had never before failed to find
her. At last he thought of Nanny
Gibson's, and he breathed sigh of
hope and relief. He tore up the
other flight of stairs and knocked on
the door. There was no answer.
He pushed it open, and found the
room as dark and cherries as his
own.
''Tot!'' he called, anxiously. ssTot,
are you in here?" But he heard only
the sound of his own voice, and it
made him shudder. Then he looked
carefully about the roll m, calling first
for his sister, then for Nanny Glib
son, until at last. almost beside him
self with fear and anxiety he sank on
the floor and burst into tears Then
he thought some of the other dodgers
might know where she was, so he
ran up and down the. steep stairs to
their rooms, never minding the falls
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some news OF his sister. But the
search was fruitless. He returned to
his own room, and with his young
heart wrung with anguish, threw
himself on the bed.
Poor Joey! He felt that he had
lost her forever, and he wanted to
die. What was there left to him in
life now that she was gone? It was
she for whom he had been living and
working all these long, weary months,
and now that she was gone what need
! any longer to keep up the struggle?
He sobbed and sobbed until his little
frame, weakened by grief and want
of nourishment could no longer hold
out against the demands Of nature,
and he fell into a troubled sleep.
1t was a terrible dream that
haunted him. He: kept tossing and
tossing, and now and then he would
wake and call feebly for her. Then
he would fall asleep again, only to
| have dreams more terrible than be-
fore. He saw Tots face, but it was
cold and white. He caught her in