The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-01-16

pulled up AZ the -Unc PIX In PHI
mouth. ard after .~c0iIccfing half
dozen miscellaneous! parcels from hi
carl disappeared into the inn. FIJI
pony remained quietly outside. II va,
accustomed 70 stay Ia the samc spo'
ever Saturday evening for a. Least hal
an hour.
Everything waa very quiet inside ths
inn. The village lay : hundred yard,
farther along the road, and the .sBIus
Pig was therefore comparatively lone
". Thus II happened that no one wa,
about when Q woman, carrying q
square basket-hamper. came cautiously
from the direction Of the village and
approached Jeremiah MOTHS cart She
looked round to see that no one watched
her, and then laid the basket very
gently among the straw In the body d
the vehicle For q moment she lin
gered. then she drew the shawl closely
about her face and hurried away.
At the end Of half an hour Jerry
emerged from the Inn. climbed 70 his
seat, babe the pony proceed and rolled
away again. lie left the coIliery VII
iage behind him and was soon In the
open country. Left to himself once
more the little green grave In Willow
mere churchyard began to haunt him
again. He sighed as be pictured the
lonely cottage At home. Bob and his
wife would be there waiting his return,
and, no doubt still sorely troubled by
their bereavement
"Eh," sighed Jerry To himself,
what q deal o. difference d little
nm dew make. snre-lyl I'D XII . hum
dred goold Ruineas 10 have Il back"
The road grew rather rough. They
had been laying down o course 81 drosa
upon Il, and the pony staggered a bit
as he picked his way in tho darkness
over the sharp points. The cart had NO
springs, and IL began to Jolt and shake
somcwt At Presently IL got oyer the
stones and on to smooth,surfacca again.
Then Jerry was suddenly aware ~ q
ehiid's faint cry somewhere close at
hand lie started and pricIed his cars
like q watchdog.
Seems 70 me like a child a-cryin',"
said he. 'sYcs-ttls d child, surely.
Whoa, Robin. lad-Iet's see what this
may be-. Whoa, tIftn.~
The pony STOPPED and Jeremiah got
down, and having lighted lis lantarn
went Over toward the hedgeside. The
cry had STOPPED then. He looked about
him curiouAly. but saw nothing.
Must be on t'other side, said be, and
went stamping acrdss the lane. Then
the faint cry came again and the car
rier Strengthened himself up iii amaze
ment
BLESSED If 'tain't In ii cartf' said
he. "WeIl-well--this do be very per
tickler strange. A child cryin' il 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 hc saw d hamper
and did not recognize 1t.
Dear, dear.' said jeremiah. Here
be strange work. | misdoubt didn't
never put that L my cart"
The hamper lid was loose, and Jerry
turned Il back and gazed with aston
ished eyes on the sight. that presented
itself. For there, warmly wrapped in
various ancient garments, lay a baby
girl fair-haired and blue-eyed, which
stared at Jerry's wrink1ed and weather.
beaten face, and smiled contentedly.
Dear a-Inei' said the carrier. Dear
amer
He stood staring ut the baby until it
began to whimper again. There was
. feeding bottle in the basket with ii,
and Jerry hastened to thrust the tube
into the little rosy mouth, at the same
time giving voice 70 certain soothing
chuckies 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
mor than two minutes and when he
came forth again the stout, comforta-
ble-looking landlady followed him to
the cart
Look ZEE there. missis, said Jerry,
holding his lanthorn over the sleeping
baby's face! Look ZEE there's
The landlady nodded and sighed.
"Ah, poor dear!' said she. sHTia Just
a dispensntion o, Providence. Master
Motif is, indeed. Take it home to
Bob'spoor wife-maybe it'll comforther
for the loss Of the other"
So jeremiah set forward over the last
mile Of roadto 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.
Nov. my lad, said Jerry, how do
&c feel now. like, and how's poor
Mary2't "
"Bad-very bad, feyther, is Mary.
said Bob Her sits ny the hearthstone
and don't say a word to nobody. Mis-
tress White--she says at II on'y Mary
"a cry q bit u would do her good. but
her don't cry-net a tear"
Bob said the old man. look thee
herer"
He held~the lanthornpver the sleep
ing baby. Bob, opening his eyes and
mouth, stared and Eazed in amazement.
The old nan set down the light and,
lifting the child from its 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
eoft1r tsMarv-1notr thaa ha~a -