The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1893-03-26

Il was all credited to him in the reports
made to its proprietor.
About a week before the time with
which this story opens, Mr.. Adds. accom-
panied by his wife and their only child, 6
little 5-year-old daughter, arrived unex-
pectedly at Cypress Knoll, on visit oil
inspection.
The proprietor soon discovered that hs
had been Systematically robbed on al
sides, but so lar as he could find out every
one was honest and innocent save sEa'
tievin' young debbll OF Swampy. Tel
yo' sab, him SO keen fer stealin' dat he
steal de tool outen yo head, an nebbel
get cotch if yo' amt look out. Yes, sah'
pears like him lcttin' fer to car OF de
whole plantashun fore him done got
trooi''
20 against Swampy was the proprietor
wrath directed, and vowing to bring the
young rascal TO justice before he left the
neighborhood, he laid many plans Tor the
lads capture
norance that he found no reason Tor ceas-
ing his stealthy visits TO Cypress Knoll
whenever his hunger or other necessities
seemed to demand them.
He even began to visit the place by day
light and more frequently than ever, for
he had learned that it possessed new at
traction for him, and one SO fascinating
Mildred Adds, with her happy laughter,
and bewitching ways, was a revelation to
the young outcast of the swamps and to
lie hidden in some tangled thlcket from
which he could watch her, became his
greatest pleasure.
He soon discovered the favorite haunts
to which Mrs. Adds. always accompanied
by Mildred, took her work or book on
warm, droWsy afternoons. Near one of
these he would wait for hours, and when
they appeared would watch with almost
breathless delight the butterfly ike move
meuts of the child.
Swampy had never heard of angels; but
he was intimately acquainted with birds,
and to his uBtutored mind the little one,
with her brightness, daintiUess, and in
cessant motion, was like one of the ex-
quisite ruby-throated humming birds
that flashed TO and fro among the jasmine
flowers, and TO himself he called her
cumming bird
On this particular afternoon Mrs. Ad-
dis had sought the shade of a giant live
oak. beneath which she sat absorbed in "a
book, while Mildred played near her. and
Swampy from the thlcket in which,
crouehed like q wild animal, he had long
waited for their appearance, watched her
with swelling heart and a strange long
ing 10 be in some way different from what
he was. ana more like the people whom
THIS child could know ana love.
At times the child came so close to
gather the yellow flowers that hung about
him that he could have touched her, but
he crouched low and she did not discover
his presence.
Suddenly on one of these occasions q
half grown Newfoundland pup appeared
from behind a clump Of shu bbery, and
with awkward gamboiings and loud bark
ings made straight for the little girl.
With a frightened cry she ran to-
ward her mother. An instant
later Swampy, fancying that the
child was in danger and naturally hating
dogs because they were always set onto
him, had sprung from his concealment,
seized the ANIMALS throat in his sinewy
young hands, and would have choked 1t
TO de1th had he not been in turn grasped
from behind and forced to loose his hold.
Mr.. Adds and the owner of an adjacent
plantation, who had been but a few steps
behind the dog, and who misunderstood
the cause of Swampy's attack on him,
had sprung to his rescue.
"Who are you? You young villain!
What are you doing here? And what do
you mean by this outraged demanded
Mr.. Adds sternly, as he frightened his
clutch on the lad arm and slightly shook
him. To these questions Swampy, angry
and sullen, made no reply.
tits that young cub of old Jake Min
der's!" exclaimed the other gentleman