Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1895-03-25

the Lamb, but 1t took her some time,
for she had wandered quite a distance.
But Miss Pamela Solely was not wise
enough to think that the best plan was
to take Serena Ann to the Sign of the
Lamb at once, since they could not
find her Aunt Love on Hanover street.
She was quite young lady, in spite of
her stately manners, and had not had
much experience in rescuing lost little
girls. She stood still for some time in
Hanover street, holding Serena AIMS
hand, celebrating what to do. But
finally bright thought struck Miss
Pamela Solely: 'My brother Solomon is
coming for me in our chaise to take me
home to Jamaica Plain, where we live"
said she. HE is going to meet me at
the corner just below here in about
half an hour. We will make your
purchases and then we will ask him
what to do. My brother Solomon al
ways knows what is pest to do. He is
older than I, and carried off many hon
ors at Harvard college. Don't cry,
Serena Ann. He'll be sure to find your
aunt for you" .-.
Serena Ann was somewhat comfort
ed, for the young lady had way at
once sweet and commanding, and she
went hand in hand with her and pur-
chased beautiful jacl1lznife for Eben-
ezer, with one ninepence, and piece
of white nainsook for her mothers
apron with the other. Miss Pamela
Solely herself made two purchases-a
little rosewood workbox, with scissors,
and thir1ble, and ivory bodl1in, all
complete, and doll in very hand
some spangled dress like princess.
The last purchase rather surprised
Serena Ann, for she had thought the
young lady too old to play with dolls,
but she eyed it admiringly. She had
never had doll herself, except one
which Aunt Love made for her out of a
corncob. She sighed when Miss Pamela
Solely tucked the doll with the rose
wood workbox out of sight in her great
muff.
MIR. Solomon Solely was waiting n
the chaise on the corner when his
sister appeared with Serena Ann and
told her story. He was a handsome
young man, in a very fine mulberry
colored cloak.
eve must take her to the Sign
of the Lamb at once" Mr.. Solomon
Soiey sold, decidedly, ana MISS Pamela
and Serena Ann got promptly into the
chalse and they made haste to the
Sign of the Lamb. However, Just be
fore they reached the tavern, Miss
Pamela remembered IN GRAND which
her mother had begged her to do al
Mr. Thomas Whitcomb's store, and
had her brother leave her there. say
ing she would join them in few min.
utes.
But when Mr.. Solomon Solcy in
| quired at the Sign of the Lamb, he
found that Joshua Simmons and Aunt
Love had driven away in their chaise
soD1a half an hour before. and tn,
hostler, who had been told, die not re-.
member that they had merely gone to
| look about the city a little for the
missing child, and were then coming
| back to the tavern to sec II she had in
the meantime been brought there.
| However, another hos:ler remembered
that the lady carried large green
| bandbox and was crying.
THAT was Aunt Love" said Serena
Ann, and she began to cry, too.
Don't cry" said Mr.. Solomon Solely.
"You shall be taken home safely to-
| night"
Then he turned the chaisc around,
and drove back to the store, where his
sister had stopped, ard before Serena
Ann fairly knew it they were on the
road to Braintree.
1t had grown very cold, and the wind
blew. Mr.. Solomon got out a great plaid
camlet cloak from under the chaise
seat, and put it on over his mulberry
colored one. Then presently, because
Serena Ann began to SILVER q little,
| tucked in between the two as she was,
| he threw an end of the camlet cloak
around her, over her brown silk hood.
She was quite warm under that, and
also quite hidden from sight. No
body meeting them would have
dreamed that there was little girl
| in the chaise.
In the meantime, Aunt Love and
! Joshua Simmons returned to the Sign of
the Lamb, and the hostler, who had
forgotten they were coming, told her
that gentleman in a chaise had been
there with the little girl and said he
was going to take her home to Brain
tree. Guess you'll overtake en-" said
he. Gentleman was alone in the chaise
with the little girl, wore a mulberry
colored cloak"
Aunt Love fairly wept for joy. "Oh!
Joshua, am so thankful" she cried.
II never could have told Sarah I'd lost
Serena Ann. And l haven't got my
shoes, but don't care. I'll get mar
ried in my old ones. Let's start right
away, so we'll overtake them"
Joshua Simmons started up the
horse, and the chaise ratified out the
tavern yard and down the road toward
Braintree.
But their chapter of accidents was not
quite finished, for as they were crossing
Neponset bridge, peering ahead to see
if they could catch glimpse of the
other chaise, gust of wind took off
Joshua Simmons hat and tossed it into
the river. He had a cold in his head,
too. Aunt Love pulled off her hood