The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-10-06

Nonsense. IL only cats leplle4 l-H Aid'
not fa.sing her eyes from the fashion book
size was inteEtly studying. Listen. Lu.
For the new mode Of cutting the cape on
the bias, lay fold
.Wait. Ivd, il is a child's voice-and
listen. there's a tapping az the window -
added Lucy. She threw down her work.
crossed the room, opened the window, anu
looked out into the night.
"Oh. don't, Lu, you are letting in most
horrible draughtr' exclaimed Lydia. as the
icy breeze swept in and 1uttered the pages
OF her fashion book.
Looking out from the cosy curtained
room. that was warm and bright with lamp
and freight. into the shadows OF the gar
den where spaces oil moonlit snow CLEANED
between the dark masses of the shrub
berries. Lucy for the first moment did not
see a small figure covering against the
uindow-sin, until a little, white, woe-be-
gone face was upturned to hers, and
Ht,Ie voice sobbed ptifully:
''Oh, please, lady, do help US. Mammy's
very bad. and were so tired and hungry,
and so cold, DO give US something TO eat,
and itIl make NANNY better"
But where is she?" asked Lucys
There. lady"
Lucy leant out of the window, looked in
the direction the child indicated, and saw
& dark. motionless heap lying like blot
o. the wilderness Of the snow.
Tying there? Oh, Lydia" she ex-
chained, in compassion and dismay; "it's
a Ioor woman lying in the snow! Go round
70 the front uooI, she duusu 70 we itlIe
boz; round that way, and Will come
10 you there"
.Oh. Lucy! do take carel 1t may be a
plot to lure you out Of the house. remon-
cd "
ma ntic.
'~rhe poor woman might die If she
was left to lie out there in the snow
without help" replied Lucy. hurrying out
OF the room.
In few minutes she returned, and
called to the servants with what seemed
t. Lydia unnecessary excitement "ail
About a tramp
Sarah, bring glass Of wine, and a
biscuit, and my thick shawl Lyd, where
are your smelling salts?'
What's the matter?' asked Lydia
THE poor woman has tainted: she is
quite insensible, and the child won't leave
mind what you're about; it may be
something catching Lydia entreated
She ran back into the snow-covered gar
den, Sarah and the cook following with
lantern and restoratives, TO where the
insensible woman lay. They held the
SANS to her nostrils and Lucy, gently
raising and supporting her head, put
spoonful of wine 10 her lips, but her
simple endeavors of termination were all
"Oh. Miss Lucy" said Sarah, I'm
afraid this isn't faint; It looks IKE
she's The girl lowered her voice and
looking at the child who was crouching
by the womans side and cIinging to her,
crying piteously but quietly, too weak
and frightened to sob aloud.
Lydia presently came out, wrapped In
furs having felt nervous at being left so
unkindly alone in the house, and stood
a al
what shah we do?" said Lucy anxious
~ do you think we could manage TO
carry her to the house2" The servants
demurred, and Lydia demonstrated in
alarm that they didn't know what might
be the matter with her.
Here's the MASTER miss miss excl inH'ee
daughter, and always glad to see her
father, had never been more glad than
now. The Rev James Hilton gazed IN
surprise and solicitude on the group OF
all his little household gathered round
the PROSTATE woman. Their figures stood
out darklv like black silhouettes, against
the snow in the moonlight; the yellow
RAYS Of the lantern, which Sarah held,
fell full on the woman's pale face and
on the fair head of the child nesting
Lucy quickly explained the position, and
the vicar instantly desired Sarah to go Tor
the doctor, calling at the lodge on her
way TO send the gardener TO help 10 car
~ the poor woman to the house.
His instructions were promptly carried
evident TO the wears experienced eye
that there would be nothing when he
came for him to do--no help that mortal
hand could give would avert the end that
was approaching fast The patient was
sinking rapidly from insensibihty TO death.
They could see now that she was a pitiful
wreck of what had once been youth ana
beauty, and her clothes, although they
were old and worn and shabby, had, IKE
the wearer. seen better Gays. I BuI tnis
poor soul would see no more days, no,
nor hours, on earth noWi
Lucy was terribly shocked at the tragedy
passing under their eyes, the common ev-
ery-day tragedy, that yet never loses its
Infinite awe-stirring impressiveness.
ooh, father! to think of woman dy-
ing Of cold and starvation at our very
gatesr she said, with tears streaming
down her cheeks.
1T may not be only cold and hunger
that have brought her TO this pass, my
child" said her father, soothingly. I'VE
cannot tell under what illness she may
be sinking, until the doctor comes.
When the doctor did come, it was only
TO shake his head and confirm their fear
that the end was close at hand.
1t was with difficulty that they had got
the little boy away from the dying moth
er; he had been given into the kindly
care OF the good-natured cook, who strove
TO cheer and comfort him with tea and
cake and cold ham. The child was raven
Gus. and ate like a little Wolf" as the
cook said but when he had Toasted his
fill he had saved a piece of cake, and
cried 10 be allowed to go and take Ii to
his "mammy'-his nanny who would
never KNOW OF SPEAK 10 MN again. WHO
even then
without word or sigh or groan to show
A parting pang"
had passed. a nameless unknown amongst
strangers, to a land where cold and hun
ger, sickness and sorrow, shall be no
more.
The Doctors opinion was that she had
been far advanced in consumption, but that
undoubtedly privation, hardship and ex-
posture had FASTENED the end. Who was
this hapless waif who had thus drifted into
their home only TO die? The child when
questioned, could tell them little. His
name was Jackie, his mothers Mrs. -,
they could hardly make out the name, but
thought it sounded like Dormer They had
lived in London, in a street. close to High
street, where the shops We're" but he
could give no nearer description of 1t. They
were going home to mammy's home; man.
my had spent all the money she had on
the train, and they had been walking all
day and nanny said they would get home
Tomorrow. Where was home2 Rose Vale
Was that the name of the house or viii
lage? He didn't know. Where was his
father? He had no dada.
This meager Information was all that
they could gather, until Sarah came to Mr.,
Hilton, bringing a little silk bag which
they had found round the dead woman $
neck, and hidden in her bosom, attached