Omaha daily bee., 1896-04-05

Geordie standing in the open space, saw MI
high hopes of a moment slipping away VIII
the retreating carriage and its eloquent oc'
cupant. Was he going to lose all chance o.
seeing the sun dance on Easter morning
Was he going to let luck pld MN gooupy ioi
a whole, weary year?
With a skip and a jump, Geordie's sturdy
legs carried him to the side of the slowly
moving carriage. The next moment ms
curly head appeared over the door, and ms
eager blue eyes gazed into those or the
temporarily astonished Sir Graham MUS
grave.
"Bless my soul!' piously calculated Sir
| Graham-'it's a little boy. What do you
want, little boy? No, constable, don't touch
him." Uhis to a policeman who had inter
fered) Speak up, little fellow
Jaw want to talk wi thee quoth
IGeordie frightened into his proaaest North
dmbrian.
The baronet's features relaxed into a broad
smile, "Eh. laddie," he said, "thou'st fra
Tyneside, am thinkin'. Come thy ways In,
then"
So saying, he hoisted Geordie into the car
riage. The crowd thinking this some honor
done to one of their children howled with
delight and Sir Graham's carriage drove on.
Now, my boy" asked the baronet. what
can / do for you?"
II want ye to gle mother an me the sun
shine tomorrow"
the WhatT crled Sir Granam, screWlnS
a glass into his left eye. "Is the child
mad? What on earth do you mean, little
fellow?
"Didstha never hear the song:
IAN we see the sun dance upon Easter day,
Then all the year round yen be happy and
Indeed, / did, long ago. when l was a
boy" said Sir Graham.
''Wel mother live In Lar'ker's Lane, an
tits main dark, an no luck all the year.
Canstha no gle mother an me some sun
tomorrow morn? Just a hantle O. sun to
dance at the wa? Thou'rt gaein' to gle
fine things to a yon folks. Wiltha gle us a
hartle o. dancin' sun in Lar'ker's Lane?"
Here Geordie ended, for the baronet was
apparently choking behind his handkerchief.
The cheering crowd had been left behind
and the carriage was entering Harrington
street. Geordie stared stolidly at the red
face Of Sir Graham, never suspecting for a
moment that that parsonage was laughing.
At length our candidate got over his par
oxysm and felt In his pockets for a sover-
eign.
A DISCOVERY.
whats your name, my lad, and where
do you come from. down north?" he asked.
my name Is Geordie Todd, an mother
cometh fra Lazybeck Farm by Bedlington.
Is aught amiss, slr?"
This sudden question was caused by Sir
Graham leaping to his feet AMI staring down
at Geordie with eyes in which mirth had
given place to utter amaZement.
"Lazybeck? Todd?" cried Sir Graham.
Wonders will never cease. Why, boy. il
10 only four hours ago that your grandfather,
old Farmer Prlngle Of Lazybeck came to me
with tears in his eyes, asking me to try and
find his widowed daughter. The old man had
come all the way from Northumberland. Is
your mothers name Maggie Todd?"
Geordie nodded. Father called her that"
he said.
Il knew your father. He was my tenant;
a fine lad, but over ambitious. . Hi,
there, jenkins addressing the coachman).
drive to the Bull Inn, High Holborn, as fast
as the horses can go. Geordie, my
lad, I'm taking you to your old grandfather"
Less than an hour later, Geordie stepped
from a cab at the entrance TO Larriker's
Lane, and was followed by a gray-haired, but !