The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1896-04-11

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pay you?" she asked anxiously.
There was no reply, and she took
hastily from her pocket large cop
per cent, saying, Il don't want you
to have this; Charley has one and
when he comes to our house we scour
'em till they look most like gold"
"Who is Charley!"
He is the boy that can stand on
his head"
II must go now," said the Captain.
"You had best keep near these ladies
when we get to the island. They will
tell you the time to go home. Please
keep an eye on the child during the
day." he said to the ladies near.
Meantime the landing was reached,
the passengers disembarked and in
the confusion the little girl was for the
first time forgotten. In some man.
ner, cannot tell how, with the others
she made her way into the wonderful
garden of her dreams, enjoying its
beauties with never thought of the
fight of time. Toward the close of
day the little feet began to ache.
"Dinah," she said, 1--WE must go to the
top of the 'servatory before we go
home; Belle and l did; that's the
way to do" After climbing the many
steps, she sank down on the platform
with, "My feet are tired; when they
get rested and we have looked at Old
Whitehead and the other rocks, then
we will go home" The little head
began to nod and the eyes closed.
The sun had set and the shadows
of night we're gathering when Mr..
and Mrs. Deane returned. They won
dered at the silence, the unlighted
rooms, and that no one came at their
call. He rang the bell. At length
Belle appeared, her eyes red with
weeping "What is the troubles" he
asked. She answered, her voice shak-
ing with emotion, "Ddisy is lost"
"Since whenl" "We have been hunt
ing for her since noon; John has gone
to the police headquarters" 81 will
go there" said he, springing into his
carriage and driving away.
Close to the sloping bank of Casco
Bay, near the corner of the garden,
stood a summer cottage. 1t was night;
the occupants were wrapped in slum
Der. Windows were open, as the night
was sultry. Rain began to patter upon
the roof; ere long it descended in tor
rents. AS the awakened household
were hurriedly closing the windows,
cries were distinctly heard above the
tumult. "A child is out in the
storm~ the lady exclaimed. Her hus-
band quickly started in search of the
little one. The keepers lodge was
just within the enclosure. Accusing
him, both listened until the cries
again we're heard.
"They came from the observatory"
said the keeper.
While ascending the stairs they
heard piteous voice repeating, Now
lay me down to sleeps" then, "Mr.
God, please don't take me up to
heaven yet and put wings on me. l
want to go home on my feet and be a
good girl and not run away any
more" Then only wailing cries
we're heard. The lantern disclosed a
wet, shivering little creature crouched
under seat. A kindly voice said:
~ will see that you get home, little
one," and, wrapped in blanket, she
was conveyed to the cottage where,
soon soothed and made comfortable,
she ere long was in the sweet, dream
less sleep of childhood.
eff we could only keep her for our
own" murmured the wife, bending
over the fair slumberer.
"Think of the grief in some home
to night, because she is lost" said he.
81 must row over to the city soon in
order to get an advertisement in the
morning papers"
AS Mr.. Deane, pale and haggard,
that morning stood in the hall door,
he saw paper on the steps. Alb
sently glancing along its columns, he
suddenly rushed with a shout into
the sitting-room where distracted
group were assemble and read the
following: "Fouad, last night in the
storm on Peaks Island, little girl,
four years of age, named Daisy
Deane, now at Woodbine Cottage,
Peaks Island"
81 never will neglect my sister
again." sobbed Belle, when, safe and
sound, Daisy was brought home.
The child, between tears and laugh
ter, promised never to run away again.
Let us hope she will remember the
promise. l suspect some of the tears
were for poor, dilapidated Dinah in