Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1897-12-17

Dazed, stiff and unable to articu-
late, yet a sense OF relief came
to her, she felt like she was in a
happy dream, surrounded by
luxury and happiness. AT last,
her golden head sank i'll utter
oblivion as deep as the grave,
upon the cold stone step. Poor
Dolly was sleeping the sleep OF
Inconsistencies; her strength
and courage had at last failed,
and slowly but surely the little
spark of life was fast dying out!
At length a policeman passed
on patrol, he eyed the dark
shadowy figure crouching upon
the step, then stepped nearer,
touching 1t with his hands. He
muttered half aloud: IT'S one
of those poor unfortunates whose
life has been blighted either by
cruelty of fate or their own
way"
Soon an ambulance was sums
moned from a near hospital, and
the strong men bore their light
burden to the conveyance; in a
short time Dolly was laid upon
the soft couch III the Hospital
with a physician bending over
her. DR.. Lankston did all his
skill would allow to revive Dol
Ily, vet 1t seemed to no avail.
He feared she was beyond the
reach of any earthly skill. How
anxious he was to restore the
little life that it seemed SO good
to let die, restore 1T to set 1t
floating on the restless tide of
the merciless world again, where
now it had entered the harbor
of rest. Why disturb it2 Why
not leave this soul 10 Heaven ?
It is too pure for this world.
| But yet it was duty, duty he
must obey, only the day before
this he would not have taken
this poor girl in his home.
| All +! poor humanity it has
pity for those whom death pit
les coming to relieve life of it's
sorrowtul burden. Yet while
there is life, nature turns her
head; there is no pity in her
heart then, it is only death and
the grave that receives her COM
misseration.
AS the clock was tolling the
midnight hour, one Of the gentle
nurses came forward and ten
derby arranged Dolly's pillow,
when to her utter amazement
caught sight of a tiny golden
chain with locket attached,
around Dolly's neck. She mars
veled at this child of the streets
wearing a necklace, and softly
unclasping it she then walked
toward the light to examine it
carefully; after looking at it a
moment she passed it to DR.
Lankton who was still sitting by
Dolly's side. He opened the lock-
ct and gazed as one utterly fas>
cinated at the face in the locket;
was that of a sweet faced wo-
man.
| Il have seen that face befoye,'
he uttered, halt aloud, and then
closed it, giving it back to the
Iurse. His brows contracted,
he passed his hand across his
forehead with a distracted look,
unobserved by the nurse.
Presently the nurse began to
lay a bandage upon Dolls chest
and again nysti6ed she found
crumpled slip of paper pinned to
garment near her family beat
ing heart; taking it out she
turned it toward the light and
read. which ran like this
"My name is Dolly Raymouth,
former home i'll Albany, parents
both dead, no friends on earth,
penniless, and friendless l am.
once had a brother who left
home many long years ago,
when l was a very small child.
| scarcely remember him, but I
have often thought of him and
prayed he should still be living,
that Heaven would bless him,
and spare him the hard strug>
giles for life which | have ems
dured. How I know his poor
heart would ache if he knew his
only sister was a lone wanderer