The San Francisco call., 1899-06-11

place to-day You will be good to
a poor little girl, won't you? Re-
spectfully, ETHEL FRYE.
"Now," said Mr.. Boucher, 'let us go and
see If we can find the poor little dollie
that opens and shuts its eyes. Here you,
Joe; how many dolls have you raked out
OF the hopper this morning."
This remark was addressed to a very
dirty man, evidently an Italian, who was
parading up and down the yard armed
with an ordinary garden rake.
''Dolla, dolla, Mr. Bouch'; nota one dolla
l fnda to-day"
Now. now that will do, joe was Mr..
Boucher's reply; II don't mean money.
/ mean the little rag baby you know
"Oh, yes" He knew all about it now,
and led us over to pile in one corner of
the inclosure. where we found the rarest
collection of toys one would care to look
at. / now began to wonder how we were
to pick out 1.-The poor little dollie with
blue eyes that opened and closed" But
! learned to have great confidence in the
sagacity of my friend. the superintend-
ent and l am quite sure he would have
picked out that particular doll had he not
been interrupted by a messenger from the
front gate who said some one wanted to
see him on business.
He soon returned with an old man and
a little girl From the anxious expression
on the face of the child l Immediately
recognized her AS the owner of the blue
eyed dollie." She was a sweet hammered
little thing, with sad expression, which
coupled with the deep mourning garb she
wore told of a trouble which had come
into her young life very recently. Her
companion was very old indeed, and
seemed to rely entirely upon the child for
instruction.
He mumbed out something about the
little girl being his granddaughter and
that he was the only member of the fam
lily who could spare the time to bring her
so far away from home in search of her
lost doll. Then his eye caught sight Of
man driving a team into the yard. and
he seemed to lose all idea of his charge
or his errand, but finally ventured the
remark that the collar on the off horse
was too tight. After this bit of unsolict-
ed information the old man took a seat
on a box and continued to humble t.
himself. TOO tight too tight
We gave him up and concluded to ask
the little one if she would be willing to
leave her grandfather there while we
went in search of "the blue-eyed." After
a thoughtful moment she said, Yes. he
will stay here if | ask him to-
The child took Mr.. Bouchers hand and
he led her to the doll morgue. Nov,
pick out your little one" he said. pleas
antly. II am sure you will find her here
in this pile"
The little girl separated the toys ten
derly and finally uttered a small excla-
nation of delight as her eye caught sight
of the 'blue-eyed one" She quickly
snatched the inanimate mite from the
rubbish and as the tears started from
her eyes cried: That's my poor babyi
The dear thing, how she must have suf-
fered'
And how she hugged the poor image to
her loving heart
Now" said the superintendent, take
your dollie home to your mother and toll
her Mr.. Dustman is glad to be of some
service to her
Here the child began to sob convul-
sively. "Oh my poor sweet mamma"
she cried; my poor. sweet mamma. She
gave me that dollie and now she is dead.
That's why l love my dollie so much'
We led Ethel back to her grandfather,