Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1904-07-13
THE LI1TLE WHITE LAME

Ann Brewster, in Little Folks.
THE LITTLE WHITE LAMB.
The baby, Wee Boy Geordie, Swas
very sick, and all the other children
had been sent out of the house to
stay until he was better. Only few
of his favorite toys had been taken
out Of the nursery, and nobody played
there at all.
1t was very sad; and the worst of 1t
was that the little White Lamb, the
best loved of all his playthings, could
not be found, though they had hunted
high and low. The baby called inces.
sanity for him.
where's White Lambie? Geordie
want to play wiz him." he said over
and over.
In vain did they offer other toys.
mo, no! want White Iambie!" he
said In his weak little voice.
The kind old doctor held the hot
hands in his and shook his head.
This won't do at ALL" he said
gravely. And he looked very wor-
ried.
So did mamma and papa and the
nurse. -----..
Where, oh, where, can little White
Lambie beg" they said to eacn other.
Now, the walls have ears, and they
hear, you know. They talk sometimes
too. Have you never heard them say
"Cr-r-ah" at night when you are alone?
So the news of 1t came to,the Nursery
People.
ION, If only the Captain of the Tin
Soldiers were herc!" they said sadly.
"ESor-,',ho-among. 10 oam go to ing
White Lambie?" And they looked al
each other in distress. "Who can go?''
they repeated.
Not Jack-in-the-Box, though he
could he, when he could only move
up and down in his box? Not the toy
Noah from the ark, he was too small.
Not the Top; he could only move
when somebody set him a-spinning.
Not the little Cuckoo, She could not
leave the clock.
Then up spoke the little Black Dog
with the curly tail:
I'll will find White Lambie and
bring him homo to Wee Boy Geordie
this very night"
And all the Nursery People clapped
their hands in joy; for who could &c
better than the little Black Dog? So
when the stars twihked in the west
and the Slim new Moon leaned low in
her silvery chariot, he pushed open
the door and trotted out into the hall
White Lambie was not on the win
dow sill, nor yet in the dark corners
of the hall. So he battered down the
stairway where, months before, the
captain marched his soldiers. At the
foot was the heavy door, locked and
barred for the night.
"Bow.wow!" said the Little Dog
pushing against 1t with all his might
Let me out, you surly old door! How
dare you stop mel"
Then slowly, very slowly, it turned
on Its hinges and let him out. Once
outside he paused, as If he hardly
knew where to look first. He laid his
nose to the ground and smelled just
asa real dog would do. Had Whit
Lamble stsayed down the street;
Barking fiercely, he went to see; bur
no little woolly lamb did he spy.
He turned and circled the house
peering into all the places where the
children might have dropped him, still
no lambie. Then he went out to the
stable where the patient horses stood
in their stalls.
Have you seen White Lambie?" he
asked, standing on his hind legs ir
his excitement.
Not we," they answered with 8
friendly neigh. And the little Blacl
Dog turned sadly away.
Then, as he scampered over the
grass, he saw the print of tiny hoof
"Oho!" laughed he; now l know
where White Lambie is"
And ne ran as fast as his feet coult
carry him to the garden. There, fas
asleep in a bed of snowdrops, lay
White Lambie.
Wake up! wake up!" said the Lit
tie Dog 1.-THE baby is sick, and he's
calling for YOU"
"What baby?" said the Lamb, rub
bling his eyes.
'Why, our baby, of course-Wee
Boy Geordie! Run, White Lambie
run, or l will bite your heels" scoldet
the Little Dog.
Soon the Nursery People heard tht
pattering of their feet upon the stairs
and they said to one another
1.-THE little Black Dog has found the
Lambie, and is driving him to The
door of the baby's ROOM"
And, sure enough, when nurse open
ed the door there was the little los
lamb; but the black doggie had scam
pcred away to the nursery. well, o
all things in this world" said she, 81
here isn't the lamb that blessed child'i
crying for. But now did it ever &c
|here?"
Then she picked him up and laid
him on the coverlet where the thir
white hands could reach him. The
baby seized him eagerly, and with {
long sigh Of content he laid his cheel
upon the lambs back, and snugglet
down to sleep. When the doctor cam;
in tne-morning Wee Boy Geordie wa.
cut Of danger. But only the Nurser,