The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-11-15

a deep sleep from which she did not awake until evening. And when at last she stirred her limbs she felt numb and cramped. Then she opened her eyes to see the snow falling fast. The day was almost gone, and in the windows of the homes all about her she could see lights gleaming. And over her was a thick white spread.
 "oh. I've slept too long," she cried, half rising. Its almost night, and I should have been in the country be- fore this. Now I shall have to wait till tomorrow before going to the place where people with hearts live. And as this spot Is the warmest place I can find in which to sleep I might as well remain here. And what nice white cover I have, too. The snow isn't so cold after it has covered one like this. I feel very comfortable. Only, I can't move my feet very well, they seem so heavy, just like great iron weights"
 Then, unintentionally, her eyes closed and again she was fast asleep.
 A few minutes later she was awakened by rough hand shaking her. Here. kid, what you doins sleeping here in the snow? Be you a little beggar? Come, git out O here. Do you mind? Git move on yerself. Come, lift out O this. Yer can't sleep on our premises"
 The child looked up, rubbed her eyes. and tried to separate the rough man from the pleasant dream of warm home and food she had been so rudely called from. Then she sat up In response to the mans order and asked In a frightened voice: Must l really leave this place. sir? l have no home-I must sleep somewhere tonight. Tomorrow l will go to the country where the people have hearts. But tonight I shall have to stay in the city somewhere; and this Is the best place l have found. I'll do no harm, here, sir"
 But. kid, you'll freeze to death," said the man. Come, git up outn that snow. Why, you can't git up alone, can yer?" And the man took hold of the child and assisted her to rise. Say. yer little mite of a girl, ain't yer2 Ain,t yer got no folks-no pap an moth
 The child shook her head. My father died when I was two years old My mother-died-only two days ago. She was taken to the city hospital month ago with fever. I never saw her again until two days ago. Then she-was-dead." Sobs shook the child's form as he told her sad story so briefly, and she buried her face in the ends of the old cape to stifie her weeping. The rough man stood watching her for q moment, then his grimy hand went to his eyes and he dashed something from his lashes.
 Say, little un, jest you walt here minute. I'll go to the house an tell my mistress bout you. You see, I'm the groom what attends to the horses what belongs to the lady what owns this stable and that big house to the front of the grounds. l have e master, too, but at present he's out of the city on business, so l have to go to my mis- tress about everything while the master is away"
 "Oh, no, don't go to her, for if she lives in that fine mansion she'll be cruel and heartlass. She has never been cold and hungry, and can't know how It feels. She'll tell you to drive me away"
 ssrhat shows you don't know my mis- tress. little girl said the man. ''1f you're never drove away till she does it. well, you'll stay about this place as long as you want to -proyidin' you have no other home,
 'oh, sir. have no place on the face