Year: 1872

yet not SO deeply but that 1 had q word
of sympathy ready for Conny, when every
other minute he ran to me to announce
that he had. seen an elephant" or a
"winoceros," or sn 'nalligator," which
proved to be respectively toad, musk
rat and amud-turtle. ftt f


l left him stretched on the grass,
watching the turtle, and, truth to tell be-
came so absorbed in my sketch that
thought no more about him till / heard
scream. Down went drawing materials,
and l rushed to the bank in fine frenzy,
and with good reason, for there was
Conny's hat floating on the water, and I
knew that the head was not far away
did the best thing IN my power, which
was 10 tear my hair and scream louder
than he had. / could see the miller at his
work, but he did not turn his head, and
knew that the rush of the water and the
whirr of the machinery were what he
heard. and not my voice.


Don't be scared. I'll get him out"


1t was little Miss Mivins; and even with
the words she had stepped on TO her raft
and pushed into the pond. There was no
hurry, no excitement. She was the same
dignified, womanly little creature i had
seen before but straight as an arrow she
directed her small craft to the spot where
Conny's crimson frock was buoying him
up on the water. had no faith in her
saving him, and still continued to scream,
which presently attracted the attention of
a man in the old house, of another one
driving team along the road, and finally
of the miller himself; and they all came
down to the bank, followed by troop of
boys. l believe a troop of boys would
spring up in the Desert of Sahara, if you
were to cry "fire" or murder" Certain
ly there were no boys within a mile two
minutes before, except Conny.


A brave child was he, or do not think
Miss Mivins could have saved him; but
he obeyed her directions, and, by the time
the men reached the bank, was on the
raft


"Helpl helpl they'll drown, both of
them," l cried, and the miller would have
sprung into the water, but the teamster
held him back.


Don't go; you'll only fiuster 'em"
said he. MY little gal'il manage well
enough if you jist let her take her own
way"


This, then, was Miss Mivins' father, and
he was right in his estimate of his ''liitle
gal," for she made for the shore right gal
lantly, though at last she wavered slight
ly, as if from exhaustion. Seeing this,
and also that the long rushes near the
bank were catching her oar, her father
waded in and landed her and her freight
in safety. Here was a chance for hur-
rah, which it was not in the nature of
boys to resist, and which resulted in add
ing to our company three women from
the old house, two men who were plowing
in a neighboring field, and dozen more
boys.


OF course Miss Mivins was the heroine
of the occasion.


Wasn't you awful scarf ?" asked one
of the boys.


mo; but should have been If Con-
ny'd pulled me in; for can't swim very
well. i ought TO be ashamed of it, such
a big girl as / am; but I'll learn before
summers out" nodding her head.


On the whole, Think Conny rather en-
joyed the performance, and took pride
in the triumphal procession which es-
corted us home; for the kind miller
carried me and my dripping charge in
his own wagon, with the boys close at
our heels.


The last saw of Miss Mivins, she was
riding home in her fathers cart-the last
on that day, mean; for saw her often
afterward, and so did Conny's mother,
who but for her would have been child
less. s.-Yolith's Companion.