. The little Colonel . Ube OLittle Colonel They glanced admiringly from thebeautiful, girlish face of the mother tothe happy child dancing impatiently upand down at her side. They could nothelp smiling at Fritz as he frisked aboutin his imposing rose-collar. Why, wheres Papa Jack? askedLloyd, in distress, as passenger afterpassenger stepped down. Isnt hegoin to come? The tears were beginning to gatherin her eyes, when she saw him in thedoor of the car; not hurrying along tomeet them as he always used to come,so full of life and vigour, but leaningheavily on the porters shoulder, look-ing very
. The little Colonel . Ube OLittle Colonel They glanced admiringly from thebeautiful, girlish face of the mother tothe happy child dancing impatiently upand down at her side. They could nothelp smiling at Fritz as he frisked aboutin his imposing rose-collar. Why, wheres Papa Jack? askedLloyd, in distress, as passenger afterpassenger stepped down. Isnt hegoin to come? The tears were beginning to gatherin her eyes, when she saw him in thedoor of the car; not hurrying along tomeet them as he always used to come,so full of life and vigour, but leaningheavily on the porters shoulder, look-ing very pale and weak. Lloyd looked up at her mother, fromwhose face every particle of colour hadfaded. Mrs. Sherman gave a low,frightened cry as she sprang forward tomeet him. 64 Ube Xittle Colonel Oh, Jack! what is the matter?What has happened to you? she ex-claimed, as he took her in his train had gone on, and they wereleft alone on the platform. Just a little sick spell, he answered,with a smile. We had a fire out
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