But I hope to see once more before I die the
young man whom we all loved so dearly when a baby-boy.
* * * * *
The Night Bell.
My night-bell was pulled very hastily, it was about two o'clock, the
night was bright, it was autumn, and, as I hastened to see who
wanted me in such a hurry, I saw two young girls sitting on my
house-door steps: both had been running very fast, the case was
urgent, and the little rest they took before the door was opened
would enable them to return all the faster. I had hardly opened the
door when both commenced to beg me in the most imploring manner to
go at once with them to see a young woman who, as they thought, must
be in great distress.
I put on my outer garments, took the street and number of the house,
as the party was entirely unknown to me, and then accompanied them
on their way, which led us through Craig street East, past a
beautiful field--the same where Viger Garden is now. A few more
crossings were passed, and we arrived at the scene where my help was
wanted. In front of the house was a policeman walking to and fro.
The house was medium size, built of wood, was gray, freshly painted,
and so were the green blinds. On the road going the two girls had
told me that the house where I was wanted was not a very good one,
but, if I had a heart and was a mother, for Gael's sake not to
refuse but to go with them.
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