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Show The Tele gram. Daughters o( America. "Is this the telegraph office!'" Asked a childish voice oue day. As I noted the click of the iu&truinent With its message from fur away; As It ceased I turned ; at my elbow Stood the merest scrap of a boy, "Whose childish face was all aglow ' With the light ot hidden joy. The golden curls ou his forehead Shaded eyes of deepest blue, As if a bit of the summer fky Had lost lu them eyes its hue; They scanned uiy office rapidly JProm the ceiling dowu to the floor, Then turned ou mine their eager gaze, As he asked the question o'er: 'Is this the telegraph office?" "It is, my little man," I said, "pray tell me what you waut, And I'll help you If I can." Tbeu the blue eyes grew nioro eager, And the breath came quick and fast, And 1 saw .within the chubby hands A folded paper grasped. "Nurse told me," he said "that the lightning Came down on the wires some day ; Auy my mamma has gone to heaven, ' And I'm lonely since she is away; Tot my papa is very busy And hasu't much time for me, So I thought I'd write her a letter And I've brought it for you to see." "I've printed it big so the angels Could read out quick the name, And carry It straight to my inauima And tell her how it came ; Aud now won't you please to take It, And throw it. up good and strong Against tho wires in a milder shower. Aud tho lightning will take It along." Ah ! what could I tell the darling? For my eyes were tilling fast; I turned away to hide the tears, ' But I cheerfully spoke at last; "I'll do the best I can, my child," 'Twas all that I could say; "Thank you," he said, then scanned the sky; "Do you think It will fundcr today?" But the blue sky smiled iu auswer. And the sun shone dazzling bright, . And his face, as he slowly tinned away, Lost some or Its gladsome light; "Hut nui'sr," he said, "If I stay so long Won't let iiih come any more; So good-by, I'll .-ome and see you again night after a fundcr .shower.'" |