No answer. It was plain that the sailor-chap did not care in the slightest degree for that poor suffering child. Nobody offered to help her.
"Steer for the shore!" I said to my helmsman. "Bear down to the rescue!" We landed as soon as we could, but not without some delay, and when we reached the place it was too late. Nurse, carriage, sailor-chap, and all were gone.
What was the fate of that poor infant is a mystery to me to this day. But I tell the story as a warning to all mothers against trusting their children to a careless nurse.
JACK TAR.
FEEDING THE FOWLS.
Pecking away, and looking so knowing,
Feathers and tails in the breezes blowing,
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!" come the hens to be fed,
And Edith is scattering crumbs of bread.
The peacock comes also, strutting so grandly,
His long tail behind him trailing so blandly,
Doesn't he look as proud as a king,
With his crown, and his tail, and his brilliant wing!
S. T. U.