BLUE BELLS. 



On one of my trips out of San Francisco I visited a pretty 

 town called San Rafael. I should say I started to visit it. In 

 the same car with me I noticed a little boy, whose face had such 

 an anxious look I became interested in him. A woman sat 

 beside him, and on her face he seemed to constantly keep his 

 eyes. 



As we neared the town he said, " Now this is San Rafael. 

 Let us get out." And picking up his bag he stood ready. The 

 woman did not move but said : 



" Keep your seat, we go further." 



" You told me we were coming here." 



No answer from the woman. 



"Where are you going to take me ?" and the tears that had 

 been ready all along sprang out, while the boy continued to look 

 in the woman's face, the muscles of which never moved. 



The train started. "Where are you going?" He did not 

 say mother, neither did he address her by name, but he had 

 such a thin little face, and such great sad eyes, my heart went 

 out to the little fellow, and so interested had I become in him, 

 I had forgotten to get off at San Rafael, and found myself 

 carried alono; I knew not where. 



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We had gone quite a distance when the woman looked 

 out of the window on my side of the car. The boy followed the 

 look, so did I, and saw a huge pile of buildings, on the top of 



