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"O, Lawsy yo' pore chile, yo' 

 don' know what yo's talkin' 'bout." 



For ten days that little band held 

 out against the foe; at the end of that 

 time the six thousand Mexicans that 

 surrounded the fort scaled the walls 

 and poured in upon them in a living 

 stream. 



Santa Ana gave orders that no 

 one should be spared, and the 

 slaughter began. Bowie, who was 

 dying of consumption, was killed on 

 his cot. Then Santa Ana himself 

 started up the stairs, with several 

 companions, to see that no one es- 

 caped. At the top he stopped sud- 

 denly and held up his hand. 



" Don't Mammy, don't feel so bad, 

 Dod won't let 'em hurt 'oo." It was 

 the clear voice of little Lillian com- 

 ing from a small inside room. 



The fierce, black eyes of the Mexi- 

 can flashed. He probably was not 

 familiar with English baby-talk for 

 with an oath he started for the room, 

 doubtless thinking that he didn't see 

 what on earth folks brought babies to 

 battle for. Just inside the threshold 

 he stopped a great deal more sud- 

 denly than at the top of the stairs. 



The room had no opening except 

 the low doorway by which he had 

 entered, and was, therefore, dark, 

 yet it seemed quite light, this light 

 radiated from the golden head of 

 little Lillian, standing by poor 

 Mammy who was fairly ashen with 

 fear. The Mexicans crowded into 

 the room, illuminating it with their 

 torches. Mammy was a picture of 

 abject terror as she sat on the floor 

 with her eyes set and her mouth wide 

 open expecting her death blow every 

 minute, too terrified even for her 

 favorite and constant expression " O, 

 Lawsy ! " 



The most fearless and unconcerned 

 of all that dark-browed band was 

 the little white child. She seemed, 

 among all those rough, dark men like 

 a tiny sun-touched, fleecy cloud, 

 which we sometimes see floating 

 gently across the rolling blackness of 

 the oncoming tempest. 



It is often said that ' 'there is some- 

 thing of the angel in every human 



heart." To look at Santa Ana's 

 face, with its cruel mouth, and eyes 

 still more cruel, one would turn away 

 and say: '" There is no hope." And 

 yet little Lillian, seeming by instinct 

 to know that he was the leader, 

 pattered her tiny feet over the stones 

 toward him, and gazing up into his 

 cruel eyes, said : 



' ' Didn't I tell Mammy all true ? 

 Oo won't let any fing hurt her, will 

 oo?" Then the sweet child held her 

 dimpled arms up to him to be taken. 



What there was about the baby 

 that affected him so greatly no one 

 knows; for he suddenly turned his 

 face from her with an expression of 

 pain as though the light blinded his 

 eyes (perhaps it was the light of a 

 pure soul), and said, with a changed 

 voice, to one of his soldiers : 



" Let the child and her nurse go 

 free and see that no harm comes to 

 them." 



And to this day Lillian is called 

 " the child of the Alamo." 



Lulo M. Thorpe. 



PACIFIC BEACH. 



'Tis evening here, the skies so clear 

 Are vaulted overhead. 



The far stars glow and the earth below, 

 In quiet rests and sleeps. 



The calm bay lies and the city's eyes 

 Do mock with stars below. 



The old light-house winks, and cheers 



and blinks, 

 At the winds in wild career. 



On golden beach, with rippling reach, 

 The waves creep to and fro . 



O'er hill and bay with silent ray 

 The moon doth reign supreme. 



'Tis holy night, God's beacon light 

 Doth charm the earth to sleep. 



Eulalie Powers Woods. 



Annie Felton Reynolds, the first 

 woman dentist to graduate in Massa- 

 chusetts, received her degree of D. 

 D. S. from the Boston Dental College 

 Thursday. She also received first 

 prize for the senior honors. 



