Lo, Michael!
by Grace Livingston Hill
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“But, lo, Michael, one of the chief princes, came to help me.”
—DANIEL, 10:13.
Chapter I
“Hi, there! Mikky! Look out!”
It was an alert voice that called from a huddled group of urchins in theforefront of the crowd, but the child flashed past without heeding, straight upthe stone steps where stood a beautiful baby smiling on the crowd. With hisbundle of papers held high, and the late morning sunlight catching his tangleof golden hair, Mikky flung himself toward the little one. The sharp crack of arevolver from the opposite curbstone was simultaneous with their fall. Then allwas confusion.
It was a great stone house on Madison Avenue where the crowd had gathered. Anautomobile stood before the door, having but just come quietly up, and the babygirl three years old, in white velvet, and ermines, with her dark curls framedby an ermine-trimmed hood, and a bunch of silk rosebuds poised coquettishlyover the brow vying with the soft roses of her cheeks came out the door withher nurse for her afternoon ride. Just an instant the nurse stepped back to thehall for the wrap she had dropped, leaving the baby alone, her dark eyessh