The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-11-12

rlOSlty not little. The old lady saw that
Madeline noticed it, and so she said one
day:
81 s'pose you think its queer that /
stare at you so sometimes, but can't help
it for the life of me. declare, il you aint
the born image Of that pretty woman that
came along here with her little girron
I've thought of her more'n thousand
times since, and never shall forget her
as long as live, never"
"Do tell me about her." said Madeline,
her dark eyes kindling with interest.
"Well, it's nearly eighteen years ago
now that about sunset one hot day wo-
man came to the door leading little girl
that looked to be about two years old. She
seemed all tired out, and the little girl
nearly ready to drop. She asked me if
there was a family in this town by the
name of Morris. 1 told her never heard
of any such people, and had lived here
all my life.
"At this she burst out crying, and sat
right down on the doorstep. l made her
come into the house and have some supper,
and then she told me her story. She said
her husband always wanted to come to this
country, but she wasn't willing to leave
| England as long as her mother lived
After she died, she told her husband she
was ready to 60 with him, and on the day
the steamer sailed he saw her and her child
| falx oh, rI nd .I,o
something they had left behind. He didn't
come back as soon as she expected him, but
she didn't feel uneasy till she felt the mo-
tion Of the steamer and knew they had
started. She searched all over the vessel,
but he was nowhere to be found. 1t seems
she wrote to her husband as soon as she ar
rived here, but she had never heard word
from him."
"What did the poor woman do?'
"She told me she staid while in the
city where she landed, hoping her husband
would find her, but it was so expensive
living there she thought she would try to
find cousin of hers, who she said married
a man by the name Of Allen Morris, and
they lived in town named Lakeside. l
made her stay with me two or three days,
till she got rested a little, and then, hearing
somebody say there was town in New
York by the name of Lakeside, she deter
mined to try and find it. My son Seth
carried her to the depot in our old wagon,
and I've never heard from her since. She
had such a heartbroken look about her,
poor thing, that I've never forgotten her.
"Did you know her name, Mrs. Til
bury?"
eyes, she said it was Lindsay and after
she was gone found handkerchief she
had left with Madeline Lindsay omit. That
was the name she called the little girl, and
it seemed it was her name, too"
so Mrs. Tilbury, do believe that poor
woman was my own dear mother Do show
me the handkerchief, if you have it in the
house ~ cried Madeline, her face glowing
with excitement.
"Massy sakes alive ! of course I've kept
the handkerchief. But how could she have
been your mother, when you're John Hum
phrey's daughter, should like to know ?'
"pm not their own daughter. ran
away from an almshouse when was lit
tie child and wandered to their door, All
/ could tell them about myself was that my
name was Madeline and now cannot help
feeling have trace of my own mother.
/ can just dimly remember some one cud-
| in I.oV. nj
me; but she must have died and left me to
strangers, or else wouldn't have wander
ed off alone"
"Well, miss, just as much believe that
woman was your mother as believe you're
sitting by that window, for there never
could be two faces look so much alike il
they were no relation. Here's the hand
kerchief, and you may keep it after this,
for IL belongs to you more than anybody
else." hf
Madeline took it into her hands almost
reverently, and gazed with moistened eyes
upon the name.
~ do believe you are right, Mrs. Tilbury
and look upon the spraining of my ankle
in the light of blessing instead of mis-
fortune, since it brought me to your home.
shall never forget your kindness, nor the
good news you have told me, and now If
could only know whore my father is, If he
is still living, should be so happy
swell, miss, perhaps you may hear OF
him yet ; things do come round mighty
queer sometimes" ssi
In few days Mr.. Carroll drove over TO
the Tilbury farm to see how Madeline was,