Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes Co., O. [Ohio]) 1870-1895, 1874-02-19
CINDERELLA.

Her real name was Lucinda. Idoubt
if Jane Gray had ever read the story of
the Little Glass Slipper; but if she had
she never would have thought of giving
to her one baby such a lieathenish, out
of-the-way appellation as Cinderella.
The child was named for her grand
mother; a good, old-Elshioned substan-
tial name that had been in the Gay fam
lily for generations. Not that any one
called her by it, unless, once in while,
in some sudden stress of anger or Of
Tended dignity. Sometimes it was
Cinda, but generally Cindy-and this
last name the girl liked best of all. She
learned TO like another still better after
Il time-but thereby hangs tale.
You remember the gold-fever, the
sudden wild enthusiasm that swept
over the whole land like tornado in
1913, and bore so many adventurous
young men TO the Pacific coast: Well,
Philip Gay was one of the first to go,
and one of the first to die. He never
came back. His wife led half-and-
ha { sort of existence that was not
life, for L year or two; and then follow
ed him to the unknown land that is at
once so much nearer and so much far
ther than California. Very far, very
remote it seemed to the little Cindy.
ptrf 81, loft 81. 1ata
Aunt Tilly lived in Millthrope; and
after the funeral she took the child
home with her. After the cottage and
the bit of land were sold, and the debts
were paid, il was found that there was
i trifie left-enough, if well invested,
to ciothe the girl and to send her to
school for year or two. So she was
not quite penniless.
And there in Millthorpe We find her,
on the eve of her eighteenth birthday.
1t has been long, hot July day; but
now the sun has gone down in Il blaze
of glory, and Il soft purple haze lies low
i'm the valleys. The house, which stands
well back from the village street, is
thrown open that the grateful cool of
the evening may steal in ut window and
doorway. Mrs. Munro stands in the
wide entrance hall, with troubled
face, and an open letter in her hand.
Her daughter, Elizabeth, tall, dark
haired girl of twenty, bends toward
the west window. reading by the fast
waning light. Laura, the younger, lies
elanguidly on the sofa. tanning herself.
Cindy has just finished putting away
the tea-tliings. She has polished The
last teaspoon, made the glasses clea-
and bright, brushed the crumbs of the
pantry shelf, and "sct sponge" for to-
morrow's baking. For her, too, the
hour of rest has come, and she has
dropped down on the bac, doorstep,
| for a little cOolness aud quiet. Not
that she is so very tired; for she has
perfect health, and is generally the
| bl;thest little creature under the sun.
Yet, tonight, she looks triilc worn
and weary.
just then Mrs. Munro came out with
the open letter in her hand.
81 don't know what to do, Cindy,"
she said. 81 hate to refuse, and it's
such fuss to have him comet
"IIave WHO come, Aunt Tilly: 80
"Oh, | forgot, You don't know. Why
have just got a letter from that Miss
Alden, who boarded here one summer.
She wants me to take her brother for Il
few months. He's 4 painter, or some
thing"
Cindy's face spariled all over. "IIe's
more than that" she said. "NIiss AL
den told me about him. Hes real ar
tist."
"What's the iliiiercnce?" asked Aunt
Tilly. w'd be willing to have him
come, just to oblige his sister, but it
will make so much more work-and-''
"Never mind that. Aunt Tilly," in-
terrupted Cindy. 81 don't mind the
work, if you think best to have him
come
Brave little Cindy. She never did
amind the work. aud the result was,
she had it all to do. Those who are will
ing to De burden-bearers for others have
no difficulty in finding the burdens.
Not one of That family meant TO he nm