The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-11-05

not wither under II. She pursued her tran-
quill way, making pretty frocks and aprons
for the little Carry, who WINS growing
stronger every day, and seeming to find
great comfort in the child's vehement af.
lection for herself. Carry couldremember
very little of her former life. She told in
her imperfect English of hes papa md
Madrina and the big ship, and poor Ma
drina in the water, and then invariably
came such rush of fear and horror, so
much passionate weeping and clinging to
her protector. that Miss Fitch ceased TO
question her. As Carry's health improved
the stoop in her shoulders disappeared and
her face rounded out and lost the terribly
old, suffering expression which had made
it so painful to look upon. She became o
very lively, attractive child, and people
who had bcgun by wondering at Miss Fitch
for taking such burden on herself, began
to think she had not been so foolisl,
after ALL
The aures were in bloom a second time
when Miss Fitch and her nurseing went to
make visit of some days duration to n
friend in Greenwich. Elizabeth Howell
was maiden lady like herself, but of more
than twice her age. She was " Friend,
and lived in the old house which had be-
longed to her family for generations wait
ing till the change should come which was
TO restore her to all she loved best. Miss
Fitch had many friends in the beautiful old
town, and on this particular day she had
gone to visit PARKWAY cousin, taking
Garry with her.
Elizabeth Howell was sitting in her rock
chair, meditating and perhaps dreaming a
little, when she was reused by manly
footstep and greeting from stout bronz.
ed and bearded man, whom nobody could
have taken for anything but sailor.
"Well, Aunt Elizabeth, here you are,
just where left YOU
"Why, Matthew Garrison? 1t is never
| thyselt? 2" exclaimed Aunt Elizabeth, re.
turning the greeting with equal warmth.
even so, aunt. But ! didn't believe
you would know me.
Il don't sec very much change; only thee
has grown old, like the rest of us. said
Elizabeth, surveying him. "Where has
thee been all this tme?'
/ SIN greatm placcs--mostly in South
| America"
"Well well Sit down and let me call
Hannah and get thee some supper. l am
| so glad to see thee again, Matthew"
"And so am glad to see you, aunty-it
may call you so, as used to-.
"Surely; why not? Thee was brought
up to do it, though thy mother and were
not real sisters. Just let me call Hannah
and set her about supper, and then l want
to hear all thy adventures.
There were not many adventures TO tell
after all. Captain Garrison had commanded
various vessels, and latterly fine steamer
trading between Rio and London. He had
been married, but his wife was dead.
"Did she leave any children?
"Only one, and lost her," said Captain
Garrison, sadly. "Poor thing she was
very delicate, and after her mothers death
she was taken by lady, friend of Car
mems. They went on board vessel bound
to Para for the sake of the sea-voyagc, but
the yellow fever broke out on board, and
they both died. The nurses name did not
appear on the doctors list, and I rather sus-
pect that when the vessel reached Para she
made off with her mistress valuables. AT
any rate, never could hear of her again
Show very sad !" said Elizabeth. "Thee
was quite sure of the chld's death, l sup
poser"
ooh, yes there could be no doubt. The
captain and surgeon both died, bnt on the
surgeons record were the names of Maria
Hernandez and child. Maria Hernandez
was her godmother, and Carmen was taught
to call her 'Madrina,' as the fashion is
there"
"Madrina!" repeated Elizabeth, "that i.
what Mary Aune Fitch's little girl calls her
Thee remembers Mary Anne, Matthew"
"a little" answered the captain dryly
$50 she is married? To Ira Horton, sup
| pvov r.
sob, dear, no. She has never married
any one, above all Ira," answered Elizabetl
more emphatieally than logically. 81 wa
speaking of little girl she has adopted
and who came to her in an odd way. See
here she comes now wonder if she viii
know thee? Mary Anne, here is an old &C
quantance?"
Miss Fitch was perhaps just little pale
| as she met Captain Garrison, but her greet
ing was just what it should have been-cor
dial and friendly, but not futtered in tn,
| least.
"And where is the little one?" asked
Elizabeth
"Oh, Eunice Fithian has taken her in t.
show her some new kittens. Here sh'
comes now. Come here, Carry, and shak,
hands with this gentleman.
But Garry, for once, did not obey. Sh,
stood near tho door, gazing on the captain
with wide, frightened eyes, and, glancinl
at Matthew Garrison, both women wer'
| anaZcu 10 see nun pale as asnes, looking u
if he had seen ghost in the shape of t
pretty little girl
Carmen" said he at last, in husk,
voice-"my little Garment"
The child made no answer, but she spranl
forward. The captain caught her in hi
arms, and in moment her arms were roun'
Ills neck and her head buried in his breast
while he clasped her close and murmure'
cndearments in some soft foreign tongue.
"What does this mean?" said Elizabetl
at last. SIS this the child thee though
dead, Matthew"
"This is my child, however she cam
here" answered the captain; there is NJ
doubt of that
Sand the wretched woman who destroye'
herself was doubtless the nurse. But hoy
should she have come to Philadelphia,
wonder?"
Nobody ever discovered the mystery
Probably, as Matthew Garrison surmises
she had run away from Para with her mis-
tress' jewels and other valuables, and cam
to New York and drifted across to Phila
delphla. But the whole matter was shroude
in mystery which was never cleared up.