Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1874-01-12
is it yours. Miss Cindy .,

lis 1t yours, Miss Clndy 81
She took the paper from his hand
Down in one corner. following the out
line of plantain leaf, she showed him
certain minute characters.
"Read thai" she said. And he read
aloud-''Cinderella.
"Would she be likely to have written
that ?" She asked.
Laura had vanished.
What passed for the next hour, Cindy
could never have told. 1t was all be-
wildering dream. Every sketch in the
portfolio was her own. They had been
taken one by one from the bureau draw
er. She had missed them; but sup
posed she carelessly mislaid them her.
self. and had had no time to make
thorough search. In her sweet humility
she would not have dared to show them
to Mr.. Alden. But now he had seen
them, had praised them, had spoken the
kindest, dearest words of hope and en-
couragement. He had recognized in her
untaught, unframed as she was, some
thing akin to his own genius. Was 1t
any wonder that at last she laid her
head on the table and cried for very
Joy :? Or that he should have smoothed
back her brown hair and whispered:
Don't cry, Cinderella. You have
surely found your fairy godmother!'
When they went into the house in
the deepening twilight, Elizabeth met
them at the door.
Laura has told me all about it, she
said in a constrained voice. "If she is
my sister, [ am compelled to say that
it was shameful, dastardly. But, Mr..
Alden, it was to gain your good opinion
that she did it, and she has gone away
that she may not see your face again.
| do not think she fully cOmprehended
the baseness of which she was guilty.
Be as charitable as you can.
ut shall be a secret between us, ney-
er to be spoken of, he returned kindly.
Her exile will not be for long, Miss
Elizabeth, for | am going away to-mor-
row."
She gave him quick look of thanks.
Il have something to say to you. too,
Cindy,' warmly clasping the hand ex-
tended to meet hers, land want Mr..
Alden to hear it. | am not in the mood
for many words, but l have been abom-
inably selfish and unwomanly, Cindy.
| see it all now, and from this day for
ward there is to be new order of things
in this house. That's enough, isn't it %
What Cindy whispered, as she threw
herself into Elizabeth's arms and kissed
her burning cheek, there is no need for
me to tell.
You all think Cindy married Mr.. Al
den: and, as | did not set about telling
love story, | may as well say that she
did. But it was not at once. His
friendship, and that of his sister, to
whom he did not fail to tell of the rare
and beautiful gift he had found hidden
in Millthrope kitchen, opened doors
for her which she might have found it
difficult to open for herself; and the
brave, strong little hands that had work
ed so faithfully and SO patiently there.
labored no less assiduously when the
work given them to do was no longer
task-work, but the delight of an eager
soul 1t was not until she had accom-
plished much that she longed to accom-
plish-not until. girl no longer, the
wand of her fairy godmother had trans
formed her into lovely, graceful, cul-
tured woman, in every sense his peer
that she became the wife of Winthrop
Alden, and moved her easel into his
studIo.-From THE ALdine for January.
SCENE IN POLICE OPPIcE.-The
prisoner in this case, whose name was