The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1878-09-12
pleasant voice with-yes, it was a slight

pleasant voice with-yes, it was a slight
brogue.
"Yes," answered Betty, shortly. And
in another moment a round-cheeked,
unmistakably red-nsired, good-natured-
| looking young girl in plain travelling
dress stood before me.
GOOD gracious, is this the beauty ?"
| thought I; and Carol fell back step
or two.
care you Miss Carmody?" she asked.
81 am" 1 replied, holding out my
hand; and let me welcome you;"
when, turning from me, she gently
pulled forward into the room the love
1iest little child had ever beheld in my
life, with large soul-lit brown eyes, and
sunny hair the exact color of our lost
darling's.
"This is Miss Ashbell," said the maid
and / am to stay or go back as you see
ft."
Hooked at Carol, He INDUCED in a
long underline breath whistle.
Helen buried her face in the sofa
cushion and laughed Historically.
The child came forward, and holding
out her little hand, said, with a pretty
drawl, am to love you, and you are to
love me. Aunt said So"
| 1went down on nay knees on one side
| of her and Helen went down on her
knees on the other, and we kissed her
till her dimpled cheeks glowed again
| (you see, the house had been so lonely
| without our little sister, while Carol
looked on with astonishment, admira-
ton, and tenderness blended in his
handsome face, and Will stole in with
the only bud from my precious tea-rose,
the stem carefully stripped of its thorns,
and put it in her hand.
Thank you. boy" she said. 81 will
have you for a brother; and you too,
looking with d bright smile up into Car
rolls face. There is an angel home, il
a big picture, with hair and eyes like
yours"
Carol caught her up i'll his arms
and away with her to mothers room
And there she had no sooner said, " Ny
papa and mamma are both in heaven,
than mother burst out into a. blessed f
of weeping that left a rainbow behint
it. And from that hour the weight be
gan to be lifted from her brain, anc
soon I had to resign my position a
housekeeper, for We had our mothe
back again as she used to be of old;
little quieter in her ways, perhaps, bu
/ just as sweet, as kind, as unselfish a
ever.
And Carols picture of d" Miss Ash
bell" gained him place on the wall
of the Academy that autumn and Will
who entered college last week, neve
ran away from her again, but has eve
since been giving her roses freed from
thorns, as he did the first night sh
came among us, bringing light and hap
piness-God bless her Ito our sorrow
clouded house.
And | often think, looking at the tw'
young heads (there is only four years
| difference in their ages) bending owe
the same book, that some day VIII vii
tell her the old, old story, and she vii
hear it with a smile.
g shouldn't wonder if you were right
Brownie" says my husband-how
laugh when think of my jealous fear
about him once on a time e!-"you al
most always are"
: And aunt's speculation turned ou
splendidly (she is still living, hale oil
woman of seventy-fve), and she insiste'
upon our accepting what she calle
fathers share, and that share was no in
| considerable one.
r And the seven-roomed house ha
r grown to a twelve-roomed one-Betty
hye-the-bye, has allowed her daughte
( to assist in the se-work-and th
twenty-five by twenty-five garden to
! hundred by hundred, my corner jus
filled with rose-bushes.
S And every thing has prospered wit
us, and no frightening shadows hav
f fallen upon our paths, since the ros
June afternoon we so unwillingly opene
S the door to let in the darling who love
e us, as we loved her, at first sight-swet
}, brown-eyed, golden-haired Miss Asl
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