The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1878-10-26

room early in the morning of the day
we expected her, and had remained
there; and the rest of us were all as nm
comfortable as poor, proud, shy, sensi-
tive people could be at the thought of
perfect strangers ingress into the very
heart OF their home, and wishing audibly
and ihaudibly that Miss AshbeiPs father
had never brought her from England.
when, as the sun sank in the west, and a
cool summer breeze, fragrant with the
breath of the roses, lifted the curtains of
at our door.
She's come, and Pm gone," said
VIII, fflnging down his book and rushing
out into the garden. .
Carroll rose from his chair, ran his
fingers thro1gh his golden hair, and
glanced IN the. mirror at his new blue
silk necktie. Helen sank back on the
lounge with a sort of groan; and I
opened the parlor door as Betty went
muttering through the entry in answer
to the bell.
is it Mrs. Carmody's?' askeda pleas
ant voice, with-yes, it was a silent
brogue.
eyes" answered Betty shortly. And
IN another moment round-cheeked, I'M
mistakably red-haired, good natured
looking young girl in plain travelling
dtess stood before NE.
Good graciousE is this the beauty"
thought | and Carroll fell back step
or two.
Are you Miss Carmody?" she asked.
| am" | replied, holding out my
hand; and let me welcome you" when,
turning from me, she gently pulled for
ward into the room the loveliest little
child | had ever beheld in my life, with
large soul-ht brown eyes, and sunny hair
the exact color of our lost dafling's.
"This is Miss Ashbell," said the maid :;
and l am to stay or go back as you see
fit"
| looked at Carol. He INDUCED in a
long, under-the-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 pretty
drawl, ri am to love you, and you are
to love me. Aunt said So"
L went on my knees ON one side of her
and Helen went down on her knees on
the other, and we kissed her till her dim
pied cheeks glowed again (you see the
house had been so lonely without our
little sister while Carol looked on with
establishment, admiration, and tender
ness blended in his handsome face, and
Will stole in with the only bud from my
precious tea rose, the stem carefully
stripped of lis thorns, and put it in her
hand.
"Thank you, boy" she said. 4 will
have you for brother; and you too"
looking with a bright smile up into Car
roPs face. "There is an angel home, in
a big picture, with hair and eyes like
yours"
Carroll caught her up in his arms,
and ran with her to mothers room.
And there she had no sooner said, "My
papa and mamma are both in heaven"
than mother burst out in blessed fit of
weeping that left a rainbow behind it.
And from that hour the weight began
to be lifted from her brain, and soon |
had to resign my position as hOuaekeep-
er, for we had our mother back again as
she used to be of old--a little quiet in
her ways, perhaps, but just as sweet, as
kind, as unselfsh as ever.
And CAROLS picture of "Miss Ash
bell" gained him place on the wa Is of
the academy that autumn; and Will,
who entered college last week, never ran
away from her again, but has ever since
been giving her roses freed from thorns,
as he did the first night she come among
us, bringing light and happiness-God
bless her!-to our sorrow-clouded house.
And l often think, looking at the two
heads (there is only four years difference
in their ages) bending over the same
book, that some day Will will tell her
the old, old story, and she will hear it
with a smile.
az shouldn't wonder if you were
right, Brownie" says my husband-how
/ laug when think of my jealous fears
about him once on time!-" you almost
always are"
And aunt's speculation turned out
splendidly (she is still living, hale old
woman OF seventy-fve), and she insisted
upon our accepting what she called faith
er's share, and that share was no incon-
siderable one.
And the seven-roomed house has
grown to a twelve-roomed One-Betty,
by-tbe-bye, has allowed her daughter to
assist in the house work-and the twenty
five by twenty-five garden to hundred
by hundred, my corner just filled with
rose-bushes.
And everything has prospered with us,
and no lengthening shadows have fallen
upon our paths, since the rosy June
afternoon we so unwiliingly opened the
door to let in the darling who loved us,
as we loved her, at first sight-sweet,
hrou-nnrod croldan- b red Miss Shh hell