The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1878-09-21

before the bureau, and we turned an
old table-cloth into napkins, and bought
a new napkin-ring and two or three cut
glass goblets and lovely China cup and
saucer, and when all was done, waited
with anxious hearts for our unwelcome
guest.
Mother had shut herself up in her
room early in the morning of the day
we expected her, and had remained
there; and the rest of us were all as un-
comfortable as poor, proud, shy, sensi-
tive people could be at the thought of a
perfect strangers ingress into the very
heart of their home, and wishing audi
bly, and inaudibly that Miss AshbelPs
father had never brought her from Eng
land, when, as the sun sank in the West,
and cool summer breeze, fragrant with
the breath of the roses, lifted the cur
tains of our coy bay-window, a carriage
stopped at our door.
She's come, and Pm gone," said
Will, finging down his book and rush
ing out into the garden.
Carol rose from his chair, ran his
fingers through his golden hair, and
glanced in the mirror at his new blue
silk neck-tie 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'sW asked a
pleasant voice with-yes, it was q slight
brogue.
Yes" answered Betty, shortly. And
in another moment a round checked,
Enthusiastically red-haired, good-natured-
looking young girl in plain travelling
dress stood before me.
Good gracious, is this the beauty? %
thought ! ]; and Carol fell back step
or two.
care you Miss Carmody?" she asked.
=" | am" | replied, holding out my
hand; land let me welcome you;"
when, turning from me, she gently
pulled forward into the room the love-
lest 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."
looked at Carol, He INDUCED in q
long under-t he-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, Il am to love you, and you are to
love me- Aunt said So"
Invent down on my 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 50 lonely
without our little sister,, while Carol
looked on with establishment, 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 brother; and you too"
looking with bright smile up into Car
rolls face. " There is an angel home, in
a big picture, with hair and eyes like
yours"
Carrot caught her up in his arms,
and away with her to mothers room.
And there she had no sooner said, "My
papa and mamma are both in heaven"
than mother burst out into blessed fit
of weeping that left a rainbow behind
it. And from that hour the weight be-
gan to be lifted from her brain, and
soon | had to resign my position as
housekeeper, for We had our mother
back again as she used to be of old-a
little quieter in her ways, perhaps, but
just as sweet, as kind, as unselfish as
ever.
And Carols picture of Miss Ash
bel" gained him a place on the walls
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
came among us, bringing light and hap
piness-God bless her Ito our sorrow
clouded house.
And I often think, looking at the two
young heads (there is only four years
difference in their ages) bending over
the same book, that some day Will will
poii hoi ohO olu, oiu nloly, tuu BIG Will
hear it with a smile.
81 shouldn't wonder if you were right,
Brownie" says my husband-how I
laugh when I think of my jealous fears
about him once on time l-"you al
most 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
fathers share, and that share was no in
considerable one.
And the seven-roomed house has
grown to twelve-roomed one-Betty,
bye-the-bye, has allowed her daughter
to assist in the house work-and the
twenty-five by twenty-five garden to
hundred by a hundred, my corner Just
filled with rose-bushes.
And every thing has prospered with
us, and no frightening shadows have
fallen upon our paths, since the rosy
June afternoon we SO unwillingly opened
the door to let in the darling who loved
us, as we loved her, at first sight-sweet
brown eved Golden airad M;aa Asb