Daily globe., 1879-05-18

pected her, and had remained there; and
the rest of US were all as uncomfortable
as poor, proud, shy, sensitive people could
be at the thought of perfect strangers
ingress, into the very heart of our home,
and wishing audibly and inaudibly that |
Miss Ashbell's father had never brought
her from England, when as the sun sank
in the west, and cool summer breeze,
fragrant with the breath Of the roses, lift
ed the curtains Of our cozy window, a
carriage stopped at oul door.
'sShe's come. and I'm gone," said Will,
f1inging down his book and rushing out
into the garden.
Carroll rose from his chair, ran his fin-
gers 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 l opened the
parlor door as Betty went muttering
through the entry in answer to the bell.
SIS this Mrs. Carmody's?" asked a
pleasant voice, with-yes, it was slight
brogue.
eyes, answered Betty, shortly. And
in another moment round-cheeked, un-
mistakably red-haired, good-natured
looking young girl in plain travelling
dress stood before me.
'Good gracious! is this the beauty?"
thought I; and Carroll fell back step or
two
''Are you Miss Carmody?" she asked.
II am replied, holding out my hand;
''and welcome you;'' when, turning from
me, she gently pulled forward into the
room the loyeliest little child had ever
beheld in my life, with large soul-lit
brown eyes, and sunny hair the exact col
or of our. lost darling's.
'''This is Miss Ashbell," said the maid );
l am to stay or go back as you see fit.
I looked at Carroll He indulged in a
long under the breath whistle.
Helen buried her face in the sofa cush-
ion and sobbed Historically.
The child came forward, and holding
out her little hand said with pretty
| drawl: am to love you, and you are 70
love me- Aunt said so''
I went 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 so lonely without
our little sister, while Carol looked on
with astonishment, admiration and ten
derness blended in his handsome face, and
Will s4ole in with the only bud faom my
precious tea-1ose, the stem carefully strip
ped Of its thorns, and put in her hand.
"Thank you, boy" she said. IL will
have you for a 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
4 Carroll 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 in blessed fit of weep
ing that left rainbow behind it. And
from that hour the weight began to be
lifted from her brain, and soon had tc
resign my position as housekeeper, fol
we had our mother back again as she
used to be Of old-a little quieter in hel
| ways perhaps, but just as sweet, as kind
as unselfsh as ever
And Carroll's picture Of "Miss Ashbell'
gained him place on the walls Of tn.
Academy that autumn; and Will, wht
, entered college last week. never ran away
from her again, but has ever since beer
giving her roses freed from thorns, a.
he did the first night she came among us
bringing light and happiness God bles
D her Ito our sorrow -clouded house.
v And l often think, looking at the tw'
a young heads (there is only four years diff
= ference in their ages) bending over tn
same book, that some day Will will tel
e her the old, old story, and she will hea
t it with smile.
0 II shouldn't wonder if you were right
E Brownie, says my husband laugl
1 when think of my jealous fears abou
r him once on time !-"you almost alway
, are.
I And aunt's speculation turned ou
s splendidly (she is still living, a hale ole
upon our accepting what she callee
s fathers share, and that share was no in
D considerable one.
y Andthe -roomed house has grow
: to twelve-roomed one-Betty, blythe
e bye, has allowed her daughter to assist il
t the house-work and the twenty-five b,
: twenty-five garden to a hundred by
t hundred, my corner just filled with rose
!, bushes.
t And every thing has prospered wit
:, us, and no lengthning shadows hav
S fallen upon our paths, since the rosy Jun
y afternoon we SO unwilling opened tn
door to let in the darling who loved u:
n as we loved her at first sight-swee
; brown-eyed, golden haired Miss Ashbell
l |-Harper's Weekly.